Adult Bedtime Stories For Sleep Novels & Stories

"Mommy, can we read two stories tonight? Not just one?" I raised an eyebrow, fighting a smile. "Two stories? You're getting greedy, mister." "Please?" He deployed the full force of those brown eyes, the same ones I saw in the mirror every morning, now weaponized against me. "Okay, two stories," I conceded, already reaching for his current favorites. "But no more sneaky requests after that, deal?" "Deal!" He snuggled closer, small fingers tracing the illustrations as I read about dragons and knights, magical forests and brave adventurers. His commentary grew slower, sleepier, until finally, his breathing evened out against my shoulder.

It is a few minutes past 7:30 pm and we are preparing to go to bed. We sleep pretty early because we wake up so early too. I and Laura have been at home since she got back from school. We had a nice daddy-and-daughter time and I enjoyed every bit of it. As usual. Since we both lost her mom, I have worked extra hard to distract myself from all the pain of losing my beautiful wife. So I am grateful for and excited about every opportunity I get to spend time with my daughter. I give her a hot shower, get her dressed in her pyjamas and lay my little princess to sleep. Just as I’m about to step out of her room, I hear her cute tiny little voice say “Daida please can you read me a bedtime story a

“Would you tell me a story? My friend Dustin says his mom and dad tell him stories every night, but no one will tell me a story.” My heart melted hearing his request, and I smiled. “Of course, Liam. And you are in luck. I know so many stories.” I picked him up in my arms. “Really?” he said excitedly, burying his head in my neck, making me sigh in content. “Yay.” I tucked him into his bed. I began weaving a tale about a courageous knight who embarked on an epic adventure to save a kingdom from a fearsome dragon. Liam’s eyelids grew heavy as he listened to the tale, and soon he was fast asleep.

Louis walked into the room as she stepped out of the bathroom. "What do you want for dinner?" he asked. She looked round his room and got into his bed. A sigh escaped her lips as she laid down. "I'm not hungry, but can I sleep here?"she asked. "Of course." She pulled the covers over her body and closed her eyes. "Are you sure that you don't want anything to eat?" he asked again, and she nodded while her eyes were still closed. "But if you change your mind, I can still make dinner for you."

A young couple moved in to a new home in Hawaii. They had a young son, Bobby, whom they would put to bed each night, only to find him the next morning sleeping on the floor in the corner of his room ... ... One day, the father put a wardrobe in that corner, and that night while the couple was watching TV, they turned to see their son walking out of his room as if he was holding someone's hand. Just before he got to the door, he dropped his hand as if the person had let go. He woke up crying. The couple were scared, and they called a Hawaiian priest for help. He told them that their house was built on a "night marching trail" — a path taken by ghosts. The priest said Bobby always slept in a c

After a while Jax stood up. “It’s late. We only have the one big bed. You’ll sleep in the middle. It’s safer that way.” I nodded. My heart was beating fast, but I followed them. They turned off the lamp, leaving only the low glow from the dying fire. The cabin fell into soft shadows. I climbed into the big bed first, lying on my back. Jax lay down on my left, Kane on my right. The mattress dipped under their weight.Their soft breathing had me closing my eyes, ready to sleep.

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.

Chapter 24 After Aunts shared her thoughts, Angie and I went upstairs to get her ready for bed. I didn’t want her to stay up late; it wasn’t good for a child her age. She freshened up and changed into clean pajamas before climbing into her bed. "Mommy!" she called sweetly. "Hmmmm," I responded softly while stroking her hair. "Can you tell me a story, please? Any story!" she pleaded. "Alright!" I said. "But you have to promise to sleep afterward, okay?"

His heart was hurting badly, and how could he sleep? So, although he was very tired, he did not want to close his eyes, as if she would disappear when he closed his eyes. Sleeping in his arms, feeling his nervousness, Jenny smiled warmly, then mischievously asked, "Want me to tell a bedtime story for you?" Zachary also smiled once he heard this, "Do you actually know how to tell things?" "Everyone can do that! Have you never heard of it?" "Heard it, but it was about thirty years ago ......"

“I am not sleepy!”, the little girl grumpily said. Her father was trying to put her to sleep with a lullaby, yet failing at the same time. He let out a sigh and said, “ Zeru, you have to sleep, it is late and you have lessons early in the morning.” Zeru, “But father, I am not sleepy. How about you tell me a story instead, please.” Father, “You little troublemaker! Do you know your way out huh?! Okay, but promise you will sleep after the story and no excuse.”