Erotic Sleep Stories Novels & Stories

His cock was already rock hard and pressing against my ass He pulled my night dress up to my waist without saying a word. His thick fingers opened my legs from behind. I was still full of his cum from last night so my pussy was slippery and ready. He rubbed the fat head of his cock up and down my wet slit many times, teasing me. “hmmmm, you slept with Daddy’s load inside you like a good little whore” he whispered in my ear. Then he pushed in slow and deep. Inch by inch his big cock stretched my pussy again

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.

Petrov trailed his hand back to the boy's puckered hole as he asked, "Do you usually watch p**n or just use your imagination when you jerk off?" Tim jerked a little as Petrov trailed a finger over his asshole, but answered honestly, "I usually watch p**n or read erotic stories, doctor." Petrov smiled as he replied, "That's good to hear, Tim. An erotic story can be much more descriptive than a p**n scene. Most young boys can't get enough p**n and it's nice when a young man takes the time to read a good erotic story. Which websites do you prefer for your stories?"

"So... you like erotic stories, don't you, my son?" He attempted to speak, but I interrupted his stammer, reaching down to place my finger to his lips, my big tits just inches above him, my slightly wet pussy directly in front of him in plain sight. "And you particularly like erotic stories about sons and mommies, don't you, my son?" My hand reached down and wrapped gently around his, as expected, erect and ready-to-burst cock.

He looked powerful, untouched by the sickness that had taken his brother. He crawled back over me, his knees forcing my thighs wide. He positioned the wet, blunt head of his cock at my pussy entrance, rubbing it against my clit in slow, rhythmic circles that had me clawing at the sheets, my toes curling into the silk. "Tell me you want it," he commanded, his jaw tight as he fought for his own control. "Tell me you want your husband’s brother inside you." "I want you," I screamed, my legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer until I could feel the heat radiating off him. "I want you inside me, Richard! Now!"

After his revelation, he found it more and more trying to be around his family. Erica never stayed the night in his bedroom again. But each night in the middle of the night while the others slept, she'd sneak in and climb under the covers next to Matt. She'd jerk him off in his boxers and he'd return the favor, fingering her pussy and rubbing her clit until she had to bite down on a pillow to keep from screaming as she came. By the 5th and final night at the cottage, it had become an expected routine.

My star student. After several rounds of crazy sex without our wolves. We woke up our wolves and then another marathon of wild sex began. We couldn't keep our hands off each other until the early hours of the morning. Now I understand when she told me after she had her vision that we always have sex even during her period. I'm glad I met my match in my mate "What the fuck do you want Eric?" I say a little calmly as I sit up, resting my back on the headboard. Ash also moves to place her head on my lap and I absentmindedly comb my fingers through her soft, silky hair as I listen to Eric

Cara "You get one night to acclimate," Eros says before we go to bed. "One night, asteraki mu, and then we are sleeping in my bed together, like husband and wife." "Enjoy the couch." I slam the door in his face and crawl under the covers, curling up like a tiny ball, lost in the middle of the mattress.

I'm so worked up by images of Jake in the shower I heard him release his own sexual tensions, and I soon follow. My orgasm hits me with a force I've never felt before; even the thought of this man drives me insane. "Mmmm" I stretch out feeling content as my eyes begin to feel heavy, and I drift off back to sleep. Jake's smell surrounding me as I muzzle into his pillow. Thanks for reading Erin's story. I would love to hear your thoughts on the story so far. Love always

No sign of any wavering libido or confusing and conflicting thoughts from him anyway. I missed every second of this, wanted every single one of his erotic touches so badly that I’ve dreamed of him around me, and inside of me and woke many a time after experiencing the craziest sleep orgasms known to womanhood that I didn’t even know existed. The surge of pregnancy hormones has only served to make all those feelings more intense.