What Does It Mean When You Dream About Kissing Someone Novels & Stories

My lips curved up with smile of the thought Harry kissing me. I removed my fingers from my lips and slammed my forehead with my palm. What the hell was I thinking? Harry and I were not even in relationship yet I was dreaming about the kiss with him. He didn’t even know I love him but I kept imagining the moments with him. I had gone insane. But... how to kiss a guy? I don’t even know because I never had a kiss. Will Harry feels fine if I do it wrong? Will I enjoy it? Ugh!

My lips met his in a hungry, desperate clash, a collision of suppressed longing and explosive desire. In that instant, as our mouths fused, I was reminded of all the things I hadn't felt in days, in weeks, perhaps even months. It wasn’t just physical sensation; it was a profound sense of connection, a recognition that transcended his current amnesia. We were kissing each other like animals, driven by pure instinct, by a primal hunger that had been suppressed for far too long. There was no gentleness, no tender affection, only a fierce dance of sucking, biting, moaning, and groaning.

These men never discuss things or do things this explicit with me. Wait till the mating ceremony is performed. You'll know what explicit is all about." He says in a mindlink, And then he kisses me. I run my hands over his bare back. Holding on to every piece of muscle I can find. He kisses me until I'm pressed against the wall. I whine and let out a soft moan. "Dreams responds to emotions more than thought." He mumbles as he keeps kissing me. "Connect my energy. Feel it." He runs his hands on my thighs. He keeps kissing, and I feel it. I feel exactly everything he's saying.

She couldn't quite comprehend what had transpired between them, and her mind was a whirlwind of questions and emotions. Why did he kiss me like that? Katherine wondered, her fingers lightly touching her lips as if trying to recapture the sensation. Was it just a spur-of-the-moment thing, about the dream I have wanting to be kissed right here, or does he feel something for me even at this time?

I wondered if I made the right choice when she spoke softly. “What was that?” She asked as her hand trailed up to touch her lips. I was shocked for a second before I responded. “That was called a kiss, Love” I explained causing her to look back up at me. “What is a kiss for?” She asked with a confused look on her beautiful face. I smiled at her and gently cupped her cheek with my hand. “A kiss is a sign of affection. This time it was used to pull you out of your thoughts.” I explained and she nodded before asking her next question.

This time, I wasn't going to let our kiss end too soon. Our kiss tasted like liquor, but it felt like heaven. Once the shock wore off, she kissed me back then took over. Her warm tongue set the rough pace of our lip-lock. I'd fantasized about making out with her many times... But none of my fictional scenarios did reality justice. Like most people, I closed my eyes when I was kissing someone, but I fought the urge to do so. On the off chance that this was just a vivid, alcohol-driven lucid dream, I didn't want everything to cease existing when my eyelids reopened.

The young girl was so naive that he could trick her into kissing him so easily. Therefore, he raised his hand to his mouth and coughed lightly to cover up his laughter. He then shared his knowledge of kissing with her. “Nora, what you’re doing isn’t called kissing at all. Kissing is one of human beings’ most instinctive needs, and it’s the most natural form of intimacy between couples. Kissing uses not only the lips; sometimes, it requires the use of the teeth and tongue as well.” Julian walked toward her as he spoke. “As for the reactions you mentioned, those are not signs of you finding it unbearable. It’s your instinctive reaction to my kisses.”

I whisper fiercely, my voice trembling with unspoken emotion. He doesn’t say anything, just pulls me in. His lips meet mine in a kiss that starts slow, hesitant, but soon becomes something more. It’s not just a kiss of lust, but one of promises—unspoken, but understood. It’s raw and full of something deeper. Something more intense. More dangerous. It's a kiss that makes my heart beat faster.

His hands wrap around my waist as I deepen the kiss. And then suddenly something hits me like a hard brick. Wait! If I am not mistaken, it wasn't a dream; It was real. I quickly open my eyes. I then realize that it was something that happened yesterday. I freaking kissed Christopher last night and now I am dreaming about it? Why did I kiss him in the first place? I am glad that he didn't follow me to my room yesterday. I expected him to come to me and question me why the hell I kissed him. But I guess it wasn't a big thing for him.

She woke up feeling mesmerized, a sensation that was far from ordinary. It wasn’t just a dream; it was a memory she couldn’t forget. The strange kiss he had given her before she left her dream was vivid, haunting, and genuine. She could still see his face clearly in her mind, questioning her, as he moved closer. She felt his hand gently touch her face. Her breath caught when she saw his face inching toward her, and then, as if pulled by some magnetic force, his lips brushed the tip of her nose. A second later, his lips descended on hers, soft and intense, like a lion devouring its prey.