Sexy Dream 소설 & 이야기

Dead silence haunts the room. "What the fùck do you have to say about that, Damien!" Guilty. I'm guilty of having sèx dreams about Dani. It's been happening a lot lately and I don't know how to stop it. I'm not even sure I want to stop it. They feel so real and raw and passionate. But I feel awful for Vanessa. I didn't know that my sèx dreams were loud.

Selena’s POV： When I went to sleep with a sore body, I came back to the dream. This dream is a secret that I never tell. It follows me like a ghost. Sometimes it irritates me, sometimes it comforts me. This is a dream about my sister's quinceanera. In my dream, I stood at the entrance to the garden of the Red Moon Pack. This place is familiar to me, but I have a special indescribable feeling today.

Dante She looks like a dream with her dark hair splayed all over the pillows and her fingers shoved inside her cunt. The way her mouth opens and she screams my name over and over, letting her orgasm control her makes me harder than I have ever been before. This woman will undo me and I don’t give a shit. I want her. I want Kenna Bodega to be my everything. Literally.

Scar I dream of Rita that night. When I wake, I'm still in her bed. We smell like sex. I kiss her neck, cup her naked breasts. She wiggles her hips against me until I'm hard again. She's sleepy and beautiful as I kiss her. We fuck like that, half awake. I make sure to grind against her with my piercing, driving her wild. It gives me satisfaction, making her come like this, more joy than I ever thought possible. When she gets off twice, she pushes me back, panting and sweating, and she finishes me with her mouth. Slow and sensual, eyes locked on mine. Swallows every drop.

He had to work, as he always did, on slowing down and getting the timing correct. After two hours he was satisfied. He tumbled into bed, falling asleep within a minute. His dreams were pleasant, mostly involving a cute girl that kept trying to get away. Every time he dragged her back with the rope around her middle. Sabrina's dreams were pleasant also but highly erotic. She was tied up lying on her side on a table. A stranger kept asking her if she wanted to fuck. When she said no, he approached either her open vagina or open mouth and used them as hard as he could. It felt wonderful but he would always stop before she reached orgasm. After a great number of penetrations, he finally went too

My dad was obsessed with getting me into Kingsbridge University or Central University, the two best universities in the country and two of the top universities in the world. He claimed it was for my own good as he made me retake the SAT, time after time. The first time I took the SAT, I scored 1360 points, more than enough to get into a highly ranked college. He tore up my offer letter and made me repeat the SAT. The second time, I scored 1440 points, enough to guarantee a spot at an elite college. He wouldn't even let me apply. I had to repeat the SAT. This time, I had scored over 1520 during all three practice exams. He was certain I would get into Kingsbridge University or Central

The synchronized orgasm ripped through us, proving his words in my shattered mind. Afterward, he unstrapped me but left the toys inside on low. “Video call with our friends in ten minutes. Be my good shadow.” Dressed in a thin sundress, and toys buried in my holes, I knelt beside him on camera. Damien controlled the app on his phone. As we chatted casually with friends, the vibrations surged. I bit my lip bloody trying not to moan. “Serena, you okay?” a friend asked. Damien smiled, cranking the intensity until I came silently, my thighs shaking. “Just… tired,” I gasped, humping the air subtly.

she sobbed, her pussy gushing juices down his shaft. Across the room, Chelsea and Damien approached the missionary statue. Chelsea's heart pounded, her small frame trembling as she lay back on the floor, spreading her legs wide to reveal her pink pussy, already slick from the room's influence. Damien stripped off his shirt, his muscular chest heaving, and dropped his pants to let his long cock spring out, veined and throbbing. He positioned himself between her thighs, leaning down to capture her lips in a rough kiss, his tongue pushing into her mouth while she kissed back hungrily, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Which builds sexual tensions between us, he asks me to send him sexy videos of myself, and I spam him with my regular videos. He tries hard to explain that it wasn’t the kind of sexy he meant, trying to tell me to make my videos more revealing without actually mentioning he wants me naked or he wants a nude video of myself. I act dumb whenever he mentions that, saying “I want to see more, beneath that” I just change the topic of our discussion, asking him about his day and what he was doing at the moment. It pisses him when I do that, I kept up with that, since I never felt safe doing that with someone I barely know.

I turn to Damien slowly and question in hope that I heard wrong, for his own sake, "What did you just say? " "That's right. You heard me. Clearly, the bi*ch who raised you taught you no manners! I wonder what killed her. What was it? AIDS? STD? "He yells and an eruption takes place in my head. I suddenly lose control of my mind, sight, mobility, and self. I soon find my hands in clenched fists, flying to both my side simultaneously. Upon looking down, I find Damien beneath me. His lips are moving, and pain is written all over his sorry expression, but I can't hear him, neither can I stop.