Sadistic Dreamer Novels & Stories

My Nightmare Natty's POV It was morning already and last night was a long night. I never knew he was that insatiable.I lot count as to how many times we did it. Thinking about it, I smiled. I looked over to him and smiled more. He was still sleeping like a baby. I tried standing up but I felt pain in my thighs. I tried again but I just groaned. My groaning woke him up,he was baffled and asked. "Baby are you alright..."he asked in a husky voice.

Then there were the fangs and the biting— Yeah—how high school is it to have dirty dreams about a vampire? To hell with it, because in these dirty dreams, Gaia had the best sex she'd ever had. It had gotten so bad, that on nights she didn't dream of him, she'd lie in bed using all her might to conjure his spirit. When these dreams did happen, Gaia could not control them. She always woke the next morning, sometimes sore, in her bed, alone, and fully clothed in pajamas that she never remembered putting on.

I was actually falling for this cold-blooded, brutal warlord. Yet just yesterday, I was crying my eyes out over some fake guy in my dreams. My mind was a total wreck. I couldn't help but wonder... was I really just as pathetic as Valerius?

will then be corrupted beyond repair resulting the body to become brain dead. Special dreamers which are called 'Lucid Dreamers' are people who can "swim freely" in the 'Plain of Desire and Idea' thus granting them the ability to control their perceived dreams albeit they do it unconsciously. Very few lucid dreamers can master this ability and swim freely on the plains of sleep thus having the ability to technically turn your dreams on and off as you swim towards the deep, these people are classified as 'Lucid Divers'. A few of these Lucid Divers have the ability to reconnect a dreamer's broken tether thus waking them up, these special people are called 'Dream Callers' and are considered as

Could Aunt Kaylie be losing her memory? I shook my head and searched again for a store where I could buy a dream catcher. I didn't know of shops nearby or ones selling charms like dream catchers. While I was searching, I came across the term "lucid dreamer" and clicked on it to read more about it. A lucid dreamer is someone who can control their dreams and move and decide according to their desires. They often escape dream paralysis, like the incubus... "Incubus?" I paused and tapped on the highlighted word, but my phone suddenly died.

The contrast of his calloused palms on my sensitive skin made me cry out. “You've been dreaming about this?” he asked, pulling my shin up to meet his eyes. “Yes,” I gasped as his thumb circled my nipple. “What did you dream? Tell me.” “I dreamed... you'd suck them. Hard. That you'd bite them a little. That you'd make me cry out.” My tongue kept spilling every dirty fantasy I’d harbored. “That you'd then push me down, rip my robe off and just.. look at me. Look at all of me before you.. before you…”

Sadistic, I know, but hey, pain makes people crazy. Here’s more information about me you didn’t ask for but are going to get anyway. My migraines always occur the day after I have one of my vivid dreams. This is going to sound crazy, but my dreams always end up coming true. Sometimes it’s something small, like a dream of a woman dropping a coffee at my local Starbucks, but the worst one was when I dreamt of my parents dying in a car accident. The night I had that dream, I leapt out of my bed, ran to their room, and begged them not to drive their car any time soon. They said it was just a bad dream and to go back to bed. But my dreams are never just dreams. The following day my parents were T

His dreams were haunted by vivid, tormenting visions. In his dreams, he saw Peyton and Ava as he had observed them through the camera, making love in the shower. They were happy, completely absorbed in each other, oblivious to his existence. The dream twisted, morphing into a nightmarish version where Peyton and Ava began to taunt him, their loving gestures turning into cruel mockery. As they continued their intimate embrace, they hurled words of scorn and derision at him, echoing the harsh comments of the dominatrixes from his sessions.

Dante’s imagination and fascination with mid-evil torture divides a gore makes him one of those people who would take enjoyment out of watching someone slowly bleed out while watching them suffer until he gets his answers. Damien is the level headed, silent one who you’d think would be the scariest but he’s not, he’s more methodical when it comes to his plans and what I’ve come to learn makes him grate at mental interrogation. Like one of those people who with a single glance can detect the smallest of micro movements and know your intentions or that your lying. Then there’s Damitri the man with a plan and an irritation fuse so sort he’s most likely to slap the shit out of someone sir sniffl

I have been going through this for far too long to be doubting or second guessing anything that I have figured out about this man. He is a sadistic person. The more I cry and express that he is hurting me or traumatizing me, the harder his dick becomes. I know this. I have felt this and I know the difference from times when he would violate me while I was passed out and at times when I would be in hysterics over what he was about to do and what he actually does to me. He knows no boundaries and I would say there is not any more of those left. He is willingly having sex with his daughter that he has held in captivity for years.