Dreams Of Getting Cheated On の小説・ストーリー

“Why do I keep having these dreams?” “I don’t know, love,” Devin says, pushing my hair away from my face. “You’re almost 21. You should be dreaming about your mate. I don’t know why you are dreaming about Charlie and Zak when they are mated to each other.” Tears gather in my eyes and silently slide down my cheeks. “Why is the Moon Goddess tormenting me? I’m trying to accept that my two best friends are each other’s mates. That the two people that I’ve been in love with for years are out of my reach forever. But I can’t move on if all I think about is them! I have to work with them everyday. I see them everywhere, even in my fucking dreams!”

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.

"Okay, I know that's hard to imagine, but just pretend you do, okay?" "Are you asking me a question or insulting me?" "Asking. I just can't picture you having a girlfriend." Didn't want to, to be exact. Ugh. The thought of some beautiful blonde woman in a tight outfit wrapping her arms around Kevin's shoulders irritated her. "This is just a what-if scenario, right?" Hannah nodded. "Let's say you have a girlfriend. What kind of situation would make you want her to cheat on you?" "Why would I want my girlfriend to cheat on me?"

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?

He said that he missed me terribly. He dreamed of me every night, including how I had given up my dream for his sake. He dreamed of the vows he had made at our wedding. He dreamed of me staying up alone all night just to wait for him to return. He dreamed of how hysterical I would get every time he cheated on me. He was tearful as he spoke. It looked like he was hoping to get some kind of comfort from me. However, I looked at him coldly and found him ridiculous.

In just a few days of us dating, I felt used. Maybe my mother was right. I shouldn't have allowed him inside my life. He is nothing but a cheat. I can't help him but I love him. I love him so much. The more I want to stop thinking of him. Memories of him flooded my head. I can't stop thinking about him. Sometimes, I do have wild thoughts about him. I am even scared of having wet dreams with him. Wild dreams.

I'd been in love with Jaris every single day for the past five years. I watched his lives grow inside me. I spent everyday wishing and hoping he'd find me. He never did. "Yes," I whimpered. "I still do. But he doesn't love me anymore. He keeps hurting me." Nivia nodded, scribbling down in her book. "And now," I sniffled. "I keep having these dreams of him. They wouldn't stop. I don't even know what to do anymore." "What kind of dreams?" I nervously Fiddled with my fingers. "S—Sex dreams."

It was finally time for bed and my suspicion was unnerving and it was making me restless. I needed answers. After a few unsuccessful attempts at my putting my thoughts to rest, I finally accept defeat ands decide to take another sleeping pill. I don’t want to believe that my husband is cheating on and harboring a mistress. I don’t want to believe that he could truly betray me like that, but I could feel it deep in soul. Something’s not right.

I glare at the pathetic loser peacefully sleeping. This cheating scum! He's married? I would have never guessed from the way he presented himself. I love sleeping around, sex is so much fun. But I absolutely despise cheaters. I think it's logical for me to only want to sleep with single people. I even asked him and he said that he was single. Now I feel bad for his spouse. It's not fun being cheated on. And that's a fact. He definitely needs to learn a lesson. Who knows how many times he has been unfaithful to this poor woman?

I had been completely played! Why? Why would she do this to me? Reflecting on our year of marriage, I had done everything I could to care for Donna, fearing that I'd ever let her down. Yet, she still chose to cheat on me with another guy! Or rather, two! My chest heaved with rage, and it felt like I was about to explode. "Shameless Donna!" I muttered under my breath, hailing a taxi to follow that car. As the scenery outside changed, my expression darkened even more.