Dreams About Old Crush Novels & Stories

Garcia Flashback “Did you just say dream?” I blinked up at the breathtaking man looming over me, my heart skipping a beat. God, he was beautiful, like something carved out of my fantasies. I nodded slowly, a lazy smile tugging at my lips. "Yes, dream. You’re the man of my dreams. Though, I gotta admit, I didn’t expect you to be this….older. You’re hot, don’t get me wrong, but I didn’t think I was into older men. Are all older men as hot as you, by the way?” I ran my mouth without thinking.

It's normal to have wet dreams about the man I have a massive crush on. Getting a good dick would probably help, so it's not too big a deal. But it doesn't erase the ache in my chest. That tight feeling like I'm choking on... on what? Maybe I'm choking on my own embarrassment and shame. To have such a dream about another team's player? Especially one I'm not even supposed to be thinking about? The guy has made it clear that the only time our skin is going to be touching, is when he finally gives in to the urge to bash my nose in.

“Hnngh!!!” He knew what I was doing and was even more determined. That’s how badly he wants to fuck me. Nothing’s changed. He’s still that perverted loose dick—. “Every night,” he sputtered, his throat gasping for that grip to hang onto the cliff, “I dream of you… sometimes, you were in that yellow sundress… and we were on that roller coaster—.” Stop. “Sometimes,” he drew in a deep breath and croaked, “ you were covered in blood… and no matter how hard I tried… I could never, ever reach you—.”

“He walked me back from the cafeteria after dinner, and for some reason, right before he left, he blurted out that he’s been dreaming about me. For a long time. Like… years. Since before he even met me.” I watched Brice’s eyebrows shoot up and his mouth drop open. He was clearly just as shocked to hear this revelation as I had been when Liam had told me. Well, maybe not quite as shocked, but close to it. “Dreams about you?” Brice asked, once he had control of his mouth again. I nodded. Then, he got a mischievous twinkle in his eye and asked, “What kind of dreams?”

He said something flirty when I walked past and I think I grunted. That night, I dreamt about Justin again. It was messy and hot. The kind of dream you don’t wake up from slowly—you jolt. I’d grown up hearing that sex in dreams was a bad omen, but honestly? If my subconscious was getting more action than I was, I wasn’t going to start complaining now.

Not after the way he called me his over and over again as he drove into me. I bury my head in the pillow, my sex clenching at the memories. Even if one day he gets tired of me and decides to be with someone else, I will forever cherish these memories. I wish I could brag about it to Elena but it will only fuel the crush she has on him. But if I matchmake her with Sal and they hit it off, wouldn't that be awesome? He's actually good looking and like Dante, he works out regularly. I'm in the middle of planning a double date when my phone rings.

I see Richie every day why the hell do I still dream about him? I am not supposed to be having those types of dreams. Yes, I haven’t had sex in some time but that doesn’t mean I will end up having dreams about it, and even if I do, why Richie? The worst part about all this is that the last time I had a dream like this, it wasn’t as sexual. It was just plain, romantic dreams and It annoys the hell out of me. I can try and understand the sex dream but why romance?

I'm talking about sleeping with men triple my age. I've tried to deal with my issues but every person I've ever been with has never allowed me to deal with it. They all just tell me to hush and that everything will be ok. I'll let you in on a little secret about men, they love damaged women. Not because they can fix us, but because we end up depending on them and making them our heroes and men love that. I'm lying in my bathroom, just after my shift at the club and looking down at my hands and arms. They were scarless- I didn't have any cuts on them because I never had the guts to cut myself but I had the guts to do much worse.

Over the past few weeks, he has consumed my thoughts. This is what they call a happy crush, I suppose. It's when you're happy just seeing someone, even if you're not together or there's no official relationship between the two of you. "Sigh, ever since I got drunk, I rarely see him in my dreams. It's probably just a result of stress, and my unconscious mind creates him." I closed my eyes, allowing my mind to rest because I wanted to go to work tomorrow to see Gadreel. "You seem happy now?" I sat up in bed and noticed darkness enveloping my surroundings, with only a red light above me illuminating the entire room.

Hope exclaimed, finally pulling me out of my thoughts. “Yayyyy!!!” I let out too, trying to hide my nervousness. What if he’s the one? What if my mystery man is actually Hope’s dad? What do I do then? Those are the thoughts that fought in my head. A part of me wished he wasn’t the one because how would I tell my best friend that her dad is my crush? The same man that appears in my steamy dreams. But then, the other part of me really wishes he’s the one. I just want to see him again and be with him. Even if it’s just once, I want him inside of me. I want to moan hard to his touch and scream his name till I lose my voice.