Novel & Cerita Sex Dream About Boss

So there I was, fucking my celebrity crush aka my CEO, but instead of enjoying the moment, I was terrified beyond measure at being caught red handed on camera. I woke up in a sweat - more from the terror than arousal. It took a few seconds to realize that no, I wasn't at the back of The Daze, ruining my life. I tip back the glass of water in my hand, then place it back on the sink. I honestly can't remember the last time I had a sex dream. Then out of nowhere, I'm dreaming about my CEO. I scoff.

I have decided to enjoy life the way it is, I no longer want to control anything in my life because the more I try to control situations around me, the more I feel my situation with my boss becomes difficult. I am having sleepless nights. I think about him day and night, I will say that he has taken over all my thoughts because it seems I no longer think about anything else but him and it is sometimes annoying, I find it irritating yet I enjoy doing f****** him in my dreams. The daydreams, which I know will never happen. I wonder how his lips feel like when kissing him, I wonder how it will feel like when he is inside of me, I wish he is not the brother of my friend and I wish he is not my b

“Seriously, maybe your answer did impress him. Having sex with you doesn't mean he will hire you as a secretary. A secretary is a serious job, Kayla. He wouldn't hire you just because you have sex with him and he remembers you.” I slowly nodded. Well, that was true. Maybe he did remember me but he wouldn't hire me if it was just because we have sex. He has a great reputation and he doesn't want that to be ruined by a mere secretary. Now that I think of it, I started to feel nervous. What kind of boss is Brandon? Is he strict or an easy-going boss? I slightly bit my lower lip and imagined what would happen if we were inside his office, alone. Oh my…

And she called it the perks of sleeping with her boss. “You’re so serious. What’s wrong with you? And what’s with that frown?” she said, then slapped my forehead lightly. “Ow!” I rubbed the spot and shot her a glare. “Stop that. And I’m busy. I’m still trying to memorize everything I need to know, so get out of my face and let me work.” “So cranky,” she teased, poking my armpit. “Why? Haven’t been getting laid lately?” “I can live without… sex,” I muttered, lowering my voice on the last word and glancing around. “And that’s none of your business anymore, Manager Betty. Your job is eleven floors up," I added, referring to our boss.

And yet I felt like I was the only one who noticed that Jeremy was not the harmless sheep we all thought he was. I had a hundred questions, but only one mattered. “What does your boss want from me?” He smiled then. Not kindly. “Didn’t you say you would eat shit if it paid?” he asked lightly. “Well, you will eat whatever he dishes out. The difference is that my boss is not disgusting like those potty party bastards. He prefers sexual pleasure, however extreme. Don’t worry, though. You will not die.” He winked, like that was supposed to help.

I was dating my boss online. Meeting in person? That was never going to happen. He didn't even know his online girlfriend was one of his employees... Lately, my boss had been in a bad mood. Everyone could feel it, so everyone had been extra careful. Even the usual breaks had been cut short. The boss had been working crazy hours, and no one dared leave before him. So, our workdays had stretched to 11 PM or 12 AM, and I was starting to get dark circles under my eyes. My skin had been looking worse, too.

my boss bellowed out clearly annoyed. As soon as the door to the office closed and they were gone my pulse quickened. I was alone with my boss once again. The thought that he may have drawn me and dreamt of me was stuck in my mind. I knew it was impossible but just imagine if he did, I would probably have something to smile about at work for once. If someone that hot thought of me then I would die happy right now. "Please ignore everything they said, especially about that drawing. They mixed you up with someone else and blabbed about something impossible." my boss declared visibly frustrated at having to explain himself.

I guess he was right about taking this slow. "Why does this feel like an illicit affair between a married boss and secretary in the office's bathroom?" "The sexiest secretary to ever exist" "Narcissist much? In case you didn't notice, I'm the boss in this scenario" "I still stand by my words" I snort "I'm hungry" "What do you want?" "Anything will do" Spinning me around, he kisses me deeply before saying "I'll see what I can whip up"

Alexander Pov I have become so addicted to her pussy for a while as it is so tight anytime I enter her pussy in her place, club mostly in the office. The thought that it is against the company policy for employees to have sexual encounters with their boss is what marvel me but who is the boss? I'm the boss and also the director of the company after my Dad handed it over to me before his death, whereas she shows her worth and the need for her time to the company, unlike the secretary who is so reluctant about her time in the office.

Speaking of, I could feel his glare scorching me from up the bed. Shouldn’t this be the other way around? “What the fuck?” My boss snarled, gripping the comforter to his chest as if he was the one who was groped all night. “Did something happen between us?” I was busy entangling myself from the sheets and rubbing the pain from my muscles as I was woken up like some random whore he picked up from the bar. “This is a fucking nightmare,” he groaned. I glared at him. His snores definitely said otherwise.