Sexy Dream Novels & Stories

"Serena" He called again wanting to be sure that this wasn't one of those dreams he woke up with screams and sweats all over his body seeing her not moving or answering his calls, seeing her with those puff eyes with tears in it he just wants to console her even if it's a dream he wouldn't want to see her in tears not now and never. He began to move wanting to stand up so he could reach out to Serena. "Fuck this hospital and it's equipment"

Chapter Twenty Eight Security Breach Sage had woken up after that crazy dream like nothing strange had happened. Jared didn’t say a word either. But she knew she had to get the day started. She finished her Ju-Jitsu class early and went straight into the locker room. Things seemed to be at the normal everyday pace of life, and she was really beginning to like that. She quickly changed into a little black dress that she had fallen in love with a few weeks ago. She knew that Jared would be working at the house and she needed his help getting things ready.

"OH GOD! OH FUCK! DAMIEN!" Serah's scream echoed through the penthouse suite, raw and primal, as Damien's massive cock hit a spot inside her that shouldn't exist.....a depth that defied anatomy, a place that made her see actual stars bursting behind her clenched eyelids.

Damian woke up with his cock rock hard and throbbing, the thick head already leaking pre-cum onto his stomach. The dream had been so fucking vivid — the Vegas suite, the way he had called his doctor the next morning for that full genetic panel on himself, the way Victoria had stolen those results and used them like a weapon for years. His dick pulsed angrily, veins bulging, begging to be used. Elena was still asleep beside him under the blankets, wearing a thin white tank top that had ridden up to her waist. He could see the curve of her bare ass and the soft lips of her pussy peeking between her thighs.

Warning: Explicit sexual content, group sex, extremely rough sex, BDSM elements, consensual intense experience. 18+ only. All characters are adults. "OH GOD! OH FUCK! DAMIEN!" Serah's scream echoed through the penthouse suite, raw and primal, as Damien's massive cock hit a spot inside her that shouldn't exist.....a depth that defied anatomy, a place that made her see actual stars bursting behind her clenched eyelids.

Bright and white like a star exploding. Is this what real pleasure felt like? But then the light narrowed. And I blinked. The warmth disappeared. So did the grip around my throat and the dick buried inside me. I bolted upright. Sweat clung to my skin. My pulse galloped. I was still naked. Still in his bed. It had been a dream. A sick, vivid dream. And then I heard him. “A steamy one?” Damien’s voice was amused. Calm. Already dressed for the day, a tie loose around his throat.

Date = 9 November Waking up in a bed. Place = San Francisco (Damion’s house) His bed in his house. Now that’s a first. POV - Melaena I wake up clinging to a pillow that smells like Damion. Not faintly. Not vaguely. Fully, unmistakably HIM. I inhale deeply, shamelessly, savoring it. Hell, what a great dream. I kissed Damion. Not that my subconscious hasn’t visited that particular fantasy before — but this one felt different. More solid. More detailed.

He seemed to be fading. “I’ll see you again, Jennah.” The buzzing grew louder. Jennah opened her eyes. Her alarm clock was going off. She reached over and slapped a hand on the snooze button and then focused to make sure she was in her room. She blew out a breath and tried to shake the fog from her mind. That explained a few things. The dream was so real, but not at the same time. Too bad, really. That man, Dominic, her mind had invented was quite nice to look at. No more chocolate caramel popcorn for you before bed, she thought as she slowly sat up.

Duerme ya, dulce bien Duerme ya, dulce amor Dulces sueños tendrás al oir mi canción. I knew from the first note that I was dreaming even before I realized where I was. I only ever hear her voice when I am dreaming. And it was the only song she ever sings to me. The dream was always the same, we were outside sitting under a maple tree in the backyard of our small house. It was autumn, the leaves were falling down in their natural shades. We would make beds from the leaves and spend sunsets in there looking at the setting sun. My mother would hug me and sing me Brahm’s lullaby until I fall asleep in her arms. I remember it with a warm fuzzy feeling in my chest. It was my favorite memory of her

She assumed that her friend didn't use hair dryer usually, so that he wouldn't recognize the sound 'Work and work,' she sighed Dea put on her usual loose-fitting t-shirt and pajamas, standing in front of the large dressing table. She applied some night cream on her face and closed the tube, getting ready for going to sleep She walked to her bedroom and switched off the light, then lay on the soft bed quietly. The moonlight was still illuminating the room as the window was opened. The smell of jasmine flowers covered the air, right outside there was a little garden front of the condo and it was made by her when she had got vacations time