Yandere-daydreams Novels & Stories

I've had this fantasy since I was nineteen years old. Not the polished version – not the softcore "oh wouldn't it be naughty" version you admit to over cocktails when someone asks your wildest fantasy. The real one. The one I play on the backs of my eyelids when my vibrator is on the highest setting and I'm chasing the orgasm that only this image delivers: me, naked, surrounded by men. Hands everywhere. Cocks everywhere. Being passed between them like something precious and filthy, the singular focus of four, five, six men who want nothing except to use my body until I can't remember my own name.

°° AZALEA °° I care about him. Goddess, I really do! But I just can't seem to love him the way he wants. The way I'm supposed to. The way I actually want to. I keep having intimate dreams about a faceless man—dreams so vivid they leave my body aching long after I wake. I keep having these intimate dreams about a faceless man man. And what is even more unnerving is how vivid they alway feel and leave my body aching long after I wake up.

she urges. Hearing the word, Sky could only gasp as he wanted to protest against Andrea and the clear script, she’s having to float in the ideal Yaoi genre is very much fond of. But knowing her, he cannot do anything right now or even a word to escape if he doesn’t want to make everything worst as it is right now. “What do you want, Andrea.” He asks as they both look at the menu pretending to look for an appetizing meal for the night and more.

He had to get the rest of her, they were seventeen now and he couldn’t wait for them to turn eighteen if he could actually do the things he wanted to her. The things they dreamed about. He had studied things purposely to please his mate, along with his brother of course. Ife sat in history class distracted by her thoughts until the subject spoke of Alpha Princess Fallon from the past. This was the same person the school was named after. The more she learnt of her the weirder her dreams became, almost like she was living out her life. The most cruel one was of the little girl snatching her heart out of her chest. On the last day, everything made sense!

My mind could barely process what is happening before my eyes so I stared at him 'til his image became clear, I replied, "JD..." "Hey Lyanna. How are you feeling?" "I'm... not sure but I just had a dream about you." I said trying to stitch up the dream I just had. "Oh really? I'm flattered but that's a bit weird, what was it about?" "Just... me telling you about a guy, you said he was somehow... uncommon." I stated as if finding what words to say next as I look at the horizon from afar hoping to grasp his silhouette. JD grinned, "Does this guy has a name? Maybe it's just JD?"

Chapter 63: The Dream Mellisa tossed and turned in her sleep, her mind filled with vivid images of pleasure. She felt a warmth spreading throughout her body, a feeling of anticipation and desire that she had never experienced before. In her dream, she was in a lush garden surrounded by lush vegetation and vibrant flowers. Suddenly, Jeremy appeared. His eyes were a deep, dark blue and he was wearing a suit that fit him perfectly. He walked towards her, his gaze never leaving hers, and reached out to take her hand. His touch was electric, and she felt a thrill of excitement run through her.

To be honest, "I've had really vivid dreams, and I sure wish the guy was real." The look in Laura's eyes changed dramatically. "Oh my God, you've dream mated with.. with. She cast her gaze downward and smiled so softly it was barely noticeable. “What?” Now Laura was looking at Akila. Perfect match. That's the name romance author Julia Wildthorn gives it. When two people who are meant to be together can't find each other in the physical world, the more capable of the two can still reach out to the other in their dreams and provide the connection they need. If one agrees, they've found their soul mate and are now dream-mated.

Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..

I looked at her beautiful face, she's like a sleeping angel on her bed and suffered from the life she doesn't deserve. My hands stroke her cheeks and found myself adoring her beauty, her lips was red enough and it's calling my name. I want to wet them myself but she'll get mad at me. Andrea is the woman in my dream, feisty, pretty, kind-hearted with her own way and none of them see that. Except for me. If I can offer her a happy ending and runaway from these pain at the same time grief, she absolutely agree with me.

"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"