Sex Dream Story Novels & Stories

He told us both to shut up and we heard his foot steps get softer, telling us he was gone from the door and we could now talk. "Ariel, is dream sex a bad sign for us" I blurted out without thinking that sentence through. "Sav, did you have a dream like that, were it felt so real you woke up and both yours and his wetness was there?" She asked with a serious look. "YES" I said way to excited that she understood me. "SAV" She said back "It isn't a good thing for our kind, no, it means the person your dreaming of has a magical hold on you and it can lead to you doing bad things" she said.

“ No. Well, it was the best I have ever had in years. In my dream, I woke up to see you standing beside my window, you were staring at me with this cute smile you always give to me. I was. . . I was getting uncomfortable with the way you stood there so, I invited you to lay with me. But honestly, I didn’t just want you to lay with me. .” She paused for a while and he looked interested to know what next she was going to say. “. . .I wanted you on me and. . in me. But, I didn’t let it continue, so I woke up.” “ Why?” He asked with a smile. “ Because. . . it wasn’t real. It was just a dream.” “ You want a real one?” He asked. To Be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL

I began stroking him clumsily, my hands gliding up and down his length, savouring the velvety feel of him. “Don’t tease me”, he groaned. I grew bolder, closing my mouth on his length, taking as much as I could. I lift my eyes to look at the man, and my heart skips as I meet cold grey eyes. “Brrrrrrrr…..” My alarm rang, waking me up from my sleep with a start. I opened my eyes, looking at my ceiling, my cheeks flushed as I realized I just had a sex dream about Hayden Reid. “Damn”, I cursed, aware of the ache between my legs and the tightness in my chest. I couldn’t resist it and touched myself to the image of Hayden Reid’s fat cock.

Still, when I slept off I kept dreaming of strong hands gripping my hips, saying dirty words to me, pounding from behind and my pussy clenching hard around a thick cock. And the terrifying feeling of someone out there who knew exactly who I was—dripping and begging to breed.

Y one final time whether we could meet. He refused again, saying he was busy with work and maybe another time. I steeled myself and sent the message I had prepared. "Darling, if we can't meet and I can't even hug or kiss you, we should just break up." I blocked him without a second thought. After the breakup, no one lulled me to sleep at night. My sleep deteriorated sharply, and the nightmares came one after another. In my dreams, a secretary led me to his office. I pushed open the heavy door alone and found nothing but darkness.

Shaine woke up from that wild dream, her father Darius was beside her shaking her body to wake up. “You are having a dream, Shaine.” Her father whispered, caressing Shaine’s forehead softly. “You have mentioned your Uncle Raphael. What is your dream about?” Shaine gulped, the blood on face drained with that question of her father. She doesn’t know how to answer it. How would she say that she was dreaming about Raphael fucking her wetness with his fingers?

“Mark would never fuck me like this. Don’t you dare stop!” I didn’t. She reached between her legs and rubbed her clit. Thirty seconds later she shattered. Her body spasmed, legs shaking, screaming my name. She collapsed onto the bed. I followed her down and came inside her with a growl. The Morning After At breakfast, Mark looked at me and yawned. “Dude, I had the weirdest dream. Thought I heard someone having sex.” Layla passed him a cup of coffee and smiled. “Maybe it was the storm,” she said sweetly.

Alpha Edward moaned and slammed harder inside me, causing me to release a louder moan. The sound of the alarm clock jolted me awake. I gasped, my heart racing, and for a moment, I was confused, still caught in the throes of the vivid dream. My eyes blinked open to the familiar sight of my bedroom. I sighed, the heat of the dream still lingering on my skin, but reality settling in quickly. It was just a dream. “Fuck!” I groaned and sat up in my bed. This was the third sex dream I had had, and they felt so real. My lack of sex was taking a big toll on me, making me imagine and see things I didn’t want to see.

I felt hot spurts of cum inside my walls making me shiver deliciously. Does sex get better every day? Because this was even better than our first time. My eyes feel droopy and I fought to keep them open. I was exhausted. Kaizen pulled the sheets over my naked body as he whispered, “Sleep.” I didn't need to be told twice as I drifted off into dreamland knowing we were going to regret all of this tomorrow. 'What the hell have I done?' were the last words on my mind as I embraced peaceful darkness. This was a big mistake which I was going to regret in the morning.

I sighed. Of course, I want to have sex with him. But I want to have sex with him for real, not in a dream. Kisses in this dream world are nice, but I would still prefer to kiss him for real. So I’m determined that the first time we have sex, it must be when we are both in the real world.