Sex And Fantasies

Wet Dreaming

ENTRY 17.1 *** HAILEE “Oh… Ahh… Ahh… that’s it, Uncle—ugh… I’m coming—what the hell!” I screamed when I fell on my bed. “Geez, Hay, you’re too loud,” Rona asserted. She’s my roommate in this small apartment. I glared at her and got up. “What the fuck is your problem?” I asked as I got back on my bed. I knew she kicked me off my bed! Rona crossed her arms in front of her chest. “For your information, Miss Hailee Lindsay, you’re wet dreaming!” she uttered and rolled her eyes. Wet dreaming? “Am I?” “YES!” Rona exclaimed. I arched my brow. “Then why are you shouting?” Rona pinched the bridge of her nose and massaged her temple—it was a sign that she was trying to control her temper. “Fine, I’m sorry—” “Next time, go tell your uncle and invite him to fuck your itchy pussy…! So that it will fulfill your fantasy towards your uncle, who hated you because your mother chooses to marry just a cab driver —” “Don’t ever mention my parents—have some respect for the dead,” I cut off and gritted my teeth. I glanced at the clock on the table that was placed between us. It’s already ten in the evening. I remember I take a nap at seven. “I know mom’s side doesn’t want me, but please… don’t ever mention them… it will just haunt me, and it’s been three years since they died,” I asserted and hugged the pillow as I leaned at the headboard. “That’s it. So, stop having a crush on your mom’s younger brother—cut your fantasies to thatRêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

fucking snobbish billionaire,” Rona said. She pulled her comforter up to her chest. “But I like her—and damn, look how yummy were those abs,” I said as I stared at the illustration of my uncle that was attached to the door. “Geez, if only you’re not my bestie, I’m gonna rip that poster,” Rona asserted as she moved on the side, making me face her back. I heaved a deep sigh. “I really want him—I wanted to taste his large cock—” “Hailee…!” Rona shouted and even screamed in frustration. She sat and glared at me. “Will you stop talking about your uncle’s dick? You always talk about it. And it’s affecting my innocent mind!” she added, making me laugh. “Come on… sucking my own uncle’s dick is forbidden—he’s mom’s brother—” “Everything is fine in this world—in this era. Even if you have sex with your own siblings. The world is slowly changing. People are out of control. That’s why if you want your uncle’s dick… then work for it. That’s it!” Rona blurted and got back in, lying on her bed. I heaved a deep sigh and lay down on my bed as I stared at the ceiling. “He doesn’t even want to see me. You witnessed his hatred of me—as if I am the cause of my mother’s death. When in fact, he knew that it was just an accident,” I replied. “Past is past. Your parents are already happy in the afterlife. So, it’s time for you to be happy too. It’s forbidden that you have wild fantasies with your uncle, but who am I to stop you—and even I will stop you, would you let me?” Rona asked as she turned to my side. I smirked and shook my head. “See… that’s what I’m talking about.” I sighed. “I don’t know where to start—” “I told you, apply as his assistant. He’s in need, right? I read the newspaper this morning, and the famous model slash billionaire hunk, Scott Fitzgerald, is in need of a personal assistant. Why don’t you try? You’re even over qualify since you’re a licensed civil engineer,” Rona uttered. I took a deep breath and exhaled the negativity inside me. “Okay, I will try tomorrow—” “That’s it! Be brave. Oh, also, I have a job interview tomorrow too.” I smiled. “Congrats. Anyway, don’t you know why my uncle hates me so much?”

Rona arched her brow. “Are we going back to that again? Your mom is rich, the only daughter of Fitzgerald, the only sibling of Scott. But she chooses to marry a cab driver—a lowly man in the eyes of the elite. Now, do you get the point?” I pouted my lips and nodded. “Yeah. I guess. But if he hates dad, is it appropriate that he will hate me too?” Rona slapped her temple. “Geez… Hailee. You’re carrying a very serious problem. First, Scott doesn’t want you. Second, you want him to fuck you—your own Uncle. Third, repeat the first and second one, gosh!” she snorted. I grimaced. I don’t know where to start, but damn, Scott is my ultimate crush, even if he’s, my uncle. I glanced at the side table and saw the picture frame of my parents. Even if dad is just a cab driver, he’s handsome and hardworking. He did the best for us. And mom… her looks puzzled me. Scott keeps on telling people that they’re siblings. However, I can’t see any resemblance. I sighed and shook my head. Rona is already snorting in just a short period of time. I turned off the lamp and tried to get asleep.