Dreams Sometimes Do Come True
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DREAMS DO COME TRUE Hazel had been my next door neighbour for over a year and although we'd got on really well from day one, nothing sexual had ever happened between us but it didn't stop me dreaming. She wasn’t what you'd call a raving beauty but she had something special. She had a latent sex appeal!!! She didn't seem to do anything to push the point but it was just there. Each time, after we'd spent time together, I'd go back to my own flat and imagine how it would be to undress her...
Hazel had been my next door neighbour for over a year and although we'd got on really well from day one, nothing sexual had ever happened between us but it didn't stop me dreaming. She wasn’t what you'd call a raving beauty but she had something special. She had a latent sex appeal!!! She didn't seem to do anything to push the point but it was just there. Each time, after we'd spent time together, I'd go back to my own flat and imagine how it would be to undress her and find out what sort of...
Erotic FictionNote : THis story is completely fictional! Hai, I am Jagan I like very much Incest . Every son have a dream so I have a dream. I am waiting till for that day it comes true in my life. Now the day came just one month before. So I want to share how my dreams coming true in my. Life if you also help it to get your momma as you like I am satisfied for it. The dream between my lovely momma and me, you know she is dream woman of everyman My mom was a fashionable lady in her late forties and till now....
IncestI dreamt of you last night… There we were walking through the woods, the wind catching our laughter and carrying it away. The late evening autumn sky streaked with all the shades of red and orange, filling us with a warm cozy feeling. Arm in arm there’s no need for words between us, as we step into the cabin we had rented for our rendezvous. Closing the door behind us, I turn to find you just inches from me and I smile. Your strong arms pull me to you and softly you kiss me, parting my lips...
Dreamscape Conclusion By Diana Kimberly Heche Part 5: Dream Walker Fear, confusion and fraud. These were the three words, which had dominated my existence since I died in a car accident. Through cosmic happenstance, I emerged from a coma in the body of Lucy Maya. My second chance at life, so to speak, was not one of wonderment at the miracle of being given another crack at life, as one would expect. Quite the opposite. I tip toed through this life fearful more people...
Dreams Come TrueFinally, I split with my long-term partner of 15 years and she had custody of our two c***dren.As a secret female wrestling addict since first fantasies aged 10 I decided that my new freedom was going to give me the chance to make fantasy a reality. My first move was to join a dating site and own up to my wrestling obsession. Surprisingly I received a lot of response from women living in the same coastal city as me and even more to my surprise, many were around the 30-40-age...
I slid my cock into her slowly, enjoying how the head of my cock spread the inner hole of her moist love pit. Her pussy lips closed around me, grabbing hold of my shaft as it inched inside her. I started to pump finding a perfect rhythm as Iris and I joined as one. “Oh you feel so good! Wow you wrap yourself around me. It’s so tight in there. So tight.†I said as I worked inside her. Being the national marketing manager of Prestige Inc. had its perks. 5 star hotel rooms, unlimited credit and a...
AffairIt was late Friday afternoon and Melanie and Julie were packing and cleaning up the vacation cabin. They had been there for two weeks and would be leaving for home tomorrow morning. Melanie paused from mopping the kitchen floor to reflect on the events of last week. "You know Jule, in my ten years of nursing I've never come across anything as bizarre as finding that hiker in the ravine." Julie tucked some stray hairs that had escaped from her headband behind her right ear. "I don't think...
Tonight was it. Every detail had been meticulously planned. He had haunted her footsteps like a shadow for the past two months, had her in his every thought for the past seven. He had memorized her every smile. He would awaken from his dreams to swear he could smell her sweet perfume. He had tried fruitlessly to win her attention, but she barely even noticed his existence. And with every unreturned smile he felt a hate burn inside of him. She thought she was better than him. She thought that...
I awoke late one Thursday night, early Friday morning, and was drenched in sweat. The air conditioning had went out and I had not cracked the window as I often do during the hot spring months. In Grants Hall, the air conditioning often went out during the night and we would surmises that the administration would shut it done to maintain cost. Any way, I got up and d****d myself in a towel and headed off to the common showers. As I opened the shower room door I heard the waters running, slowly I...
Dreams Do Come True By K.C. Prologue Hi my name is Carl and a few days ago I was a 20-year-old pedophile. I had a very extensive picture collection of little girls. Mostly 6-14 year olds, nude, their smooth supple body there for me to masturbate to. I would almost cream my pants thinking of their breastless chests. One day something strange happened; now my name is Kaci and I am an eleven-year-old girl. This is my story. Chapter 1: Pre Kaci days I had just gotten home...
Street and Smith's _New_ _York_ _Weekly_ is proud to present the latest addition to the amazing legend of Eerie, Arizona. Jessie Hanks Outlaw Queen: The Cameo Murder By Nicholas Varrick As Told by Ellie Dauber and Christopher Leeson © 2016 Part 1: On the Trail to Trouble Chapter 1 -- "Prolog: September 1871" Tuesday, September 12, 1871 A chunky, sandy-haired man walked into the Prescott, Arizona...
Camelot PRELOGUE Fabian couldn't believe it. He was going to be sent away. Away from his step parents, his toys, his friends. "It's not fair, it's not fair, and it's not fair!" he yelled as he stamped his feet. His nurse maid, gave him that look, the look she gave him whenever his behavior was not that befitting the prince and heir in line to the thrown of Camelot when he was old enough. Fabian was only seven and small for his age but he understood his duties and the history of...
Grace, Kim and I had a nice long chat and decided to take the twins with us to return to Camelot to see if we could locate the missing cheerleaders. I didn't have any evidence that we would find them other that a nagging need to try. We called the twins into my den and sat down to talk with them. I had to convince them that what they were about to hear would be hard to believe but they had to accept it on blind faith. I started out, "Girls, you remember the cave you saw on your...
Shawn strapped on his gear and prepared himself for another patrol in one of the most dangerous cities in the United States. Standing a whopping 6’5” and weighing a chiseled 275 pounds, citizens and hoodlums alike all new Shawn very well. On the mean streets, his nickname was “Big Jack.” Even his fellow officers looked up to him as well. When they got a rough call, they felt at ease when they saw Shawn arrive as their back-up. By no means was he considered one of those types who hid behind his...
First TimePart 1 of a multi-parter. Dreamscape 1 By Diana Kimberly Heche No, this isn't right! None of this is. I stopped in mid bite, then chewed the pancakes more slowly, straining my senses to search for the qualities that I loved in them so well. Nothing. It was not that they were bland in the traditional sense, they were completely devoid of taste altogether. Impossible. I picked up the glass of orange juice and brought the pulpy liquid to my nose, inhaling vigorously for a...
This is my entry into the ‘Winter Holidays Story Contest’. Be sure to vote, and either leave a comment or send feedback. I hope you enjoy it. **** Dozens of lights twinkled from their perches. A fresh pine scent filled the air. Gaily wrapped presents crowded together to find a spot under the tree. People scurried through the stores to find those last elusive gifts. It was three days before Christmas, and Abby wished it was over. The packages were empty, fake, like the tree with its air...
Champion of Camelot The yelling argument had lasted an hour, and King Arthur was starting to regret allowing it to start in the first place. But one of the founding principals of Camelot was the symbolized by the Round Table - that despite being King, Arthur was only to be considered the first among equals, and so he had let his most trustworthy knight Lancelot make his case. "It cannot be done, Arthur! You cannot give a knighthood to a woman!" "Why not? She saved my life, any man...
This is a continuation of Mail Order Bride. Personal copies for non commercial use permitted. All others require permission. No other grants of rights granted. Cameo Club by nanomage What a difference a day makes, well two days now. The last 24 hours of it completely as a woman. Mail Order Brides was the slickest bit of Tech and magic I had ever seen, not that I had experience with magic before. Anyway, here I was in the body of the girl of my dreams, and I was beginning to...
Dreams are fulfilled by me, the desires by you. It was a dreary Saturday afternoon as Daniel Samuelsson walked under a dreary sky to enter a dreary mall, to just be around dreary people while he tried to find something bright, at one of the dreary stores filled with dreary goods, to lighten his dreary mood from having a dreary life. Daniel did not really believe his life was really that dull, lifeless and depressing. It was just February, the worst month of the year for...
Introduction: A story of sexual awakenings. A young teen dreams about her algebra teacher. But what does she discover about him during a scheduled tutoring session? – a submission of the dreams writers competition. AUTHORS NOTE: This story was written as a submission of the writers competition by eljs and J Jackass Tails. It is a fictional telling of a sexual awakening by a young teen. Among the criteria of the submissions is thematic associations with the song: All I Have To Do Is Dream, sung...
I have written this story for a friend who says she just loves stories of a loving father and what he gives his little girl. Bunny, this one's for you. I had graduated from high school earlier than most and begun college at the youthful age of 15. Was I smarter then the rest? No, not by a long shot, I just happened to be able to score well on the tests and caught a break. I had been anxious to leave the home my parents had provided me along with the abusive treatment I had received every day...
IncestReddit Cameltoe, aka r/Cameltoe! You gotta admit, in some situations, cameltoes can be very fucking hot. And for those who are not virgins, you know that I do not actually mean the toes of a camel. Now, if you are ready for that juicy cameltoe action, you are more than welcome to explore what r/cameltoe/ has to offer. This is a rather simple subreddit filled with all kinds of naughty cameltoe content.Of course, Reddit is a free website, that is a given. So you can always just browse through the...
Reddit NSFW Listteen. Among the criteria of the submissions is thematic associations with the song: "All I Have To Do Is Dream", sung popularly by Roy Orbison, the Everly Brothers, and others. Another criterion is the central character in narrative perspective must be the opposite sex of the author. I pose the usual disclaimer that the posted themes for ...
I walked into the large metal walled room and sat on the single white plastic chair. A bright light prevented me from seeing the voice that spoke, a soft autoreactive male voice. “State your name, family name and then your Christian name… First name.”My tiny voice echoed in the sterile room. “State your age and sexual orientation.” I was okay with the first but what was he taking about orientation, Japan? “I’ll put you down as bisexual, covers both bases.”The confusing and often bizarre...
I wanted him. How desperately I wanted him I cannot begin to tell you. Alone at night I thought of nothing but his face, his arms, the white and pink and ivory blue of his delicate skin, the curls of his hair, the soft smile of his lips, the glitter of his eyes. But he wasn’t there and I sat alone, the bottle before me, the bottle pouring into the glass, into the glass until there were only shadows. And then sleep. But even in sleep he towered above me, lay supine below me, his every curve and...
GayWe had been looking forward to this vacation my wife, Rita, and I for a long time. We had both worked hard since just before Christmas. Rita to build up a good-will so she could take some time off when she had the baby we were planning to conceive during this week or so we should spend hiking in the mountains. Rita even told me about a dream she had the night before. It was on our second or third day and we had made camp in a little valley and during the next morning we had been overcome with...
Chapter 1 "You want to do what?" Mary asked sitting bolt upright in bed. My wife and I had just had a marvelous session of sex. We were nestled in each other's arms enjoying what the sexologists refer to a "postcoital-languor". That's highfalutin for "feeling fuckin' good afterwards!". And believe me I was feeling good. Mary is a wonderful bedmate. Just looking at her makes my cock hard, and I know from watching other guys around her that they are jealous as hell of me. She has the...
Cameltoes, I think most people find them gross. But I love them. I love seeing the seam of the clothing disappear and being able to see two thick labia puffing out from the seam. I especially like it when you see one in shorts, athletic wear and bathing suit. The out line of the puffy labia. A big reason I love cameltoes, is knowing the surprise you get once you take off the clothing. When my lady and I started living together, we were both in our early 40, her k**s had moved out and we had an...
Karen woke up with a start. She had been dreaming again, always the same one. It centred around her brother and the shower. Sometimes the scenario would differ slightly, but not the outcome. Normally her dreams were never that memorable, she would sometimes remember parts of them, but very rarely the whole thing.Karen sat up and looked at her alarm clock, 6:30, damn she thought to herself, it’s going to be another long day. Deciding to get up she swung her legs out of bed and headed for the...
Dreamscape III By Diana Kimberly Heche Part 3: Kirk, Janet and Betty I pulled into the parking lot a full 45 minutes early and sat in my car. I needed to get my mind around the idea that I was actually going to work. Never had I been this nervous reporting to a job, but never have I done so in a body, which was not mine. Craig Morton, my former self, was an advertising executive at the tender age of twenty-five - a well established wunderkind with a reputation throughout...
Cameron was the most beautiful boy that I had ever laid eyes on. He was only two weeks from turning 11 years old. Cameron stood no taller than 4'10'' and maybe weighed 85 pounds, but he was amazingly cute with his dark brown hair and a speckling of freckles right below beautiful brown eyes and across his nose. He was wearing a white t-shirt with a pair of red GAP mesh jogging pants that had two thin sky blue stripes running down both legs and a sky blue 2 on the left leg right below the...
Part 1Cameron Diaz is one of the sexiest women alive, and also one of the most wealthy. She has made so many awesome movies, and could get any guy she wanted. She could afford to buy anything she ever wanted, lived in a huge house, did not have to work hard. Basically she lived the life of any super star. But Cameron Diaz wanted something that no one else had, something that made her different and set her apart from all of the other rich actors and actresses out there. One of Cameron's favorite...
"Come on asshole, didn't you see me trying to get over?" I yelled at the car in front of me, banging my hand on the steering wheel in frustration. I was stuck in rush hour traffic and the car in front of me - some soccer mom who obviously didn't belong on the Los Angeles freeway - decided that it was acceptable to cut me off in order to gain a measly one car length on me. Settling back in my seat with a frustrated grunt, this was not how I wanted to start my day. I sat idly in my car,...
Monday night, Ruth had one of those nightmares that psychoanalysts love to make a big deal out of. She dreamt that she was... no, it wasn't she. She dreamt that she was someone else, and she was naked in a public place, with everyone staring and pointing and making noise. She had some books, and a large notebook, and she tried to cover her breasts and crotch, but she dropped them, and people laughed when she couldn't cover herself with her hands. It was a frightening dream. It was just a...
The next time Cameron thought of going out to pick up girls was when his friend Mark suggested it during a lecture at college. "Hey man, you haven’t gotten out much lately, have you?" he asked quite randomly during a boring unimportant part of the professor's rant. "Who me?" Cameron was surprised Mark would even take notice. Cameron usually went to great lengths to go out alone so that none of his so-called friends could sabotage his chances with a girl by telling her unnecessary details...
I knew my friend had to work again today so I was planning on just driving home when he left for work at 1 o'clock, as a matter of fact while he and I where sitting at the kitchen table eating his parents broke the news to Andrew that he had to babysit his two younger siblings as well as Cameron and Alex because the adults were going to the outlet malls about 90 miles away. Andrew immediately protested this crying out "Well why can't I go to the outlets too?! I don't want to be stuck here...
I started talking with Cameron in tennis. He sat alone during the few minutes before and after playing. I asked him about his weekend or how his day was going or anything else I could think of to get small talk going. He was eager to talk. We spoke shallowly like this for weeks. After a while we started to talk in Algebra, the only other class we shared. Our conversation deepened and we became something like friends. I asked Cameron to stay behind one day as everyone was leaving with their...
After reading the ominous note, I didn't know what to think. Why was Cameron coming over at two? I hopped in the shower as I played out different scenarios in my head. Ideally, I hoped that she would come over, and the two of us would have a rational discussion. Cameron would realize that becoming a couple had been a mistake, and that we should go back to just being best friends. Mental scenario two was that she would be upset with me, but she would decide to forgive me and give our...
Instead I dreamed of a long dirt field. It seemed to go on for miles and miles. There I stood alone, the only similarity to my recent dreams of flowers and the adorable boy. In the air I smelled smoke and cinder. It made me gag, I nearly choked up my dinner. When I thought I was alone, I noticed that there were bodies, dead bodies, assimilating out of the thin air. I was crying again. Everywhere I looked there were dead bodies. Smoke and fog began to fill the area. Sadness filled and clogged my...
Dreams of the Chinese RoomThe oversized room was decorated in a tasteless mishmash of New Mexico pueblo and Chinese restaurant. Paper globe lights cast a comfortable glow over the room, filling in any shadows left by the muted sunshine coming through gauzy curtains which skirled in a lazy, sensous dance from an inflow of cool breezes through the open windows. The walls hung with tapestries in a Chinese fire drill of colors -- the floor of dark, polished wood showed through the gaps between...
Group SexFinally he had what he wanted, a new life with a new reputation. He of course used this reputation to gain friends and girls. The first few times he went on dates with girls at college things went well. After a while though, a new rumor started to spread; the rumor that Cameron was not very good in bed. Any girl that went out with him said the same thing. He was a disappointment; a bit on the small side and lacking in the skill to provide his partner with any pleasure. Eventually he could no...
Cameron was able to secure some clean clothes from George before going up to the Blue Bull. There he booked room for the night and with an extra quad arranged for hot water and a bathtub. Dirty, disheveled, and blood spattered, he was sure he would have gotten the bums rush instead if he hadn't been accompanied by Fredrick. Cleaning up chased much of the accumulated fatigue from the nearly nonstop action of the past 27 or so hours. At quarter to 6 he exited the Blue Bull, found one of the...
After my first time I had cathced my wife to had a sex with her boyfriend in office.I started used hidden recorder everydays and have captured her sex with his lover in sauna.It was amazing and very horny, but I like to get more.I tried to speak with her about threesome but she refused me. Then I have sent some notes to her lover by e mail. He was frightened and start informs my wife about me.She convinced him that I am very dangerous person and not reliable. He is going to avoid contacts with...
Cameron watched while Dandy rearranged his bedroll to a position at the rear of the wagon where anybody trying to leave, or enter, would have to step on him to do it. Ratso took one more pull on the jug and sacked out with his saddle as a pillow and shield from the dying fire. Hamfist, who apparently had the first watch wandered slowly around the camp area. He stood for awhile on the creek bank and then Cameron saw him discharge a stream of piss into the creek. He then stalked the jug,...
Author’s note: Ordinary guy going through a rough patch starts discovering the power of his dreams and makes his wildest desires become a reality. This is a work of fiction and any semblance to actual people or places is purely coincidental. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I walked through the depanneur door, trying to act nonchalant and casual, but as is so often the case, the more one tries acting cool, the less one actually ends up being. As it happens, I couldn’t keep my gaze straight and I inevitably...
‘I have the most peculiar dreams,’ said Sandra. Louise looked instantly bored. The dreams of others are normally tedious if recounted at any length. ‘Really, what sort of peculiar?’ ‘Well about Anton.’ ‘Anton?’ Louise looked sharply at Sandra. ‘What sort of peculiar?’ ‘Well there’s a lot of sand and…’ ‘Sand? An island?’ ‘Yes. How did you guess?’ ‘No, it’s nothing, it’s just, if we are talking about dreams, I’ve had the occasional dream too about Anton and a sandy beach on an island—at...
You settle in for a good night's sleep, and your subconscious mind sends you drifting, soaring beyond the clouds, past the skies of our world and into the realm of dreams. Cool air rushes by as you float and fly through the air, formless swirls of color and feeling all around you. And as you fly, you can only marvel at the mysterious and wonderful sights and sounds around you in this world-beyond-worlds. You cannot control your flight - you are not the pilot but the passenger, along for the...
FantasyPrologue Cameron and I were married for fifteen years. No children, bills paid, house nearly owned. She's thirty-eight and I'm forty now. She's still a tawny haired beauty with B-cup boobs and the plumpest ass ever to have graced the backside of a 110 pound five-foot four-inch female woman! Her olive complexion is to die for and she smells like something descended from Mt. Olympus. Our sex life was terrific through most of those years. Was, being the operative word. She eventually filed...
*This starter chapter is only for letting the reader know what will be going on in the story no characters will remember this* Aww, but what if I really want to? *No Jacob you cant remember this* Remember what? And what if I want to remeber this? *God fucking dammit. Anyways hi I'm the author the other idiot is Jacob, you have decided for some reason that you want to spend your time following him and his weird fucked up dreams, because we all know with a title like dreams you know they're going...
FantasyAbigail sighed as she sat down at the computer. It had been sitting, untouched and carefully covered, for nearly a year. It had been a constant reminder of Ken, and she didn’t want any more reminders tearing at her heart. Now, it seemed she should use it, at least for information and communication with her far-flung family. The basics only. She knew her workmates and friends used the computer daily, for all sorts of reasons. She just felt she was above needing a technological device to make her...
Cameron woke up in just about the same position he last remembered - spooned against Leia's back, left arm over hers, hand cupping her breast. He needed to pee and had about half a hard on. It was 4:30 and the alarm was set for 5:15. Slipping out of bed, he went to the bathroom. The effort to slip back into bed wasn't as successful as getting out, it was obvious that Leia was awake. When Cameron draped his arm over Leia she picked up his hand and moved it to her breast and squeezed it a...
Cameron leaned against the side of a wagon. Lying scattered on the ground were the bodies of three men in the sort of disjointed attitudes adopted only by the unconscious or dead. From the amount of blood around one, probably the latter for him at least. Kneeling in front of him were two young women, one he recognized as Leia, the other was a stranger and obviously no older than 15. "Thank you for rescuing us," said Leia, "Now it is time for your reward." With that Leia unzipped his pants...
Dreams Really Do Come True I love to dream. I can lie in bed and just let my mind wander. In my dreams the girls are always willing to undress for me and let me have sex with them. Anything goes too such as oral, anal, spanking, and water sports. When I fuck the girl next door her mother is always okay with it and she never calls the police on me. In fact most times she joins in. I can run around naked inside or outside and never get caught. All of my dream girls will pose naked...
The news media, movies, TV programs, even education in the 1970’s suddenly shifted from omission’s silence to instructor mode about sex to catch up for its past suppression. The new mantra was, “Sex isn’t just for procreation, it’s for pleasure, a casual fun like chewing gum.”Suddenly it was free love, sex on demand, whatever floats your boat. With “the pill” procreation became an afterthought, something put off until later in life. Why get married after Woodstock? Now it was love boat...
CheatingA Different Sort of Camelot A Different Sort of Camelot Morgan came to at the heavy sound of footsteps approaching, the back of her head cracking painfully against a stone wall.? Her eyes began to focus, the sights about her none too encouraging.? She was in a dungeon, that much was obvious from the sputtering torch, the dank windowless cell and the realization that she was practically dangling nude from the ceiling.? Metal shackles encased her small wrists, and were attached to a hook...
Having asked Merlin why he summoned us, I awaited his explanation. It took him a few seconds to reply. "The soul of Mordred, who you slew in battle, had been drifting about the kingdom casting a morbid pall over the land. In order to rectify the situation, I conjured up a spell to banish him to the fires of Hell for all eternity. The power of his soul must have been more than I thought for instead he turned into a fierce fire-breathing dragon that has been wreaking havoc all over the land....
The next few weeks went by fairly quickly for Cameron. He was getting some part time work at Bridger Angler, the Bozeman fly shop where he had a summer job lined up. Another day was taken up with the entrance exams for Montana State University-Bozeman. There were several days spent fishing on the Gallatin and Yellowstone, ended with the start of spring run-off. A couple of weekends went to drives around the area with the family getting reacquainted with the area and with each other. He also...