Dreams Of Getting Cheated On Novels & Stories

“It was a dream that I don’t want to happen in reality.” “Ah, this is a sad dream. Look, whatever happened in that dream it will never happen okay? It’s just a dream. It doesn’t mean anything.” I nodded, “Will you ever cheat on me someday?” I asked out of the blue as I lowered my head and felt sad with the thought of it. “I don’t have any intentions or plans at all. It didn’t even come to my mind a single bit because I don’t think I could do that to you.” He responds and his sweet soft voice makes me feel much loved.

This betrayal would haunt me for life, henceforth. “Don’t think about it anymore, Jessica,” I said to my reflection, “It’s just a dream. Nothing is real. Move on.” *** The whole night, the dream bothered me a lot. I twisted and turned in my bed. Zane had arrived quite late and I had to pretend to be sleeping just so that I did not have to face him. I was already too embarrassed and unable to stay composed. My Zane was so caring. He had approached me, pecked my forehead and lips before going for a bath. Little did he know that I had cheated on him with Adrian in the dream.

Secret Female (POV) ‘Dream’ I woke with a start. It happened again. For the past two months, I have been dreaming of a handsome man with dark reddish-brown hair with reddish-brown eyes with a very sexy smile. I don’t know why it began or why I am dreaming of him when I have already had a boyfriend for the last four years. After all, Benjamin is a good man. So why am I dreaming of another man? One who seems to give me mind-blowing sex each night. In dreams no less. How is it I feel satisfied from having an orgasm in sleep? I sigh a deep sigh and curl up next to the man next to me and try to fall back to sleep. In a weird way, I am hoping for another dream. I mean sex with Ben is good and all

Another passionate kiss was exchanged as Kris lifted the dress, lowered to one knee, and slipped underneath. A quick gasp erruped and.... Beep. Beep. Beep. The alarm sounded, waking Elena from her dream. Panting for air, she looked around frantically, legs splayed under the sheets. No one was there. The room was dark and empty, but the smell of sex still lingered in her nostrils. She grabbed the nearest pillow and screamed in it, frustration and longing releasing itself from her chest.

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.

“You’re right. It only happens one in a million. Are you sexually satisfied?” I glared at her. “What kind of question is that? Of course, I am. I don’t think that’s the case. Before Ryden and I were together, I could answer your question with no. Right now, these dreams start to make me feel bad about my relationship. What’s wrong with me? Who’s sick psycho would do such a thing to me?” “For a powerful woman, you seem helpless with dreams. You need protection. Sometimes, a powerful being can visit you in your dream or make it look like you are dreaming, but it happens in real life. Even an ordinary being who knows how to cast a dream spell can do that to you.”

I went to the room with different thoughts swimming around my head, picking my phone I decided to G****e search what the problem was. During my exploration, I came across a website that suggested that my partner was cheating. I refused to believe and checked three other websites. The results were similar. Why would Ace cheat on me? We had sex yesterday and we were completely fine what happened? Perhaps it was something I did during our time together. I stood up and laughed. "I can't believe I actually thought this was real" I said to myself.

“I called to ask if you want me to go through with this marriage or not! I’m getting married tomorrow, Isla. Just say the damn word and I’ll call it off.” I blinked. Oh? I glanced down at my screen. Auto-recording: on. Good. This would make a nice addition to my little collection of chaos. “No,” I said breezily. “Not interested.” “You were in love with me. How the hell did you just stop?” I chuckled. “Guess I never was. You were a rebound. And honestly? I was just pissed you cheated first. That’s all.” He growled on the other end. “What the fuck does that mean? You think any man would want you now that I’ve fucked you and you had a baby for me?!”

I start to feel the familiar tug of sexual awareness, but then I remember that he cheated on me, and all my feelings die a natural death. “I had a bad dream, that’s all.” I respond flatly, my mood taking a nosedive. Adrian cocks his head as he decides whether to believe me or not. “What was it about?” “The accident.” I murmur in response as I avert my eyes to the heavy black drapes hiding the sunlight. Adrian grunts in response as he rises from the bed, not acknowledging me beyond that. Once he’s out of the room, a huge sigh of relief escapes my lips.

After I passed my probation at work, I would always get home late. Winona would always be asleep by the time I arrived home. As I admired her serene sleeping face, my heart softened. I gently got into bed, careful not to wake her. Just then, her phone buzzed. The message lit up the screen before my eyes. 'Tomorrow night at nine. Room 8102 at Pinnacle Hotel. I'll be waiting for you, babe.' It was a blatant invitation to meet in a hotel room. No matter how much I tried to bury my head in the sand, I knew that this was clear evidence she was cheating on me.