The Dreamwalker's Archive | The Hollowing
The Hollowing marked the beginning of a fracture that would echo through dream and waking alike. The waking world called them World War I and II. The dreaming remembers them differently — the Convergence, and the Second Convergence. Together,...
Summer Dreams
Derek panted as he threw off the sheets, grabbing his throbbing cock and pumped it furiously, his mind playing out the last of the dream fantasy while it was still fresh.
I Dream of Deadpool (No, really, this was a dream)
Immediately following, it cuts to a slowmo skip through the flowers scene with the foggy dream/fantasy fade around the edges and uplifting music, and you know they're both going "tra-la-la-la-la" or something similar.
The Cricket Club
Whispering in my dreamed fantasy. "uhh, oh, yes, fuck me harder nat shove it in faster, deeper uunnnhhh", the last words were shouted as i put my hand out to catch the load as i blew all over it.
Sleeping Skolf, Absent-Minded Collie
He finally seemed nearing his dream fantasy as he got on all fours, his fingers and toes tearing into homes easily, his cock leaking and flooding the streets as he positioned himself before thrusting into the ground.
Clocking Out
Reality began to fade in and out, dreams, fantasies and simple nothingness all beckoning in a cluster of hazy visions. his tongue wriggled and probed once again. he struck a sweet spot and was rewarded by a gush of juices. he hit it again, and again.
Typical Monday
dreams, fantasies, even dark thoughts circle around our minds daily, even while we are unaware. emotions that create themselves inside, that create that sheer memory or thought. truly, a work of art and war, the human mind is.
Date Night
Well here's another story/dream/fantasy, whatever you want to call it. yes, these are the same two characters from my last story but this is not the same "timeline." absolutely no connection between the two stories other than the characters.
Storm of Lust-Part 1
Instead of dreams, fantasies flooded his mind. he saw kongol, sitting on the bed...completely nude. a soft groan escaped his lips, reaching his fingertips down.
Why Wolf?
If you are reading this, it is because you have a dream, fantasy, desire, or otherwise wish to be a wolf. the chances are very high that you do not understand why.
True Identity
These women that he thought of, he knew they were just dreams, fantasies even. they wouldn't be real, he'd be forever alone. he turned off the water, and stepped out of the shower.
Unexpected Changes
This story tends to vary from a second person view to third person, as this is made of peices of my nightly dreams, fantasies, and a small hint of reality, though i have done my best to keep the second person narritive to the narration of the charater background