Erotic Bedtime Stories Novels & Stories

A grin flashed across Erick's face. He gently guided me backwards until I fell across the bed. As I shuffled into place, he crawled up between my legs, his cock rock hard and the condom shining around it. Erick carefully lined up his cock with my entrance, flashed me a grin, and then slammed his entire length into me. A groan escaped me lips. Automatically, I wrapped my legs around him, trying to push him even deeper inside me. The heat that had been burning in my crotch all night began to grow and spread until it felt as if my entire body was burning.

What I found was a world of explicit, detailed stories about aunts and nephews. Stories of seduction, of secret affairs, of dominant young men and submissive older women. I read one, then another. My face grew hot, my breathing shallow. Without even consciously deciding to, my hand slipped under the waistband of my linen trousers, my fingertips finding my clit, already sensitive from last night. The stories were graphic, filthy, and utterly compelling. They painted pictures of aunts who were initially reluctant but secretly hungry, who were awakened by their nephew's bold desire. They talked about submission, about being called names, about the thrill of the forbidden.

He leads me to a door at the end of the hall, pushes it open, and reveals a small bedroom. A bed. A real bed. "Figured you'd want something more comfortable for round two," he says, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine. The room is dimly lit by a single lamp on the nightstand. The curtains are drawn, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. It smells like sweat and sex already, someone's been here before us. I don't care. I'm already stepping out of my heels, kicking them aside. Jake closes the door and locks it. He turns to face me, his eyes raking over my body with that same predatory hunger. My dress is still hiked up from the bathroom, and I can feel the wetness

My thighs pressed together on their own. Fine. If he wouldn’t, I would. I slid open the bottom drawer of the nightstand and pulled out the thick silicone dildo I kept hidden there. Heavy in my hand. Familiar. I reached over and switched the bedside lamp to the red bulb, the room washing in a low, warm glow. Quiet music started from my phone...something slow, wordless, just enough to fill the silence. I slipped the silk robe off my shoulders and let it pool around my waist.

Once upon a time, Eric used to hold me in the dark, now he uses it to seduce me. His fingertips traced over my skin, while his lips found their way down my spine, making my goosebumps pop. I sighed and crouched beneath him, begging him. "You're so naughty," he whispers at the end of my spine. “You deserve it,” I sigh into the mattress. One of his big hands wraps around my butt and I find myself lifting my hips up. I never wanted to leave Eric's bed again. I'm willing to live a life that just needs to be touched, kissed, and cuddled by him.

She asks again, "Please can we?" I march up to our bedroom and find Eric laying on the bed. Exhausted, he is asleep and snoring. Sitting softly on the bed next to him, I try to wake him up by gently shaking his shoulder. He doesn't budge, just snores louder. Not knowing what to think anymore, I take the couch at the end of the bed and read a book till I get tired. Hardly sleeping all night, I toss and turn before finally giving up on the idea and continue to read my book. With the small desk lamp on, I read a fictional novel about vampires and werewolfs. It makes me laugh so hard I end up waking up Eric.

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

I swallowed greedily, moaning around his thickness. We collapsed in a sweaty, cum-soaked mess around 4 AM. My body ached deliciously, pussy throbbing and full of his seed. Ethan pulled me against his chest, hand lazily stroking my ass. “Matilda... that was insane,” he murmured. I kissed his chest, already feeling the stirrings of more desire. He chuckled darkly, hand sliding between my legs again. “I’m nowhere near finished with this pussy.”

She came twice, her body surrendering completely. By evening, in the bedroom, it was missionary—intimate, eyes locked as he moved slowly, then fast, grinding his pubic bone against her clit until she begged. “Harder… please!” He obliged, pounding until they both shattered. The day blurred into a marathon of forbidden ecstasy—shower sex, where water slicked their bodies, his cock sliding in from behind; oral on the stairs, his tongue devouring her until she squirted; quickies in every room, each more intense than the last.

It looked like he was getting out of bed. “No,” I whispered as I pulled him back to me. He gave no resistance as he lowered his body back onto the mattress and held me close. The habit that Max had instilled within me of having sex while half asleep came forth. After I stealthily removed my bra and panties, an erotic anticipation flooded every inch of me. When I seductively fondled him, I could feel his body briefly stiffen before he gave in to temptation and made sweet, passionate love to every inch of me. In his usual vampire fashion, he repeated the act multiple times. In my usual greedy way, I loved every minute of it.