Novel & Cerita Bedtime Sex Stories

Bolting up, I saw Adam was a few meters from my bed with his eyes glued to my breast. The heat of his gaze was making my nipples stand at attention and butterflies forming in the pit of my stomach. “You know; they always say that sex at this hour is always great,” his voice came out huskily before he curled his lips into a smirk. Shooting up my eyebrows at him I answered immediately. “Did you know that a man who has sex too many times, will cause him to run out of semen and he will become bare?”

"That is what I am here for. Do you feel ready to tell me what happened?" I swallowed hard, my hands gripping the edge of the cushion tightly. I struggled with the words in my head for a long moment, trying to find a way to explain the crazy mess I was in without sounding completely insane. Finally, I looked up at her, my eyes full of fear and confusion. "Dr. Evelyn... can a person sleepwalk and have sex with someone without knowing it is real?"

I brushed my mouth against her ear to whisper, “Well, then, I guess I’m staying at your place tonight. Maybe you can read me a bedtime story from one of your sexy romance novels. We could act out some of the scenes.” Liz pressed her body firmly against mine. I could feel the outline of her hardened nipples pressing through her T-shirt, rubbing against my chest. Every ounce of my blood rushed to my crotch. She teasingly dragged her nails along the nape of my neck. Her voice was soft yet sexy as she spoke, “You mean like those scenes where the man finds himself tied to the bed, and is at the mercy of his lover?” Her lips grazed my throat as my Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. I growled out, “I

The flames crackled warmly as night fully settled in. Mom and Dad told old family stories, laughing and roasting marshmallows. I sat across from Damon, pretending to listen, but my eyes kept drifting to him. The way the firelight danced across his sharp jaw, the way his shirt stretched over his chest… all I could think about was getting fucked. Nothing more. My pussy was aching, clenching rhythmically, dripping so much I was sure the insides of my thighs were slick.

The vibration of the engines through the bulkhead, combined with the relentless, rhythmic lapping of his tongue, had sent me over the edge three times in a row. Now, my pussy was throbbing. It felt swollen, tender, and undeniably used. I was lying on the massive, silk-sheeted bed in the rear stateroom, watching Nathaniel. He was passed out for the moment, his chest rising and falling in shallow, even breaths. Even in sleep, he looked dangerous, like a lion resting between kills. I moved carefully, slipping off the bed. My inner thighs were sticky, and the tattered remains of my stockings hung like cobwebs around my legs. I grabbed my purse, fished out my vibrating phone, and crept into the m

Late Night – Pushing Limits We couldn’t sleep. The knowledge that tomorrow we’d have to drive back and pretend made us frantic. Around two in the morning, he woke me by sliding into me from behind, spooned tight. We fucked like that for a long time—lazy, sleepy thrusts that built into something desperate. He pulled my leg up higher and pounded me until the bed shook, one hand over my mouth to muffle my screams as I came.

BEFORE YOU READ Nobody is coming to save you. Themes: Forced Proximity, Snowed In, Size Difference, Breeding Kink. This story features a possessive, reclusive hero who hasn't seen a woman in years. Expect primal play, rough sex, and intense possessiveness. (***) Gabrielle

That was when I saw her, spread naked on her bed with one hand pinching her tit, while the other was thrusting the dildo in and out of her pussy. ‎Ever since that day, I hadn't been able to stop thinking about her after what I witnessed. Since then, I had always loved going to visit Juliet at her mom's, not just to see Juliet, but also to catch a glimpse of her mom and wonder how her cunt would feel around my cock. ‎From the way she was moaning that day, and thrusting that big, fat dildo in and out of her pussy, I knew she was having sexual problems. ‎Tonight, I was invited by Juliet to come spend the Thanksgiving night at her place. After the Thanksgiving dinner, we all retired to bed.

I whispered, my fingers trailing down his chest, carefully caressing the muscles beneath his shirt. His eyes darkened as they locked onto mine, but he didn’t pull away. “You’re a good liar,” he said, his voice hoarse. I let my hand wander up to his neck, my fingers grazing the skin there softly. “Maybe I’m not lying,” I murmured, leaning in, my lips almost brushing his. “Why don’t we sleep together tonight?” The horror and excitement that flashed across his face were almost comical. He swallowed hard, his breath catching in his throat. “Not have sex,” I clarified with a smirk, leaning back slightly. “Just sleep. Cuddle, talk?”

EMMA My body felt boneless, utterly spent, yet glowing with a deep, satisfied warmth I had never experienced before. I lay sandwiched between Sarah and Jake in the middle of the huge bed, our skin slick with sweat, cum, and pussy juices. My head rested on Sarah’s soft, heaving breasts while Jake spooned me from behind, his softening cock nestled against my ass and one strong arm draped possessively over my waist. The room smelled like sex—musky, sweet, and filthy. The only sounds were our slowing breaths and the occasional soft kiss pressed to bare skin.