Sex Dream About Boss Novels & Stories

I gathered my phone and googled, "what does it mean when you have sex with your boss in your dreams?" The results I got calmed my nerves immediately. Before you go thinking that you may subconsciously be secretly sexually attracted to your boss, realize that a sex dream about your boss has more to do with how you view yourself. It's a dream about your own emerging power, professional abilities and leadership skills. When you have a sex dream about your boss

“I’m fine.” She studied me for a moment. “You looked sad.” I bent my head as if that would help me understand what she said. “Did I?” She nodded slowly, “I had this weird dream. In it, you were really sad and it looked like I was the reason you were sad.” Before I could say anything, she laughed awkwardly. “Forget it, It was probably just a dream.” She said as she scratched the back of her neck. “I mean, why would my boss be sad over me?”

~ Hailey Park ~ I wake up with three problems: My boss, Ethan Jang, is a K-drama freak. My boss, Ethan Jang, is jealous of anything with a pulse. My boss, Ethan Jang… almost kissed me yesterday. Three times. The office should give me hazard pay. For emotional trauma. I walk into work praying—BEGGING—that today will be normal. Peaceful. Quiet. A day without heart palpitations, near-kisses, or his weird CEO-wants-to-sit-closer-to-me-all-the-time energy.

Maybe I shouldn’t be worrying about my reaction when I see my boss tomorrow, I should be more worried about his reaction when he finds out I’m now working for him. “Will I lose my job on my first day at work?” I thought in my heart. With that thought in my head, I fell asleep and had beautiful dreams of having an office romance with my boss, Felix Yeats. It was such a long night, I can’t recall the last time I’d soiled my panties in my sleep.

She stumbled through the hallway, past cubicles and confused coworkers, until she spotted the supply closet at the end of the hall. She shoved the door open and slipped inside, slamming it shut behind her. She twisted the lock with her shaking fingers. She pressed her back against the wall, gasping for air. Her hands trembled violently. Her mind replayed the image again and again, Lucien’s fangs, sharp and inhuman, glinting under his office lights as he held that lady’s neck like prey. Her heart was beating so hard she thought it might burst through her ribs. Fangs. She’d seen fangs. Real ones. On her boss.

I blinked rapidly, reading quickly from the paper and back at them. “You'll…” “It's simple, Rebecca. You will be our sex slave. It's not stated there because the paper could get into wrong hands” my boss cut in, calmly. I looked to his wife, her tongue wetting her bottom lip as she looked at me intensely making me swallow hard, my eyes widening before glancing to back at my boss. This wasn't a joke… right? I had forgotten how to breath. ‘A sex slave?’ ‘These things were real?’ My thoughts must have reflected on my face because my boss cleared his throat, throwing his head back to look at his wife who nodded at him in silent communication.

and try to process what just happened. Damien Cross is my boss. The man I spent the weekend fucking is the CEO of the company I work for. And tonight, I'm going back to his penthouse. Because despite everything—the insanity, the complications, the utter impossibility of this situation—I can't stay away.

My boss is slowly getting into my head and I find it interesting as much as I find it scary. Soft arms wrapped around my tiny waist strapping me out of my day time fantasy, soft kisses at my nape followed and I felt soft tits pressing my back. I went back to heaven and came back in split seconds. I grabbed sandra from behind and placed her on the kitchen counter. I feasted on her face, studying every sleep marks and every spot on it. I stared long enough before the face before me changed to my boss's. He kissed me. First was a slow kiss that sent waves of excitement through my spine, followed by hungry kisses. I grabbed him harder as I savour the juices off his lips like a staving man.

I stare into his soul, my lips parts as I gasp with each thrust. With a gripping feeling, both of us reach orgasm at the same time. His dick is pulsating in me as I feel his warm load being poured into me. Once he is done, he stands up, pull out his dick and puts it back in his pants. That's when reality falls on me with a chill. I've just had sex with my boss. “How fertile are you?” He asked me. “What?” “Are you deaf, Miss Wayne? What's your monthly circle like?” He buckles back his belt.