Dream When He Was Fat Novels & Stories

“What was the dream about?” “Well, I was dreaming about cleaning the study at the mansion, but I was old – like really old. All gray haired and wrinkled. I had let my life pass me by and . . . you had just got divorced from Ava Bartholomew. “ “A dream about me being married to Ava sounds more like a nightmare,” he quipped.

he said, patting my back gently. I smiled, then closed my eyes. If this was a dream, then no one should wake me up. I was naked and sore, and I laid on the chest of one of the most powerful and richest men in the world. What could be better than that? “Hope,” I heard him mumble. When I lifted my head to look at him, he was already asleep. what does that even mean?

He yelled surprising me, “Fucking happy with my answer?” “What was the dream about?” I asked, refusing to be hurt. It wasn't the time for that. “From that fucking night,” He finally said, his shoulders slumping in defeat. “I dreamed about the accident, but you were there.” “I can't imagine how hard it’s for you to have to relive that moment over and over again, Jacob.”

At the same time, I couldn't bring myself to stop worrying about his poor health. Was he eating well? Was he sleeping well? I hoped he wasn't in a lot of pain. On the night of the third day, I was asleep when I heard his voice in my dream. Then his sweet smell flooded my senses. I felt him hold me in his arms. "Did you miss me?" he asked. I chuckled, leaning into his arms. "This must be a dream," I commented. He planted a kiss on my temple. "What if it isn't a dream?" He asked. I was tempted to believe that it wasn't a dream. However, I knew better.

It creaked at his enormous weight but did break as I imagined, and I laid on the large wolf. All the energy I had gotten from adrenaline faded, and fatigue hit me. My eyes fluttered shut, and I dreamt funny dreams of where I was little red riding hood and the big bad wolf was, Raphael, but we were friends. ~ I didn’t want to wake up. The bed was firmer and harder than usual, but far warmer and somehow more comfortable than usual. I wanted to stay in bed all day, but I was hungry. I had eaten little yesterday, despite all the means Raphael had tried to make me eat more.

“Yes, carrying three babies isn't easy, no. Ele ri. “Then get some rest. I close my eyes and soon fall asleep on his shoulder. **** I wake up hungry and see the dark room when I open my eyes. I stretch, sit up, and yawn before checking the time. Six pm. I get up, brush my teeth and wash my face, staring at myself in the mirror, pouting all the time. I am fat! I put on my sneakers and leave the room, going to Lorenzo's. '' What a scare, love! “He's putting on his shirt. '' Why are you scared? What are you doing wrong, huh? I'm still confused. “I'm not doing anything wrong, love, I just freaked out with you walking into the room like that. Sigh. '' I am fat? He blinks several times. '' I think

I added. "There must be something you can do, right?" I asked but the way he looked away, told me that he was ready to comply with Richard since they're after all, one. But the feeling on my guts about the dream I've had concerning him, keeps pushing me to press for it. I feared that my dreams are beginning to come to life and what they hold, scares even more. _ I was too tired to open my eyes even though I knew it was morning, I just wanted to sleep a little while longer. I needed as much rest as I could get and I have no idea why I was this tired.

He continues. "What dream was it about?" "About you." He answers right away and sighs the next second. “W-What happened?” I asked hesitantly. "It was a dream mostly about you. I found myself wearing white, all white and I was standing far away from you. I was looking at you. Observing you. You were reading a book and you were in the garden with Ben and Bethany. You were all smiling. They were playing and laughing. You were having fun. You looked so happy together." He smiles while narrating.

"The chef told me. The cheese stock always runs out even though no one orders it. The milk often decreases in the middle of the night. At first I thought there was a ghost." I laughed softly. "Sorry." "Don't apologize. I used to steal food when I was on a diet too." "You? On a diet?" "In high school. I was fat." I didn't believe him. "You? Fat?" "Fat. Plump. Many times bigger than you." I imagined a little Leon with a fat body. I couldn't picture it. "I don't believe you." "I have a photo. I'll show you tomorrow." I smiled. Leon got up from the bed. I saw his muscular back, the black tattoo that spread from his right shoulder to his shoulder blade. He walked to the door.

He divulged, voice now sexily low, “But now, I've realized that I can't do it anymore. I can't keep lying to myself. Do you know the actual reason why I started eating in my study?” “No, I don't,” I said, “Why did you?” “I had a dream where I bent you over the dining table and fucked you,” He chuckled, his finger tracing smooth lines on my face, “I thought I could repress my desire by keeping my distance. However, I thought wrong.” “Really?” I croaked out, my pussy tingling with salacious ecstasy. If only he knew I have had way more scandalous dreams than his. There was a particularly nasty dream that I had on the night I turned eighteen.