Jealous Dreams Novels & Stories

Milton was overtaken by panic. He stared at my belly. "Larissa… How could you possibly know Mr. Patton Senior? Wake up! You're faking it, aren't you? This is just another one of your tricks, right?" he shouted. Even he seemed to realize how absurd he sounded, but still, he desperately tried to shake me awake. But I lay there like a corpse—eyes wide and empty while staring blankly at the ceiling. In the distance, I thought I heard the faint cries of a baby.

Instead, he continued to care for me, his presence a beacon of warmth in the darkness of my mind. Despite the gentleness, the dream did little to soothe my anger. I hated him for making me suffer so much, for the agony that came with the thought of him marrying someone else. Each time the image of him and Madeline together surfaced, the fire in my heart burned hotter, fueled by jealousy and heartbreak. The dream felt like an eternity, each moment stretching into the next. I wanted to wake up, to escape the conflicting emotions that tore at my soul. But I was trapped in that surreal space, caught between the reality of my pain and the illusory comfort of Alfred's care.

I awoke in bed alone, still naked and wondering if yesterday really happened? Or did I just dream that my girlfriend and her 19 year old daughter seduced me? Wracked with guilt, I sat up, trying to decide if it was real or a fantasy. Did I really screw my soon to be step daughter? Was I some kind of a perverted monster? Did I really cum inside her? Did I really enjoy it? Or had I just been dreaming about that too? Did my girlfriend really let me do all this? Did she really get off on it? God was she still going to marry me? What had I done?

“If I knew, I would fix it. I can’t stop getting enough blood. I feel like a bus ran over me. Literally, I feel like I was hit by a bus. Those dreams were so real, so powerful, and I can’t shake them, Alex. I never, ever, have had anything feel like this before. I woke up a pool of sweat and took a shower once already. I feel like a wreck, and all I can do is think about Amber.” “Wow, Dom, that is crazy. I didn’t realize that. I don’t think I have ever heard you say anything about dreaming before.” “No, I hadn’t. I had this vision, which sucked a lot of energy from me. I then fell asleep, which just became a trap. I was stuck in a wonderfully, erotic, real, intense, and I don’t have the word

Tears fell, one after another, splattering silently onto the floor. That night stretched on endlessly as I wandered the streets, searching for an open pharmacy. By the time I considered going to the hospital, rain had started pouring down, drenching me and washing away every last illusion. I finally stumbled home, soaked and defeated, a painful clarity settling over me. It was that night I realized our seven-year marriage had been nothing more than a mirage. But even now, in death, I hadn't found peace. Just when I thought I'd be a wandering soul forever, my friend Yuna sensed something was off.

I gritted my teeth in annoyance. "No! It can't be. I'm not in love with him and I'm not jealous either! He's not the one for me," I grumbled, thinking I was in love and jealous with him because I was feeling hurt without the reasons why as he said that he didn't feel the same way to me just like what he felt to the woman who appeared on his dream years ago. I don't like him! What I have read on the internet wasn't true. It's not accurate and it can't be trusted. All the things posted on the internet aren't reliable. I didn't open my laptop again, even though it's already full charge. I shouldn't read that nonsense thing again. ***

Others agreed. “I wish he would take me with him! I wouldn't mind one night with him!” What the!? I felt ridiculed. Why is everyone so eager to warm his bed!? As if you didn't have a wet dream yourself? My subconscious mind taunted me, making me roll my eyes. Their words stirred a feeling of jealousy in my heart, and I rolled my eyes. Seriously? Why am I being jealous? “Is he here to find a mate?” “I wonder who that would be?”

“Maybe I was jealous. You were in my bed, wearing my clothes, yet you were thinking of another man. It was a little depressing to hear that.” “You were jealous?” she asked. I shrugged. A smile sprung to her lips. Stretching her hand to me, she glared when I refused to take it. Once I did, her arms closed around my waist, and she tipped her head back. “I was having a weird dream. Waylen turned into a wolf, and I panicked. I thought he would hurt me, but he actually didn’t.” “What did he do?” I asked. She tried to wiggle out of my grasp, but I wasn’t having it. Her arousal hinted at the type of dream. “You need to learn to talk to your mate.”

It was just always this thought at the back of my head if she was coming. Like something to tick off my to do list. Then the satisfaction of getting a job done. The orgasms were barely memorable to me so I never even counted them. It was just like a meeting running a little later than panned. But for the past weeks, I’d woken up with my cock throbbing after having dreams of Jade. Each one, more descriptive and dirtier than the last. I’d already told myself, when I get her back.

Imagine my surprise when I returned, and it was gone. I sat back and watched this oddly beautiful girl speaking to this man and I felt a surge of jealousy in my gut. I recognized this girl from my dreams, which was the strangest part of all of all of this. I had observed her in my dreams on plenty of occasions. I was glued to the ground though, unable to emerge from the shadows that the dream kept me hidden behind. I recognized the other man as well. He was one of the four that pleased and teased her right in front of me. I don’t remember feeling any type of jealousy towards any of them though. I was the observer; I was fascinated by what I was witnessing.