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Nathaniel said. “Another one! Another one!” Sebastian requested. Alisa nodded with a smile. “You want another story, Ali?” Nathaniel asked his daughter. Alisa nodded. “I can’t hear you, baby.” Alisa swayed her body at first, then spoke. “Another one!” Nathaniel chuckled, pinching Alisa’s cheek lightly. “Good girl.” They hadn’t seen Serena yet, so they eagerly listened to another story. The last book Nathaniel read was 'Goodnight Moon.' It was the perfect story to get them ready for bed. As he read, he changed his tone and pointed to the items mentioned in the book. By the time he was done, the kids were satisfied.

“You got it, but Grant and Kiyah are the only ones still awake; the other two conked out after our jam session.” “Jam session, huh?” “That’s right. I introduced them to something other than Metallica.” “Hmmm, let me guess…Black Sabbath?” “That…that’s a little heavy before bedtime. We listened to Van Halen instead.” “Decent choice.” “Ms. Kierra, I’m tired, and you’re hogging the phone,” Grant informed. “Oops, my bad,” she laughed before assumingly handing the phone to my eldest. “Goodnight, Dad.” Before I could respond, Kiyah’s bubbly voice filled the phone.

I bit my lip hard, swallowing the whimper that threatened to escape. Monica slid off the bed and walked to the nightstand, her hips swaying with each step. She opened the drawer and pulled out a small bottle of lube and a slim vibrator. "On your back," she ordered, her voice low and commanding. I rolled over slowly, the plug shifting inside me with every movement. My wrists were still free but I kept them at my sides, waiting.

Lucas joined them on the bed, "Looks like our teddy bear is in for some excitement." They continued weaving imaginative tales, laughter filling the room, until Kai finally drifted off to sleep with dreams of daring teddy bear escapades. Eve softly kissed his forehead and whispered, "Goodnight, my little adventurer." Lucas smiled, "Sweet dreams, buddy." As they tiptoed out of the room, Lucas looked at Eve, "Our bedtime stories are getting more elaborate." Eve chuckled, "Blame it on your son. He's got a vivid imagination." And with that, they left the room, leaving behind the peaceful slumber of their little mommy's boy, surrounded by dreams sparked by their whimsical bedtime tales.

As she settled in beside him, Theo snuggled close, his small body seeking the warmth and comfort of her presence. "Mama Hazel, will you tell me a bedtime story?" Theo asked, his eyes filled with anticipation. Hazel smiled, her heart swelling with love for the sweet boy who had captured her heart. She began to weave a tale of magical adventures and brave heroes, her voice soft and soothing in the quiet of the night. As the story unfolded, Theo's eyelids grew heavy, his breathing slowing into the steady rhythm of sleep. Hazel watched over him, her hand resting on his back, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his chest with each breath.

Maybe, just maybe, she'll help me find the freedom I’ve been craving. As I lay in bed, my hands and feet crossed, staring up at the ceiling, I was too excited to even think about falling asleep. The anticipation of seeing Mia tomorrow kept me wide awake. I decided to try calming my restless mind with some soft instrumental music, hoping it would help me drift off. After a few minutes, the soothing melodies began to settle my thoughts, and soon, I felt my eyelids grow heavy. Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep, the music still playing softly in my ears, the headphones still in place, as I slipped into a peaceful, dream-filled rest.

“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.”

"If you call me Bad Daddy one more time, I'll kick you off the bed." Vincent corrected himself. "Daddy, I want to hear a bedtime story." Ambrose pondered for a moment. He then opened his phone and started searching for a story. "Do want to listen to The Brief History of Time or The Origin of Species?" Vincent had a confused look on his face. "I want to listen to Pepper Pig." Ambrose was dumbfounded. "That's too childish. Besides, haven't you already watched the cartoon?" Vincent looked up at him innocently, "But Pepper Pig has 195 episodes. I haven't watched all of it."

At this point, between the humming orgasm lingering just out of reach and my mental rambling, I’ve totally forgotten what he asked me. “Little girl, when I tell you it’s bedtime, that means it’s time for this naughty brat to close her eyes and get to sleep. It’s not time for her to stay up late and finger her little pussy.” While he speaks, he pulls the blanket down my body until it’s bunched below my knees and there’s nothing but air between my soaked sleep shorts and his gaze. The pale pink has darkened where my juices have saturated the material. If he keeps staring at me like this, they’re going to get a lot wetter.

“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.”