Ever Dream This Man Novels & Stories

I have to go on a business trip for a week, so I get a cat-sitter to come over and feed my cat Muffin while I'm away. But on the second day, when I check the live footage from the living room surveillance camera, I see my fiancee, Kate Swanson's childhood friend Samuel Lambert enter the password for the front door and walk into the house. Then, he throws a grape into Muffin's bowl. Samuel Lambert raises an eyebrow in the direction of the surveillance camera. "Hey, Jonathan. Muffin is a smart one, isn't it? It's not touching the grape at all." Then, as I watch in horror, he unplugs the surveillance camera. I feel my heart sink, and I immediately ask the cat-sitter to head back over and ch

Of course this is all just a figment of my imagination. “It’s all a dream silly. One that you won’t ever know about. One that I can say whatever I want to you like… I think you are sexy and I want your hands on me right now.” My eyes showing the truth behind my words. He takes a step forward but shows no intention of doing what I asked. “What makes you think this is a dream little mate?” His eyes flashing from glowing, to not glowing and then back again. Can this man just claim me in my sleep?

Not even close. What kind of fantasy world was this man living in?

THIS MAN! ************************EVE'S FORBIDDEN!!!!!! THE END

A few minutes later I blacked out. That was the first night I dreamed as the mystery man. I was lost in a desert and I was begging God for some water. The feeling of heat was intense and I watched as a hawk flew over my head, going to land on an Oasis, just ahead. I tried to run, but my body was so weak that I couldn't move anymore. Then he stopped beside me. He was mounted on a white horse and dressed in a black robe like those Arabs I saw in the movies. He reached out and pulled me onto his horse. He sat me down in front of him and started to ride towards the Oasis. I felt his body against mine, causing me maddening sensations. When we arrived at the little paradise in the middle of the de

He asked in irritation. “Come on son, we would like to know what you dreamt about. It's not a big deal. Perhaps Mr Hensworth will interpret a meaning to it.” “Spill it out Charles, we're all ears,” Mr Hensworth said in amusement. “Okay fine.” He exhaled, “But I only remember seeing a girl, and an old looking man whom he called himself Mr Lovetto.” “Mr Lovetto?” Mr Spielberg asked, his brows creased in curiosity.

The first dance of many many many. Dreams really do come true, man. ****

a deep husky voice filled my dream. I looked up and was thrilled to find the tall, muscular, blue-eyed, black-haired man was Reed. I sighed and welcomed the tingles that ran up my spine as I knelt on the ground in front of him practically daring him to do his worst. "No, of course not Master. I wouldn't dream of making fun of you," I said sarcastically and was thrilled as his eyes darkened with impatience at my tone. He had no shirt on, and his leather pants were plastered to his legs leaving nothing to the imagination. I licked my lips imagining them sliding over his cock like I knew he was going to make me do. One of his hands was on his hip the other bouncing a flogger on his shoulders.

For a moment I forgot that this man is a rapist who had raped me in my unconscious state. “Did you enjoy what you just see? Am I satisfying good looking enough?“ his deep voice startled me and I realised he is bottoming my jeans. What the fuck I’m thinking. I bite back my embarrassment squeak. For God’s shake Ella! This man has raped you. That dream has really happened.

I hurriedly apologized and offered to pay for the damages, but the man simply waved me off, as if he was in a rush. At the time, everything happened so fast that I didn't even get a good look at his face. Only now did I realize that the man was Levi.