Dreaming Of Boyfriend Novels & Stories

“It bothers me knowing that somebody out there is getting high off my Brittany’s remains.” Amber’s spine tingled after her boyfriend said that. She was still caressing her boyfriend’s face while resting her ear against his chest. While laying there listening to her boyfriend’s heartbeat, Amber fantasized about being married. It was a fantasy that Amber would have after she and Carlos would have sex. Amber knew Carlos would never marry her, but it didn’t hurt to fantasize about it.

"Why can't I feel this pull you talk about?" I actually feel a little guilty when he physically flinches at my words. "I mean I still feel very attracted to you... I mean not very attracted." I cross my arms across my chest and look away from where Erik is watching me ramble with a curious look on his face. "I just meant, why haven't I felt this... longing for you my entire life like you say you've felt for me? And if I was fated to be with you, why was I dreaming about that other boy?"

he said, still looking worried. I lowered my gaze, trying to avoid eye contact, but he lifted my chin and asked again. “I’m fine,” i said with a soft voice “It was just a dream.” He still didn’t look convinced. He had no choice, than to believe me.

“Who is this?” “Just my secretary,” Dream said, that smirk still in place. Then he added, “But also, something more.” My brain short-circuited. Something more?! Before I could even process what was happening, Dream stood up. His tall frame seemed even more intimidating up close. He walked toward me, took the folder from my hands, and said calmly, “Secretary Rivera is my boyfriend.” The room went completely silent. Boyfriend?! I choked. “Excuse me?!”

My mate is horny. Normally that’s one perk of the mating bond, I enjoy and fully open myself up to. Every night, I dream of her, my dreams being the only place I’ll allow myself to have my mate. In my dreams I fuck her, I hold her, and make love to her. My dreams are the only place we can be together. Most mornings, I wake up either hard or with cum soaked sheets.

I want to go, but I can’t promise anything, so I don’t reply in either negative or affirmative. I have missed him while he was away, but being around Raff makes me wish he didn’t have a girlfriend and then there is that adorable Japanese person who I am not sure is even real, yet shows up in my dreams. I have dreamt of them more and more vividly and now know that they have cute little breasts with pierced nipples that make me wet just thinking about them and a beautiful cock that is deceptively large for someone so petite. My visions showed them tied and fucked by a sexy man with dreadlocks in several dreams and I wake up hot and bothered. I am still dreaming about Aiden as well, but now the

Whoever that guy is, he is one lucky bastard—getting to enjoy this perfect ass all the time, I thought. Then I realized her boyfriend was probably the guy I had seen walking out of the room minutes earlier, and that he might come looking for his girlfriend. That could not possibly end well if he found us like this. I picked up the pace and let myself go, pounding her sweet back door fast and deep. In just a couple of minutes I felt my orgasm rapidly approaching, but this dream girl actually beat me to the punch, so to speak. "Oh God, I'm coming!" she cried out.

I laughed, sheepish, weak. “What?” He lifted a shoulder. “Unless…” His smirk deepened. “…you’re saying he’s your boyfriend.” The word boyfriend cracked between us. My stomach dipped, my brain went static. And the worst part? I didn’t hate the way he said it. I’ve always dreamt of being Caspian’s girlfriend. Even more? His wife. His last name stapled to mine, me in his hoodie at 2 a.m, him in my bed at 2:05.

“I don’t even remember the person I dreamed about, his face was unclear. I think it was just a side effect of the romantic novel I’ve been reading lately.” My eyes darted quickly between his eyes and his chest. In my dream, he had a hard, muscular chest with a tempting six-pack. Was he like that in real life? And would he ever show it to me? "Hello? Alexis?" Blake waved his hand in front of my face, pulling me out of my little fantasy world, where I was thinking rather daring thoughts about him. I think Ariana is right. I need to find a boyfriend and have sex soon, or I'll really start to lose my mind and jeopardize my secrets. And that's the last thing I need right now.

I told her about how my day went and informed her that I will attend the class tomorrow. But that night, I dreamed again about that handsome boy. But this time I could only see his eyes. They were blue. They sparkled like diamonds. His grip on my waist was tight. He seems possessive of me which sends shivers. "Oh my god. Did I have a wet dream?" I woke up shivering. The dream seemed too real. Am I going to find my prince charming here?. Is that the reason why God is always showing me these kinds of exotic dreams?. Soon I will find out.