Bedtime Romance Stories Novels & Stories

I told him I wasn’t the one begging for distance every time things got real. The motherfucker left the next morning after we fucked for two hours straight and I still wasn’t satisfied. Trust me, the hours weren’t the problem—I just couldn’t get enough of it. He didn't grind my pussy as much as I'd fantasized it. He barely even touched the surface. What a waste! My fourth boyfriend didn’t even give an explanation. He just stopped replying to my messages after a night he called “perfect.” That night barely even beat what my hands could do for themselves. How could he call that ‘perfect’?

Rene’s POV The rain beat hard against my bedroom window. I looked over at my empty bed, rubbing the cool emptiness. If Nathan were there, he’d wrap his long legs around me, as he embraced her. “Don’t worry, beautiful. We have to have a little rain if we want the flowers,” he’d always say. I thought about calling Lisa, but changed my mind when I looked at the time on my phone. It was nearly 3 a.m. I turned on the lamp on my nightstand and reached for the remote. After a few times scrolling through the channels, I couldn’t find anything to watch that interested me. I looked at my phone and, without thinking, decided to FaceTime the one person who i thought could be up.

I wasn’t entirely sure how to explain the whole Adrian situation to them. How to explain that I’d had a one-night stand with a man that turned out to be my professor. Or the fact that knowing that hasn’t stopped me from wanting a repeat. From wanting him under me again. Because to be honest, I wasn’t entirely sure I understood the situation myself. All that I knew was I was going to have Adrian Frost again. Sooner or later. **** Later that evening, I sat on my bed in my dorm room, my laptop balanced on my knees.

“I think… I’d like that.” He helped me onto the blanket he had laid out on the terrace floor. We sat side by side, shoulders touching lightly. The stars were breathtaking. I felt my body relax in a way I hadn’t in months, just letting myself exist in the quiet company of Damon Moretti. “I want a bedtime story,” I said suddenly, breaking the peaceful silence. He looked at me, raising one eyebrow. “A bedtime story? From me?” “Yes. You’re my bedtime storyteller tonight,” I said, trying to sound playful, though my heart was racing.

More… specific. I read romance novels and decided the first step to getting his attention was to make him see me as something other than Jane’s little friend. I started wearing shorter skirts when I knew I’d see him. Tighter tops. I’d pull my hair up to expose my neck, mimicking gestures I’d seen in movies. But he never gave me a second glance. Not until I went for the nuclear option. Last night, I sent him photos. Not just any photos. Explicit ones. Carefully angled, lit by the dim lamp in my dorm room, leaving nothing to the imagination. I sent them to his private email, the one I’d memorized from seeing it on paperwork years ago.

When she came back down, she was panting, but hadn't had enough. "Keep going, Rafael. Don't stop." And so he did as he was told. Most of the evening was spent deriving pleasure from each other's bodies, two forms in the dark testing boundaries and finding unexpected closeness. At the end of it, they were so thoroughly spent that they fell asleep together on her bed, tangled up in the soft sheets. Rafael had had a premonition he was going to be indisposed tonight, for a reason entirely different from the one he'd then had in mind.

Darcy fluttered into Felix's arms like a butterfly, completely changing from the vicious woman who had just tormented me. She spoke in a sweet, almost childlike voice, “Babe, where have you been? If I hadn’t come, I wouldn’t have known someone snuck in here trying to seduce you!

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode four🌹🌹 .. .. 💕 King Damien’s POV 💕 .. .. I watched as she slept peacefully,her chest fell and rised as she took shallow breaths. She’s not supposed to spend the night in my chamber but I can’t seem to let her go and it’s not a good sign,at least not for a king. A knock came through the door as Lord James walked in with a smirk on his face. “I knew you’d be busy but I thought it’ll be with Lady Katherine” he said, taking his seat in front of the fireplace.

They were already weared out from the journey. "Are you sure you don't want to come to my place instead?"he asked. "No. I am fine but I promise to see you tomorrow okay?"she leaned for a kiss. "Okay"he reciprocated and gave her a kiss on the lips. "Good night baby. I will still punish you tomorrow for what you did today"she stated as she opened the car door. "I am all yours tomorrow my love. Good night and make sure you dream of me"he winked at her.