Dreaming Of Boyfriend นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Loving my boyfriend's best friend was one of the greatest feelings I had always wanted to get rid of. Harry never looked at me the way Shawn did but as a sister and a friend. So I decided to stick to that but every time I look at him, I'm unable to control these strange feelings I have for him. I know it's wrong to have these feelings for him but honestly, he was the first boy I would ever love. Shawn was second. I thought Harry leaving for England will help matters but now he's back and I know the worst is bound to happen.

Luxiana Sommeris “Relax, it was just a dream.” Damien chuckled softly, his warm fingers brushing against my cheek soothingly. “Even you can still have dreams that feel so real.” I hesitated momentarily, biting my lower lip before whispering, “Is that so? Because in that dream, you were my boyfriend, and we were having the time of our lives. Grandma was there too.” His expression shifted, a flicker of understanding passing through his eyes. “That must have been difficult for you,” he murmured, his voice gentle yet firm.

“You were crying while asleep as if something happened to you, Athena. What did you dream about?” I bit my bottom lips when I heard those words from Ares. I am already calmed, that's why he started asking me about it. And while waiting for my response, I just felt his presence, his care, and his worries by wiping my tears away. Ares is my boyfriend now and we promised to each other that we will be open about everything that happened to us. I know he deserves to know about my nightmare. My nightmare about Alpha Alexander. “Alpha Alexander showed up to my dream, Ares. I was so scared because he wanted to hurt me. He… He wanted to do the thing that he did to me before he died. I thought it's tr

It means you still don't want me. I scoffed, pretending to laugh it off, "I have a boyfriend." "Who cheated on you," he remarked. "That's not a proven fact yet, I made an assumption." I argued. My eyes darted to his lips, I'm plagued by dreams, dreams of being in his arms that felt so real. Yesterday I couldn't resist, I had hoped he would put it inside me. Lying there's feeling that muscle hard, erect pressed against my back. If not for exhaustion God knows what I would have done.

We went from ogling ourselves in the classroom to dating, and the way he had said it so casually—like it was something destined to be. “You’re the best boyfriend ever” I said, the feelings I had for him beginning to spill over as my eyes dropped to his lips. “I just have one more duty left” he said with a sly smile and I could almost tell what he was thinking. “And what would that be?” I asked, almost sure what the answer was going to be. “Making you forget your nightmare” he answered, his voice low as he laid me on the bed before lying on top of me and using his elbow to hold up his weight, “How do you see that?”

"Mmm, that was wonderful." I twisted in his arms to kiss him, feeling so happy. He had spurted so much cum in me, and he was still hard. I wanted more of him. So much more. Our tongues danced with wild joy as I twisted over onto my back. His cock slid out of me, but that was okay. He'd be back in me soon. This was such a wonderful night. I didn't know how we had the same dream, but I didn't care as his hands squeezed my big boobs. I would be Carters forever and ever. He was my boyfriend. My ogre. And I was his elven princess.

A loud groan leaves my lips before I reach the alarm’s off button; shit, I'm so wet. I understand dreaming of Adrian fucking me; the first few weeks without him were hard, plus my sex knows his shape, but why the hell am I dreaming of Dominic? A sigh escapes me before I press the button meant to draw the blinds on the remote next to the alarm clock. The morning sun is blinding, but I like the burn—don’t I deserve it? I mean…how the hell can I dream about getting railed by two men who are both in relationships—is it a type? Is unavailable my type?

I dreamed about an alternative reality where Ziah and I were a real couple, where we wouldn't have to sleep in different bedrooms, where I wouldn't be jealous to see him with Vespa or be in a relationship with George, whom I didn't even love. Thinking about all these things made my throat tighten, and I was sad. I chastised myself for daydreaming and knew that I had to be living in my reality. His grey eyes were so enchanting, clinging to me and analyzing my reaction. It was going to be mission impossible to stay by his side without touching him. "Do you mind rubbing my back, please?" he said, and I lay on my side gently. His hands slipped off my back and began rubbing them in circles while

I let out my feeling showing her how terrible my condition was without her. "I missed you too." "Yet, you refused to wake up." I talked like a sulking boy. "Because I have a nice dream, it was so good and it makes me don't want to leave it behind." I narrowed my eyes, "what kind of dream that stole my girlfriend's attention, huh? Who is in your dream?" "Carlos Gonzales." She got me there. I laughed at her answer, my hand immediately find her cheek and pinched it, "naughty girl, don't you think the reality is better than the dream?"

"No, please! I beg you. I need to go. I need to see him. He's waiting for me." Before she screams out the hell of it. Camilla opens her eyes for someone is waking her up. "Camilla! you are dreaming again." It was her boyfriend, Brad. Camilla gently closes her eyes and sighs. She keeps on dreaming about that scene and Brad is used to it already but sometimes, he is getting mad because she was waking him up every time she is dreaming about it.