Dream X Tommy Novels & Stories

Fact was, I was not upset we weren't discussing it, I had no clue what to say and figured I would only make things worse. Well a couple of nights ago things had gotten worse, much worse. Monday night I dreamed I slept with Tommy. No, let's be honest, I'd dreamt of my son fucking me. In the dream he had woken me by slipping into my bed and immediately started kissing me, I tried to push him away, but his hand was caressing my tit and I succumbed to his touch. The dream had been as hardcore as any of those sick movies. Tommy going down on me and me screaming as I came, me on my knees sucking his cock and taking every drop, the two of us fucking in every position. When I awoke sweating, my hear

Shaking my head at Tommy, I lifted up onto my tip toes and pressed a kiss on his cheek, whispering in his ear. "I am fine. I can protect myself... remember" Reluctantly, he let me go; looking at the death glare, Damien was shooting Tommy. I rolled my eyes. He was such a child. A female and a male can be friends without it being sexual. I felt like I had known Tommy my whole life. I felt an instant connection to him that one would have with a brother or sister.

Tom smiled to himself as he heard the familiar sound of his ringtone buzzing from his pocket. He frowned when he saw it was not Ariella—the cute Swedish healer from his guild—but Damien. After doing a project with the goth kid, he hadn't bothered to remove his number but never guessed that Damien might call him out of the blue like this. "Hello?" Tom asked without hiding the confusion in his voice.

I was hoping they would change the subject, but the silence was so oppressive, I just had to speak up. “Dr. Rogers, I apologize for interfering concerning my amnesia and nightmares,” and the spell seems to have broken like magic. “What about them?” I had piqued the doctor’s interest, and that could only be a good thing. More than that, Dominic owed me a talk. We might as well have had it here. “In every bad dream I have, there’s a young man with me and the gigantic wolves kill him. I call him Tom. What is that supposed to mean?”

"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"

There was no attacks on us and I’m grateful. Maybe it is just his way of being careful though he is taking it really overboard. “What are you thinking about?” Damian’s voice brought me out of my thought. “Nothing.” I answered with a small smile. “Are you hungry?” He asked again. “But we ate just now.” I said with a small chuckle. “Yeah you’re right.” Damian muttered as he scratched his head nervously. “He still isn’t making any body movement?” I asked as I turned to stare at the unconscious Felix.

Nobody in my memory matched him at all. Then one night, after yet another late shift, I was scrolling through my phone like a zombie when a pop-up appeared out of nowhere. It had a cheap glittering border, the whole nine yards, a classic bottom-of-the-barrel web ad. It was for some app I had never heard of called Astra. I was about to close it when my finger froze in midair for three full seconds. The model on the landing page looked exactly like the man from my dreams. I could not bring myself to close it. Instead, I kept reading.

That was what he was supposed to have done, why was I supposed to be the one doing it? After some couples of minutes we spent strolling around the beach, we both ended up sitting at a spot that was near the sea. It was so easy to watch how the sea flaps its arms against itself right in the distance. “You know, a day after you left I had a dream.” Jason said, and I was surprised. I didn’t know anything about it. “Really?” “Yes. I saw both of us sitting by the beach exactly this way. You had your head resting on my shoulder while I kept on fondling with your hands. It was a sweet dream I wished I wouldn’t wake up from that day. It was what inspired this trip.”

It has been five days and I have had the same dream, about the woman in white, asking me to stop Harper from 'making the mistake of his life by marking another female'. I felt like I was watching a video play, again and again. It was Thursday today and the dream had plagued all my waking thoughts, the image of the white woman practically begging me to stop Harper.

Despair settled deep in my chest—I could already see the miserable fate awaiting me. Then, suddenly, I heard Levi's voice. He appeared behind me and cut through the ropes with a swift stroke. While grabbing my hand, he pulled me out of the nightmare. When I turned back, the Grant family estate was in ruins, overtaken by wild grass and blooming flowers. I held onto Levi tightly, feeling as though all the misfortune and suffering that had plagued me had finally disappeared. That night, I slept soundly for the first time in a long while. …