Dreams About Old Crush Novels & Stories

My dreams gave me away. I had no idea it was happening. I’d remembered the dreams themselves, and they were wild and salacious. The kind of highly charged, erotic fantasies I hadn’t had in a long time, not since I’d married Luke. I was still very attracted to my sweet and sensual husband. But sex dreams were, I’d thought, entirely in my past.

Knight’s grey eyes or deep voice or—God, his arms. I pressed my face into my hands and groaned. What was happening to me? This wasn’t like me. I’d never had a crush on a teacher before. Never had a dream like that about anyone. Maybe I was just stressed. Maybe my brain was looking for an escape. Yeah, that had to be it. Still… I found myself glancing at the clock. If I sleep now, maybe I’ll dream of him again. And that terrified me more than I wanted to admit. Because I didn't want him.

“Brittney, I was wondering if you’d join me for a drink. There’s a place nearby.” The words felt surreal, as though I’d stepped into Someone else’s life. I couldn’t believe my boss, my high school crush, was asking me out. For a while, I just stood there, staring at him, my pulse racing in confusion. But as tempting as the idea was, I couldn’t accept. “I appreciate the offer,” I muttered, trying to steady my voice. “But I really can’t.” His brows furrowed slightly, but his face remained composed. “Can’t, or won’t?”

Gone was the reckless, impulsive eighteen-year-old I once was. I didn’t have it in me to approach her. I could only wish her happiness, even though no one would ever replace her in my heart. Life carried on. After securing a new job as a manager, I reported for my first day at the company. To my surprise, I ran into Liam. The sight of him stirred old memories. The guilt of that day in the grove lingered, and part of me was still wary of how he might feel. However, Liam greeted me with a broad smile, his tone warm and friendly.

But the other guys excitedly rushed toward him to sing along, each taking their part, making it one of the most memorable times. As the song played, they looked at the video, laughing. They all were laughing and joking around,d reminiscing. It was hard for Collin to look at the screen. He couldn’t understand why that feeling, no desire, was so strong. It happened to him out of nowhere. It wasn't like he was ready to get married to her or anything. Of course, once he put his mind on Olivia and them sleeping together in the bed during that stormy night. Several times since then, he's dreamed she was pregnant for him and was having his baby! But that was just a dream! A good one, mind you, but

“I still can’t believe he’s back. Even if it’s just for a week. I mean, what if this is it? What if he finally sees me as more than the little sister type?” Her words twist the knife. I stare at the ceiling, trying to breathe normally. The guilt is a living thing now—crawling under my ribs, squeezing my lungs. Last night replays in flashes: his mouth on my neck, my nails in his back, the way I shattered around him. And tonight, that almost-kiss in the kitchen. I can still feel the ghost of his thumb on my lip. My phone buzzes on the comforter between us. I glance down. Unknown number.

"Mutual pleasure should be the goal in any sexual encounter." "Should be. But it never is." I leaned back against the couch. "I've been having these dreams lately." "Dreams?" "Yeah. About older men." He shifted in his seat. Subtle, but I saw it. "Tell me about them," he said. This was it. This was the moment. I could back down. Make it vague. Keep it safe. Or I could push. I pushed. "They're always the same," I said slowly. "I'm somewhere professional. An office, usually. And there's this man—older, like I said. Successful. Confident. The kind of man who's used to being in control."

"I just have this dreams that would wake me up in the middle of the night and then it is difficult to sleep back." "What are those dreams about?" "It's about you, our baby and the past love that we have. It must be the memories that I have forgotten since the day I take on a new life." "That's understandable my love, I have suffered more than just dreams since the time i thought I've lost you. I love you so much I would move heaven and earth to get you back. I am so glad that we are blessed by the the Moon Goddess to get one more chance to continue our love once again."

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

Lance woke up the next day feeling weirdly happy and eager. Unlike most mornings, he could remember what he dreamed last night. It was all about Cara, the beautiful woman whom he had a secret crush on. The intensity of this crush increased by leaps and bounds the more he saw her. Today, he was feeling the need to see her again. That need you get when you've had a hurried glimpse or taste of something. Now, he was beginning to wonder if her eyes were blue or green.