Sex Dream Story Novels & Stories

he gasped, hips jerking as he spilled into the condom, every twitch of her orgasm milking the release from him. He collapsed over her, panting into her neck, the scent of sex thick in the air. They lay tangled in sweat and heat, chests rising and falling in sync. Outside, the city shimmered. Behind glass walls, the lights were still on. Perhaps someone across the way had watched. Mia smiled to herself. Let them.

As the night deepened in the penthouse, Eli lay sandwiched between Zeke and Damien in the king-sized bed, the room bathed in the soft hum of the city lights filtering through the curtains. The air was warm, carrying the faint, lingering scent of their earlier sex—sweat, cum, and the earthy musk that clung to the sheets like a reminder of their tangled dynamic. Eli's body, still sore from the relentless encounters, was nestled comfortably between them: Zeke's muscular arm draped over his waist, possessive and grounding, while Damien spooned him from behind, his breath soft against Eli's neck. For a moment, everything was still, the exhaustion of the day pulling them into a fragile peace. But

She was exhausted, but she knew that she was going to have at least one good dream. Again, her dreams were full of sex. The dreams were much more explicit this time, though far more varied. It would start with a fantasy, perhaps the two of them on the beach, or on a ship. She'd be feeling his chest, enjoying the muscles of his abs, and then another dream would snap into focus. It was always clear when her dreams ended and his began. He had several dreams about her, and they were all much more wild, more animal than they were the other night.

Fear" My head snapped in his direction in confusion. "Everything you saw in your dream and feared off turn true in real life." "But why?" Chris love fear he fest on it and grew more powerful. So STO DREAMING weird things, he mumble last part irritated. What's my fault in it. I love zombie movies, I mumble but my eyes grew wider at the realisation. My head snapped in his direction in shock. "What?" I..I read a l...lot vampire stories too, I whisper thinking the possibility of vampire behind me. But it's okay if they are handsome a wide grin form on my face thinking the way Klaus scream REBBEKAH.

I rolled over and grabbed my journal from the floor. I told myself I was going to write about what happened today. About how Lane saw through me. About how it made me feel exposed, vulnerable, disgusting. But that’s not what came out. Instead, I wrote a story. A scene. A fantasy. I didn’t even realize what I was doing until I was already halfway through describing how he stood up from his chair in his office , walked right straight to me, and pinned me to the wall. His mouth found mine like he couldn’t hold back anymore. His hands undressed me with a quiet kind of urgency, as he plunges his dick into my pussy.

"I had this sexy dream the other night, everything was just so vivid! I was sleeping with bunch of guys, and I think we were in a cabin. It might've been in the woods or on a lake...I could hear crickets. The light was real dim...maybe moonlight with a lamp somewhere. I got the bed, because I was the only girl, but I had to sleep with two guys, and the rest of the guys were in sleeping bags on the floor. Everybody, I thought, seemed to be sleeping, All these guys were hot, and I was horny...and rubbing myself through my panties. The guy to my right felt me and was staring directly into my eyes; it was dark, but you could still make things out. I felt him squeeze my breast, but then the guy o

I teased my sister. “You’re too scared to admit who you slept with in your dream. So, tell me everything, but without mentioning your penis.” “It was a sex dream….” I said, confused by what she meant. “I don’t want to envision you with someone. So keep it vague, you know.” I did not know. How can I tell her everything and be vague at the same time? But okay. “I’ll try. So, um. It was about Kennedy.” “I knew it!” Keyla jumped up from her chair in excitement. “She’s hot, right? Did the dream do her justice? Was it like the pictures?”

“Tell us sweet Elaine. What did you dream of?” So I told them. About me and Tyler on the bathtub. About being naked and didn’t hesitate to kiss and touch despite the werewolves’ rule to ‘no sex before marriage’ kind of thing. About the steamy activity we did in the dream and the actual sexual intercourse we performed in the middle of the night, in the wetness of the stone bathtub. I told them everything, not missing every detail even if my cheeks heat up and my dignity meter becoming lower and lower. “Yeah, that’s my dream…” I brought a spoon of green tea ice cream to my mouth.

I asked Diana but she was not firth coming and Jayson sulked all through the day. The dream I had the previous day got me really agitated. My wolf was restless all through the night after er the dream. It was a sexual dream. Very erotic. It was among the three of us, Jayson, Diana and me. We were having Diana together and she was enjoying it immensely. She kept screaming with pleasure. When I woke, my cock was still nodding and some fluid was already dripping out. I had to rush into the restroom to clean up. When I saw her at breakfast, I had to restrain myself because her beauty and the memory of the dream, added to the mate bond kept pulling me towards her and I but back a groan.

He kept thrusting hard until he felt his orgasm coming close. "I'm cumin now... I'm cumin now... Harder." And his thrusts went faster and without warning, she squirted all over him and just then his semen shot into her. *** *** Lucian opened his eyes when the sun penetrating the window blinds hit his eyes. He was dreaming after all. He made to get out of bed but he felt a wetness in his shorts. He covered the sheets on himself and pulled the shorts under the sheets, looking at it he could see sperm. He just had a wet dream and it was Alexia in it.