Strawberry Nightmare Novels & Stories

Strangely, it was around the time we thought everything was over that I started having nightmares. In the dark studio apartment, I was lying alone in bed. So far, it was an ordinary scene. After a while, I heard the sound of the door lock being forced open. A black silhouette entered the room and walked straight toward me. He stood in front of me and looked down at me. Soon, he took out his cock while I lay there.

Everything was awesome, aside from the strawberries. The smell tore Robert from the best sex dream he had at any point had. It was generally normal to wake from a dream about peeing and want to pee but Robert had never awakened from a sex dream prepared to cum. He was alert and ready to go now, yet he had carried everything from his fantasy with him. The smell of strawberries, the warm tissue, the wet skin, the brilliant ass and a rapidly moving toward climax. How the fuck does somebody wake him up when he was ready to cum?

and the rest of the mornings of my life. ROSALIA's POV : ----------------- I woke up feeling an intolerable pain in my head and the first thing I noticed was strawberries! Actually a ton of strawberries and jars of Nutella on the bedside table. What's wrong! The sweet fruity smell of strawberries soothed my hammering nerves a little bit. It was one of the rarest days that I was not getting up to being fucked. My escape plan fizzled out. I can't even execute a single thing properly. I recalled getting terribly drunk, stumbling on the roads and inside the aquarium shop but I can't remember a single thing after that. Did Kevin change my dress last night?

She stood before me, wearing nothing but a flimsy red nightie that barely hid anything, her curves emphasized by the delicate fabric. I gulped, trying to regain control over my emotions as they threatened to overwhelm me. She shifted from one foot to another, her movements captivating, and my gaze followed her every gesture, unable to tear away. I couldn't help but notice how her breasts strained against the fabric of her nightie, her nipples hardened, a clear indication of her arousal. My body responded instinctively, blood rushing to my cock as desire coursed through me. My eyes traveled down her body, noting the lack of anything underneath her nightie. A low growl escaped my throat as my

[Welcome to Eternal Nightmare. Survival is victory.] The cold, robotic female voice blasted through the dark while I was sprawled on the couch doomscrolling. The next second, a white flash nuked my vision and forced my eyes shut. When I opened them again, my living room had straight-up rage quit and turned into a blood-red wasteland. "Okay, what the hell?" I squinted and spotted my six-foot-two husband, Adrian Chase, already doing the whole protective-dad thing with one arm around our son.

Then I picked up my phone and contacted the Beta who had been trying to recruit me to the North. After that, a notification popped up that Ella had tagged me. In the video, a large hand slowly rubbed her lower abdomen. Her voice played in the background, soft and sweet. “Alpha Leon, your hands are so warm…” The caption read: [Alpha feels bad that I’m in pain during my heat, says he’ll help take it all away! Being cared for like this feels amazing.] I double-tapped to like it, headed to my profile, and removed the background photo of Leon and me.