Dreaming Of Boyfriend Novels & Stories

"Just stay with me for a while. For now though, I'm too afraid to sleep. I feel like he will come back for me if I try to sleep." He frowned. "Who are we talking about?" "My boyfriend." I felt my skin crawl with shame as I confessed that to him. His frown got deeper but it didn't affect how handsome he looked. I felt stupid for thinking of that at that moment and looked away. "What did you dream of?" I turned back to face him. "Mark, my boyfriend, was in my apartment and was trying to choke me to death for leaving him." He sighed. "You are safe now."

He didn't overstep or push me, and I caught myself, in many daydreams, imagining him as my boyfriend. The only good part about being surrounded by happy, loved-up couples all day was that they were all too focused on their other half to notice Adrian and me stealing glances at each other. I couldn't help myself, especially when he looked so sexy, doing some heavy lifting. The way his hands gripped the ends of the couch made me want them to grip my hips and lift me on top of him. It was the first time that I fantasised about him, or any man, since breaking up with the dirtbag and also the only time that my mind didn't shut the illicit thoughts down, allowing me to run wild with my imagination

I made to leave, feeling embarrassed, but I halted again in horror, when she called a name that I was too familiar with. “Oh.. Dylan! More! More!” At first, I found it hard to believe, it couldn't possibly be the same Dylan. My best friend would never do that to me, she is like my sister.. and Dylan? He loves me way too much to cheat on me, he would never do that to me. “Fuck..” I heard him groan, my soul almost left my body. That is his voice! Is this a dream? I burst into the room, and behold, there he was, my boyfriend, making love to my best friend.

" no one need to say it coz your reaction says it all that you like her" " forget it man. I was only shock that he cheated in her with someone like Natalia " I shrug " suit yourself then. So, why where you asking if she has a boyfriend or not " I put my hands in my trousers pockets"The thing is...* sigh* there is this thing that has been happening to me, I know it might sound weird to you but I swear it's true" " what's that" he ask " for over four months I have been having dreams of this particular girl who I have never seen" I started

He is my boyfriend and here I am making out with a dream lover? He breaks this kiss with a hiss, his addictive weight suddenly gone and I feel the loss so strongly that I let out a gasp. My lips still tingle from his kiss. I sit up in bed, glancing around the small dorm room. It is quiet and dark. My covers are askew but nothing else is amiss. I lift my fingertips to my mouth, still feeling warmth and pressure there. Had it all been a dream? Slowly, I lie back down, forcing myself to push away the heat pooling between my legs and crave the lust-filled fantasy to return.

raw, unfiltered desires radiated off me and he turned me around, pulling me closer and lifting my dress up, I moaned again. But just as the dream reached its climax, a sudden jolt of reality pulled me from the depths of desire. I opened my eyes to find myself lying in bed, the morning sunlight filtering through the curtains, my heart pounding from the sultry dream I just had and right there beside me was my boyfriend – Nathan Gold staring at me while I had been dreaming about my ex boyfriend from my wild child past. Could he tell? Did he know I had been dreaming about the man who had in fact ruined my life?

the twenty-two-year-old moaned and the bigger boy brought his face down and sealed their lips in a kiss that sparked electric shock and their moans filled the room and outside of it drawing unwanted attention. ******** "Jason?" Lover tapped the man who stared at him without saying a word, knocking him out of his trance and bringing him back to the present. "Y-Yeah..." Jason eyed him wickedly having remembered his dream once again. This had to be the second fucking time he has seen this man in his dreams which only meant one thing. He was ready to make his dreams come true. Having no doubt in his mind that Lover would agree since they have both shared their first dream. "May I kiss you?" He r

I asked Diana but she was not firth coming and Jayson sulked all through the day. The dream I had the previous day got me really agitated. My wolf was restless all through the night after er the dream. It was a sexual dream. Very erotic. It was among the three of us, Jayson, Diana and me. We were having Diana together and she was enjoying it immensely. She kept screaming with pleasure. When I woke, my cock was still nodding and some fluid was already dripping out. I had to rush into the restroom to clean up. When I saw her at breakfast, I had to restrain myself because her beauty and the memory of the dream, added to the mate bond kept pulling me towards her and I but back a groan.

“Fuck. What the hell is happening to me?” This man called Dominic wouldn’t just leave me alone. He had been in my dream days ago as well. And now he showed up at my door as my sister’s boyfriend? I’m finished. I rolled onto the middle of the bed and closed my eyes but all I could still see was his face—smirking, smiling, teasing—and the way his lips had felt against mine. I pulled the duvet over my body as I bit down on my lips. From there, I didn’t know how sleep engulfed me.

she murmured to my lips, her breath and groin warmer than usual. A good sign. No worrying hormonal changes yet, either. Our reproductive health wasn't absolutely in the crapper yet. "Who was in your dream?" "People you shouldn't meet." "Intriguing," she whispered with a smirk. "Go on." "The Falcos." "Okay. Was your sister in the dream, too?" "No. But her boyfriend was," I muttered while gripping my wife's curvy hips, her lacy underwear rubbing against my crotch, warming me up and tempting me to put her on her back again.