Adult Baby Story นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I loved working here. We started, by playing games and then watching a movie followed by our lunch break. The last one was the storytelling. I was telling them a story about the little red riding hood, where the wolf falls in love with a girl and ends up dying. Although the ending was not for children, I had to do something about it.

Some were so old they were little more than hollow, insect-eaten fragments. Grandma was the village chief, ruling over everything without challenge. No one dared to defy her. My eldest sister, Lily, was about to turn 18. Soon, it would be time for her coming-of-age ceremony. However, Grandma, who had always doted on her, had forbidden her from attending. When my sister tried to protest, she was struck across the face. "Enough! I said you're not going, and that's final." Even though Grandma was 99 years old, her strength had not left her. Lily's cheek swelled almost immediately.

“Seriously Ashley, I might get upset if you go through my messages.” “Dumb boy messages, just let go of me, I don't care anymore.” “Promise?” “Yeah.” She scoffed and he did, she didn't try taking the phone again and he lay beside her. “You should be sleeping, it's late already.” “I know and am exhausted, but I can't seem to fall asleep. Can you tell me a bedtime story?” “Bedtime stories are for kids, not twenty-one-year-olds.” “Just tell me one.” “Okay, I don't really know much so how about I tell you the story of a demon who has lived for over a thousand years.”

Lorelei was adventurous, and she didn't do the same guy twice unless he was really worth it. “I have standards, Lora. I don't sleep with just any guy.” She scoffed, flipping back her hair. “What do you think about older guys?” She pulled back, as if she hadn't heard me right. There was silence, just as the smell of freshly baked croissants wafted through the air. She finally opened her mouth to speak. “I don't fuck with them.. they have bad blood.” I almost choked, finding her words silly. “What does that even mean?”

Kathy, a 51 year old housewife becomes a sugar baby. Enjoy.. ******** My name is Kathy. This series of stories focuses on my most recent experience in pushing the erotic envelope. They are inspired by real life experiences, but are still largely a product of my imagination. In other words I took literary license to deviate a bit from actual events. What is authentic is the fact that at middle age I entered into a sugar baby lifestyle. The feelings and emotions I experienced are very real, even if I have altered the characters a tad.

I’m finding it hard not to bounce off the walls, but I know grown ups get mad when kids get hyper and then bad things happen. “Did you hear me, Ella?” She asks in a voice that is both musical and soft like a summer breeze. “Oh.” I peek up at her face, feeling dizzy when all her stunning features combine. “No, sorry. I’s distracted.” “That’s okay.” She assures me gently, and my tense muscles relax. “I came to tell you a story.” “Really?” I ask in awe. The only stories I ever hear are from bigger kids, and they’re usually not nice. “Is it a nice story?”

Despite my deliberate attempt to soften my voice, it still sounded awkward and stiff. Perry was clearly dissatisfied, pouting and tilting her head, she protested, "Grandpa, Grandpa, you're not telling it well at all." Natasha Yael couldn't help but smile; when had her father-in-law ever told such a childish fairy tale and been rejected by a little girl? Natasha Yael couldn't bear to watch any longer and walked over. "Perry, how about Mommy tells you a story?" The little girl grinned widely, nodding vigorously. "Yes, Mommy tells the best stories." Natasha Yael picked her up, sat in the soft chair by the window, and began to tell the story slowly, "Once upon a time, there was a king and queen.

Ember intended to sleep with Jamie and Avery that night since Caleb was absent. The two children laid on Ember's left and right sides, and she carried a picture book in her hand, telling the story to them in a soft voice. Ember was telling the story of a tadpole searching for its mother. Avery had heard that many times before, but he listened closely because Ember was the one speaking. The story was only halfway through when Jamie couldn't help but ask, "Aunt Ember, did the tadpole find its mom in the end?" Jamie stared at Ember with teary eyes, bringing a sudden sadness in her heart.

I would be damned if I only instructed them and left. For a million years, my order would only accumulate dirt, as Ethan and Ezra would bury themselves in their video games and Emily would baby Penny. “Mum, tell us a bedtime story.” Ezra pleaded. Defeated, I began my tale of the legendary Wolf's King and his Luna. It happened to be their favourite story, and they never grew weary of it. In less than ten minutes, they were all fast asleep, like wasted adults. I tucked them into bed and watched them sleep for a while before turning off the light.

“When a man and a woman love each other, they do special grown-up things, and that’s what makes a baby.” Kael’s eyes lit up instantly, curiosity renewed, his earlier frustration replaced with keen interest. “What kind of grown-up things?” he pressed, leaning closer. Damon froze, his mouth opening and closing as he fumbled for words. His hesitation was almost comical. “Well, um…” He shifted awkwardly in his seat, his voice stumbling. “Things like kissing, hugging… and… adult wrestling.” The effect was immediate. Both children recoiled, their little noses scrunching up, expressions twisted with disgust as though the idea alone was unbearable.