The Man In My Dreams Novels & Stories

Surely I must either be in heaven or dreaming. The man is not wearing any shirt on his body and so I had the pleasure of staring at his fit body. He had eight packs and his muscles are stiff. It has always been one of my fantasies to be with a hulk man. And now that I am having this amazing dream, I will enjoy it. I pressed my face deeper into his chest and inhaled his scent. He smelled masculine, like a coffee. The sleeping man who had his hand wrapped around me held me tighter.

Even through his suit, it couldn't be hidden that he was a muscular man. And just look below his waist, even a fool would agree that he must be well-endowed down south. Heaven knows the number of times I've had inappropriate dreams about this man. Dreams of him positioned between my legs, pinning my wrists above my head to the mattress and fucking me like I stole his family heirloom and threw it in the ocean. I would wake up feeling already wet. The times I've masturbated in my bed or in the bath tub, desperately calling his name, wishing he'd appear in such moment to fuck me senseless... can't even been counted on my ten fingers and ten toes.

, Andrea sobbed. “You saw what?”, he said while sipping his coffee “I saw… horrible... acc…accident... at your work-k….”, tears started to fall in Andrea’s eyes. Her mother wiped it out. “Dear, it’s just a dream. It won’t happen”, Mrs. Key told Andrea while wiping her daughter’s tears. “I know you won’t believe me but the-there are times th-that my dreams happened in re-real l-life”, Andrea said while sobbing.

Book 1 “Fuck me hard,” Cal’s voice could be heard from inside room 901, the sound muffled by the thick wood but sharp enough to pierce the quiet of the luxury hallway. “Yeah,” he moaned as Julian stroked him deep, his voice dropped low with a pleasure he had never once shared with the girl waiting for him at home. This was the dream Cal had built his entire life around. Julian Voss had been his crush for decades, an obsession that went far beyond mere admiration. From stalking him through society pages to learning his favorite high-end bar, Cal had calculated every move.

Your dream can also be used as a gateway for very powerful dreamers who wants to enter this realm. ………………………………………. Let’s get back to my sister’s husband. I went in search of him to have a hearty discussion, at least he should know a thing or two that I don’t know, maybe he might even know of a way to go back and forth to the dream world. I saw him seating on a chair all alone, I wasn’t sure what he was doing, that ignorance almost cost me everything. I went ahead and called his name but I didn’t get any reply so I went further, that was when I discovered he was saying something in a weird language, a language I later discovered that it was the dream language.

Was this a dream? “What is it, Gemma? What are thinking about?” “Am I dreaming, Declan?” “Oh, my sweet wife… You’re not.” “Are you sure?” As a reply, he took Gemma in his arms, pulled her against him, and trapped her mouth with his. Declan’s lips opened over hers in an erotic, thorough, mind-stealing kiss. And just like that, all thoughts vanished. “Darling…” he whispered against her mouth. “We’re here… I've waited so long for you… I imagined this moment over and over again… But reality beats my imagination.”

The men cheered him once again, he seemed to be a well known person in the tavern, probably because of the way money is highly spent whenever he's around. When his order arrived, he didn't waste anytime to gulp down a reasonable amount of the content in the Tankard. He slammed the Tankard hard of the table when he was done and belched loudly. "So Lucas was speaking of the wretched Ex wife of mine" he started raggedly. "Was I the one who asked the Lady to kill her so called precious heart with envy and jealousy? I have the right to celebrate all I care, in fact... Waiter!!!" The bartender came rushed in and Mr. mateo waved his fingers carelessly at him... "Ask the men what they want, serve th

BACK TO PRESENT Emmanuella finally left me to my own peace and once she left I decided to see if I could get a well deserving rest before someone comes up. I was so lost in thought even though I was fast asleep at the same time that I didn't notice someone tapping me or should I say, I was dreaming that I didn't notice. "My love,my love, why are you sleeping? Wake up" I repeatedly felt someone calling out to me but I didn't budge not until the tapping got worst that I woke up to see a tall fair skinned boy standing beside me with a high afro hair cut. His hands raised up probably getting ready to tap me again.

These were the things some so-called third party kept repeating to me in the dream, over and over. I nodded and agreed to him. I wouldn't marry. I'd go with him, throw away everything and follow him without a backward glance. When the dream ended, I was standing in a wedding dress in front of another man who loved me deeply. The minister was asking me, "Do you take this man to be your husband?" Before I could answer, someone suddenly burst into the wedding. The room erupted. Jack, looking utterly disheveled, rushed up to me, his eyes red, and shouted.

“When I was a kid, I always dream to have a better life. Better life with my own house, own car, a high-paying job that can actually sustain all the things I want and a healthy lifestyle and a good mental health. And I want to pursue my passion and do all the things I want before doing my responsibility as a daughter and a good citizen of this country. Now, my dreams becoming reality now. Easier to achieve than yesterday. And I know God will guide me to the right path. I will achieve my dreams together with the people who believes in me" Miana stays up late that's why she will go to their office at noon. Sleepy but need to go to work, she prepares herself in an instant. Looking at her face i