Novel & Cerita Adult Bedtime Stories Book

Andrew's eyes remained fixed on the documents in front of him as he circled and marked them with a pen. "Daddy, we can't sleep," June said softly. "Daddy, Daddy, can you tell us a bedtime story?" Andrew replied nonchalantly, "No." "Why?" The two children walked over to Andrew and looked up at him. "Mommy always tells us bedtime stories. We can't sleep without bedtime stories." "Just close your eyes and you'll fall asleep," Andrew said. June reached out and tugged at Andrew's clothes. "We tried, but we couldn't sleep."

She grasped a book from the shelf, sauntering over to the bed that they shared. And wrapping the duvet across her legs, they clung to her. She opened the book to the next story and looked down at Em, half her eyes closed. "Today's bedtime story—" Her voice broke badly and then she cleared her throat. "Today's story is uhm—about this girl" She said, seeing that they were already half asleep. "This girl that lost both her parents, and all she had was her—"

I helped her encounter her teeth and changed her diaper before putting her in her bed. " You want me to read you a story?" She jounced her head as she snuggled up in her bed." goddesses." " Are not they all queen books?" I glanced over at her shelf full of pink books before looking back at her but she just goggled at me with a blank expression. I ended up picking a arbitrary queen story for her but I only managed to read a many runners before she fell asleep. I leaned over from where I was siting coming to her bed, stroking her impertinence as she slept before I brushed her hair out of her face.

“Not tonight.” I left the leather volume on the worktable and practically fled to my bedroom. The sheets were cool when I crawled beneath them, still wearing my oversized sweater and lounge shorts. I pulled the covers up to my chin, closed my eyes, and willed myself to sleep. I’ll read more in the morning, I told myself. When the strange feeling is gone. When Stan’s angry words aren’t still ringing in my ears. Sleep came faster than expected, pulling me under like warm, scented oil.

Then, in a low, even voice, she began telling stories. She told five. Thomas didn't seem remotely sleepy. In the past, by the third story, Theo would already have been asleep. But she knew better than to compare Thomas to him. Thomas's insomnia ran deep; his body and mind refused to rest easily. Patient as ever, Sharon kept going. She had prepared around thirty bedtime stories that night. If none of them worked, she would simply try another approach tomorrow. But the truth was—she hadn't slept much the night before, keeping vigil over him. Now, lulled by her own soft cadence and the drowsy pull of her words, she began to nod off mid-sentence.

“Well I’m not into the whole lesbo thing, but you two can knock yourself out,” I say. “I’m sure we can convince you,” Esmeralda said with a smile. “Yeah…but I’m sure we’ll all be riding on a nice firm cock by the end of the night, so don’t worry,” Amanda says, winking at me. I shake my head at my goofy friend and take the straighteners back to my room. Before I leave I slowly peek out of the spy-hole in the bedroom door, just to make sure that porter was gone.

LUCY'S POV I rolled onto the bed and let out a deep sigh. My life has always been like this, quiet, dull, painfully predictable. I would come home from my boring nine-to-five job, sink into my bed, scroll for a while, sleep, and wake up the next day to repeat the same routine.

]* Bedtime. Not Alex’s room. Not ‘through.’ Our room. Big bed. Knight bed. Day 1 bed. Twins. Middle. Already asleep. Sand in hair. _HOME_ washed off. Still there. Alex. End of bed. Book. _Not_ shark. _Not_ court. _Not_ 11 seconds. _The House That Was Just Home._ Susan wrote it. Last night. 4 AM. “Therapy,” she said. Illustrated it. Stick figures. Us. Bear. No bad men.

But there was no guilt, no shame. We had moved past it… at least he had. For me, it became all I could think about. Every night, as soon as the lights went off, I thought about sneaking into his room again, and instead of walking away, I fantasized about getting filled with his big cock. I thought about what it would feel like to have him buried deep inside me with his fingers curling around my hair.

I picked him off the floor and walked us to the bedroom. "Can't I stay up for five more minutes?" Adrian asked, his beautiful jade eyes shimmering in the glow of his Power Ranger night light. "No, baby, you have school tomorrow," I told him, getting into the bed beside him. "How about a bedtime story?" "Yes!" he squealed excitedly. I chuckled and brought out my phone. After a few pages of the children's book I'd saved on my Kindle, Adrian was fast asleep. Plugging my phone in, I settled beside him, stroking his dark hair away from his chubby face.