Romance Dreams Novels & Stories

Saving him from his confusion, I explained things better. “ What century is this? I'm thinking it's a different century, that would explain why it didn't exist or this might be a different world entirely. Or my favorite explanation to this, I'm dreaming.” Yes, I still firmly believe that it's a dream. “ Dreams last longer than a month? That's new” He teased me and I glare at him to shut up. “ So, what century....?” I asked again, remembering that he hadn't answered me. “ I don't know.”

I woke up. I sat up and hugged my pillow to myself. I'd been dreaming. I was dreaming of Alex, who I had met only once since about a month ago, when he didn't even remember if a girl called Sola existed. I frustratingly hit my palm hard on my forehead. "What is wrong with you Sola?" I asked my self in the dark bode of my room. Alone. For weeks now I'd been having dreams of Alex. Disturbing, erotica dreams, Of me and Alex together. I didn't know why, but I just couldn't control my insane attraction to him.

I care for him, yes, but love, no. Now to the dream. I'm heartbroken it wasn't real. The way I felt in this dream, the things I saw. It was so real. This dream had to have been the universe showing my soulmate to me. Why else would I have a dream about someone I've never met before in my life? He's out there somewhere; I know it. If we had exchanged names as he wanted, would I be able to find him somehow? So stupid, I mentally slapped myself at the thought.

I lifted my hands to his chest, pressed against the warmth of him, and whispered, “I love you, Ethan. I’ve always—” He quieted me with his lips. A slow, sensual kiss that was full of morning, full of sunlight, full of home. The way he kissed me now wasn’t rushed or needy. It was almost...sacred. The kind of kiss that seeps into your very soul and stays there. I wrapped my arms around him, pressing against him as if I could never get close enough. “I’ve been dreaming of this,” he whispered between kisses. “Of you in my arms like this. No walls. No fear. Just us.”

HEY GUYS, I'VE DECIDED TO START POSTING LITTLE POEMS WHICH I WROTE DURING THE COURSE OF WRITING THIS STORY. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT. ROMANCE What is romance, yeah yeah yeah Where is romance Isn't it here? Is it a knight in shinning armor Can I ever see it? Can I ever experience it? I want my own romance With my most romantic fantasy Filled with dreams that May not come to pass But I can't stop fantasizing

I want to go, but I can’t promise anything, so I don’t reply in either negative or affirmative. I have missed him while he was away, but being around Raff makes me wish he didn’t have a girlfriend and then there is that adorable Japanese person who I am not sure is even real, yet shows up in my dreams. I have dreamt of them more and more vividly and now know that they have cute little breasts with pierced nipples that make me wet just thinking about them and a beautiful cock that is deceptively large for someone so petite. My visions showed them tied and fucked by a sexy man with dreadlocks in several dreams and I wake up hot and bothered. I am still dreaming about Aiden as well, but now the

“I was testing you.” “I suspect it was a sex dream,” Roman said. “There is no need to blush, dear Melissa. You are among friends. Competitive friends, I might add. Which of us did you dream about? Your cheeks are turning yet a deeper shade of red, proving that my assumption is correct.” “Okay fine. It was a sex dream.” “There you have it,” Roman nodded. “A perfectly natural thing. I once had a torrid affair in my dreams involving Catherine, the seventy-five year old director of Joemar’s charitable foundation. Such dreams are out of our control. There is nothing to be embarrassed about, Melissa.”

She touched her throat and could swear it felt as real as the mouth in her dreams had. Letting out a slow breath, she smiled and moved back onto her pillow. So it was only a dream. Did it really matter? It’s not like she was with one man and dreaming of another. Nope, no man had been in her bed in a long time. He could have stayed a bit longer, though, she thought with a smirk. “Happy dreams for me,” she whispered and closed her eyes again. ~

“If I knew, I would fix it. I can’t stop getting enough blood. I feel like a bus ran over me. Literally, I feel like I was hit by a bus. Those dreams were so real, so powerful, and I can’t shake them, Alex. I never, ever, have had anything feel like this before. I woke up a pool of sweat and took a shower once already. I feel like a wreck, and all I can do is think about Amber.” “Wow, Dom, that is crazy. I didn’t realize that. I don’t think I have ever heard you say anything about dreaming before.” “No, I hadn’t. I had this vision, which sucked a lot of energy from me. I then fell asleep, which just became a trap. I was stuck in a wonderfully, erotic, real, intense, and I don’t have the word

he asked looking directly into my eyes. “I guess it’s a mystery we will never be able to solve?” I replied. If I could read his mind, I’m sure he would be like just tell me this your name so I could drop all this problem on your head. Mother given name has never been used by Dreamers, it’s one of the rules that makes us different from other people who can travel through realms. If your real name was to be discovered, you would be locked up in a building and all your colleagues problem would be placed into your hands to solve for them and for centuries those that have fallen prey to divulging their names have always died before solving even one person’s problem. Well only one person has falle