Adult Bedtime Stories For Sleep นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"But if you change your mind, I can still make dinner for you." "Okay, I just need to sleep now, and I'll be fine,"she replied. Louis nodded and watched as she slept off. He walked over to the bed and sat beside her. "She slept off so fast." He mumbled and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ears.

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.

“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.”

"Of course, baby. But let me finish my coffee first." "So, you said you can't sleep?" I asked, leaning against the doorframe, trying to sound casual despite the fluttering in my stomach. Avery nodded. "We need our bedtime story," she said in a sad voice, and that simple statement broke my heart. Reading them a bedtime story was an important part of our nighttime routine. But I missed it tonight.

I said, and they both shook their heads. "No, Mommy, we want to finish the story,” Ingrid spoke for them as Atlas and Nathan nodded. I kneeled to level with them. “But it is already late, if you watch TV now, then you will not have time for bedtime stories,” I said. “It is fine, Mommy, we can just brush our teeth, finish the story, and go to bed, you don't need to read for us,” Nathan said this time. “I could do that, but you know it is not good to go to bed immediately after watching TV, or do you want to lose your sight?” I sweetly smiled, and he shook his head. I turned to Ingrid and Atlas, who also shook their heads.

Diane was still out of the room and I wasn’t sure when she would be back. Once Enid was back in bed, I settled on a small stool by her side. I told her a bedtime story – a simple fairy tale about a brave wolf pup who found courage even when in trouble. My voice was barely a whisper, cracked at times, but each word seemed to soothe her. Her eyelids grew heavy, and after a few minutes, she was curled under the covers, eyes closed in peaceful sleep. I pressed a kiss to her forehead and stroked her hair. “Sleep well, baby. Mama loves you so much,” I whispered, turning off the light. The small room was plunged into darkness except for the pale slivers of moonlight drifting through the light curta

I whispered with a loving smile, "which story would you like tonight?" Mathew's face lit up with excitement, his tiny hands reaching for his favorite book. "The one about the brave little wolf, Mumma!" I chuckled as I opened the book, a captivating story about a young wolf's grand adventure. Mathew listened with rapt attention, his eager eyes fixed on the pages as I spun the tale of bravery and exploration. By the time I reached the part where the little wolf found solace under the silvery glow of the moon, my son was already fast asleep.

I whispered to myself while shooting my wildly beating heart. Taking a deep breath I gave myself the courage to take Zanvil naughty talks more maturely and when to do my work with still wildly beating hearts. We all ate our dinner together and through dinner, Zanvil was not stopping being naughty. He is determined to do what he said today. That thought caused me to increase my heartbeat. After dinner was done it was time for tugging my babies to the bed. They won't sleep unless I read them their bedtime story while lying with them in their bed. Lying with them I started reading their favorite bear family story and I don't know when I dozed off with them.