Sex Dream About Boss 소설 & 이야기

He wasn't supposed to read anything more into it. I rushed into my room, yanked off the gown, and headed straight for the bathroom. The sperm on my abdomen had mostly dried by now—some must have soaked into the fabric. I turned on the shower and let the cold water pour over me. It felt incredible, the chill running down my still-hot skin. My boss had really set me on fire tonight. My boss. Boss them. What bosses do to their subjects. I still couldn't believe I'd just had mind-blowing sex with my own boss—the same man who'd barely noticed me for years.

I quickly added with a stammer, even as my thighs pressed harder together when another thought ran through me. He saw it. “Judging from the way you keep rubbing your legs together, I’d say that’s a lie and you’re indeed still affected by watching me stroke myself while thinking about you.” His eyes held mine. “And you liked it more than you should. Don’t you?” I whimpered. “I… I wasn’t trying to—” “Trying to what? Emily.” He whispered near my ear, sending another shiver through me. “Trying to get caught while you imagined your boss doing filthy things to your tight little pussy?

Roll your eyes" I can always replace lunch at dinner time. And regarding work, you know I can't leave it, how would I pay for the house? Now it's my turn to roll my eyes. This is a town where, even as a homeowner, you have to pay a monthly fee for always living here. Go town. Wow boss. The whole town is run by one person: the boss of the Russian mafia, or as many call it: The Boos. Few people have seen his face, few people know where he is, and few people know exactly what he does. I don't know what he does with all the money from the townspeople, since being so filthy rich I highly doubt he needs it. But hey, it's not like I'm going to ask. I've told you a thousand times that... "And I have

Then he drew closer and whispered in my ears, “I am going to make you call my name in different pitches, trust me.” It was at this point I jolted from my dream. I looked around the room and noticed I was at home. It really was just a dream. I put on my bedside lamp and smacked my head. Beads of sweat covered my forehead and I noticed I bunched up my bedsheets with my left palm. I quickly released it and smoothened out like I was trying to hide the fact that I now had dreams of my boss touching me in indecent ways. This was so unlike me to be sexually heightened. I never felt the desire to sleep with anyone as much as I felt for my boss. Which was why Connor and I never went past making out w

In a daze, I reach over to my phone to turn off the alarm. I finally fully wake up and feel dread at the realization that I just had a s-x dream about my new boss that I was starting work for today. Oh god, it's going to be so much harder to face him now! I'm going to have to look at him and know I had an orgasm while dreaming of him taking me in such a brutal way. I take a cold shower and dress in an outfit that has no slit and no buttons. Better safe than sorry.

I don't know how many minutes that passed when I saw myself on the floor with him hovering over me while he fvcked the hell out of me with me now a moaning mess. "I'm coming" I screamed as my release came coursing through me. And not quite long, he followed suit. "If you're going to stay there and daydream all day, just quit and go home" And angry and irritated voice forced me out of my fantasy world. It was all a dream. This is just one of the numerous times that I have fantasized about my boss. It's something I have been doing almost every day now and it made me wonder if I was sick or something.

"Don't even call that flea a handsome. Don't you know that man has many different kinds of animals? Girl, be careful you might fall for that flea!" "Am I the one who will fall or are you the one who has already fallen?" “Never! I will risk my virginity!” I just shook my head and hurried into the bathroom and hurried to take a shower. I'm late. For sure, my boss will nag me, again! Why is it that since I became the secretary of my horny boss, I wake up in the middle of the day because of a good yet wet dream? But it's okay that I'm weak, it's worth it… Even in a dream, my boss is the man I tasted. And he tasted my charm.

“Don’t tell me you projected on the boss.” I sat wearily on the table. “It’s worse than that.” She stopped typing. “What can be worse than shouting at your boss?” “Having sex with him.” She gasped, drawing the attention of the other workers. She covered her mouth, stood up, and dragged me to a corner. “This morning?” “Last night.” She frowned. “You fucked Alex Kane last night and I’m just finding out?” I scoffed. There was nothing exciting about sleeping with your boss, walking into his office, and remembering how you sat on his table and cummed on it.

Chapter Five Aria’s POV He almost kissed me. Julian Blackwell my dangerously handsome, impossibly powerful boss stood inches away, looking like sin carved into flesh, and for one terrifying, electric moment, I wanted him to. I wanted to taste that danger, let it devour me. And then the knock shattered everything. Now I’m sitting at my desk, trying to remember how to breathe like a normal human being. My skin still tingles from where his gaze roamed, and my lips feel swollen with anticipation that never got to land.

My eyes slowly took in my environment as I realized I was still in the bathtub. The water had long gone cold. My phone battery was dead so I didn’t even know the time anymore. But one thing was certain… Or so I thought… I just had a freaking sex dream. With my bosses. And I enjoyed it. What the fuck!!!