Erotic Bedtime Stories Novels & Stories

He squeezes hard enough that black spots dance in my vision as he starts fucking me with long, brutal strokes. “You’re going to pass out on Daddy’s cock tonight,” he promises, voice dark and filthy. “And when you wake up tomorrow morning leaking even more of my cum… you’re going to crawl right back in here begging for it.” My pussy spasms wildly around him. The lack of air, the stretch, the sheer wrongness of it all— I’m right on the edge again, about to cum, when he leans down and bites my lip hard. “Sleepwalking slut… next time I’m inviting my friends to watch while I breed you unconscious.”

“I think after last night, we both deserve a day away from the office.” I couldn’t argue with that. We spent the day together - tangled in bed, ordering pizza we ate in said bed, and talking about everything and nothing. It was sweet and healing, and by the end of it, I was more certain than ever that I was hopelessly in love with Ethan Blackwood.

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The private dungeon room smelled of polished leather, faint incense, and raw anticipation. Soft red lighting bathed the space in warmth, highlighting the St. Andrew’s cross, the padded bench, and the heavy oak table where various implements waited. At 26, Lena had dreamed of this moment for months. Tonight, in this soundproofed sanctuary, she would finally be collared by Marcus, her dominant, her lover, the man who had slowly peeled back every layer of her control until she craved nothing more than to surrender it completely.

No foreplay was required in this ecstatic world of perfection, and penetration was effected in a single snag-free glide. Tumbling back to reality, and almost falling off his stool in the process, Elliot sighed with regret. He really loved the ‘hotel room’ fantasy, although he had to admit it wasn’t entirely all his own work. The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them.

The last two weeks of summer felt like a fever dream that refused to end. Ethan and Priya had crossed every line they could think of, and instead of slowing down, they only pushed further. Mornings usually began with her waking him up by sliding under the sheets, taking his cock into her warm mouth until he was hard and throbbing. Some days she’d climb on top and ride him slow and deep, her hair falling around them like a curtain while she whispered how much she loved feeling him stretch her.

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.

She was ready, more than ready, to surrender to the pleasure that awaited her, to the unknown pleasures that Travis and Jenna promised. As their lips met once more, Sadile felt herself being guided to the couch, her body positioned between them, a willing participant in the erotic dance that was about to unfold. The room was filled with the sounds of their breathing, heavy and ragged, the only light coming from the flickering flames of the candles Travis had lit, casting shadows on the walls, shadows that danced in time with their movements. Jenna's hands slid down Sadile's body, her fingers teasing the sensitive flesh between her thighs.

I rocked against their hands desperately, my body betraying how much I fucking loved how they were touching me. Eldric pulled out suddenly and slapped my face with his cock. "Enough, Thorne, take her. I want to see her ride you while she sucks me", he said. Lucien removed his fingers from my needy clit and Thorne withdrew his fingers leaving me aching for his cock. Thorne sat at the edge of the bed leaning against the bedpost with his legs spread. "Come", he said curtly as his hands gripped my waist, dragged me towards him with my back to his chest.

She could feel her spanked bottom rubbing as she bounced and ground against his lap. Dave leaned forward, pulling one nipple into his mouth and teasing it, licking the water droplets off her skin. They embraced, making slow, sensual love. Eventually, they both found their climaxes, unhurried and deeply satisfying. Afterward, they climbed out of the hot tub and went to bed, falling asleep wrapped in each other’s arms almost immediately. Erica woke first on Christmas morning. She stretched her stiff muscles, a giant smile spreading across her face as she remembered the night before. She couldn’t believe how things had turned out.