Accomplished business woman. Loving daughter. Wonderful friend. Lucid dreamer.
Darcy Miller would use all of those titles to describe herself, especially lucid dreamer.
Each night as she closes her eyes, she finds herself dreaming of a hazel-eyed mystery man. They seem almost real. Too real. But each time she wakes in the morning, she's reminded they are just a dream. A fantasy. A figment of her imagination.
Until she comes face-to-face with those hazel eyes, and this time she is definitely not dreaming.
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W A R N I N G
• This story contains some explicit smut including BDSM, CNC, voyeurism, exhibitionism, degradation/praise kinks, & knife/gun play.
• Mention of death, physical/psychological abuse by MC, sexual assault, & self harm.
•18+ readers only
• Chapters with 🔥 in the title contain some spicy content.
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BEFORE YOU READ!
I wrote this over 2 years ago during middle of the night feeds with my newborn child. I was absolutely EXHAUSTED and looking for a creative outlet while struggling with postpartum depression. I have been going through recently to change some things and correct any mistakes I come across. If you notice any spelling errors, incorrect grammar/punctuation that I might've missed, PLEASE point it out! I will be more than happy to fix it! I appreciate y'all more than you know and thank you for checking out my story! 🤎
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Dream Of Me
Романтика"Please, fuck me, please!" I cried, tears spilling down my cheeks. "Only because you look so pretty when you beg." He pushed my face to the cement floor with his calloused hand, and lined up the head of his length with the entrance of my heat. "So...
