Bed Time Story For Adults Novels & Stories

“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.”

I said assuringly. “No. I don't wanna stay alone." She begged, dragging my wrist. Realizing that there was no other way I could leave the room, I came up with an idea. ‘I’m going to tell her a story until she falls asleep!’ "Okay, Marissa, you know what? I have enough stories to tell you, tonight! Do you wanna hear it?” “Yes!" She answered enthusiastically. "Then, climb into bed ASAP!” I said eagerly as both of us crawled into bed, throwing the covers over us.

After Amelia left the nursery, Andrew turned off the lights in the room, leaving only a dim night light. He placed Asher in the small bed and picked up a bedtime storybook. "What story does Asher want to hear? 'The Adventures in the Candy House'?" Andrew asked. Asher shook his little head, sitting up from the small bed. His tiny hands wandered through the bookshelf on the bedside table, finally pulling out a book, "Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves," handing it to Andrew. "Tell this one." Andrew opened the children's storybook and started reading.

As Skylar squatted down in bed, laughing at their tiredness, Andrew and Anna also sat up, resting on their pillows. She said, "Bedtime story, bedtime story. You love to listen to bedtime stories. Do you not?" For a moment, they both nodded their heads. I was standing by the doorstep, close to the point of unconsciousness. I was noticing Skylar guessing that I was still with them; I was quickly becoming lost in their gaze. It was a pleasure to have these adorable, intelligent kids around. I blushed as their lips moved gently, ready to question their mother, but Skylar asked them to remain quiet until she finished telling the bedtime story, sealing their lips with her fingers.

He was the emotionally mature one of the twins, his intelligent eyes already told me he knew more than he should "Are you leaving Daddy forever? I think I miss him." Vance asked and I slowly nodded my head. I didn't want to tell the children something this hurtful but I had to. I knew without a doubt this room had cameras and he was watching our every moment. There was nothing I could do to make them feel better, so a silly thought calmed my head. "How about I tell you a bedtime story?" I suggested. They didn't say anything, but I went ahead regardless; my steady voice was the only thing that was heard in the room until they fell asleep around 10 pm. They were both snuggling to my side.

He touched my wet pussy lips lightly, spreading my juices. “So fucking wet,” he growled. “You love being spanked by your Uncle, don’t you?” “Yes…” I whimpered. “Please touch me more.” He slid one thick finger along my slit but didn’t push inside. He was teasing me on purpose. “Not tonight,” he said, pulling his hand away. “Bad girls don’t get to cum on the first night. You’ll sleep like this — wet, horny, and aching. Maybe tomorrow I’ll give you more.”

I winked at Becky as she climbed off my lap to sit next to me. “Yes, Becky.” “Yes, what? What were you two talking about?” Naomi asked. “I asked Daddy if he would read me a bedtime story tonight.” “Oh! Daddy Rip–” “It’s just Daddy, Mommy,” Becky told her, making her eyes water with fresh tears. Naomi set the pizza down before ruffling Becky’s hair. “Daddy loves to read bedtime stories, but do you want to know what’s better than a book?” “Yes, yes! Tell me!” “The ones he makes up where you’re the main character,” Naomi laughed.

“We’ll stay until you fall asleep.” Liam lies back down, his little hand reaching out to grab mine. I sit on his other side, smoothing the blanket over him. “Daddy, tell me a story,” he mumbles, his voice already heavy with sleep. Jason chuckles softly, leaning down. “Once upon a time, there was a brave little wolf who loved his Mommy and Daddy very much but was scared to sleep alone in his bed...” By the time Jason finishes the short tale, Liam is breathing evenly, lost in dreams. Jason glances at me, his voice barely above a whisper. “He’s out.”

The evil ones. The kind of bedtime stories mothers whispered to keep their children from wandering past the watchtowers after nightfall. Stories I'd dismissed as folklore meant to frighten the young and gullible, nothing more than superstition wrapped in shadow. Yet here one stood, in my bedroom, as real as the floorboards beneath my feet.

‘Sit with me beautiful Wolf’ Her hands stroked over his fur and he sank to the floor his whole body alive to hers as she curled beside him one arm thrown around his neck, ‘I’m not afraid of you’ She whispered as another loud crash of thunder followed a fork of lightening, ‘I read the book’ He turned his huge head and blinked his golden eyes she was curled into his side fast asleep and very gently he rested his head against her hand feeling her warmth, ‘Oh my Belle’ He whispered brokenly a single tear falling from his cheek. Belle woke up in her own bed dry and warm she blinked sleepily, ‘Had it all been a dream?’ There was no sign of the huge silver Wolf and she said nothing to her Father wh