Erotic Sleep Stories Novels & Stories

The forest around us seemed to fade, replaced by the thumping rhythm of our joined hearts. You see, Erico and I had slept together once before, but it hadn't been a memorable experience for me. It was my first time, incredibly painful and traumatic, marred by fear and a sense of being overwhelmed. The bleeding had seemed endless, preventing us from going to the utmost, from reaching our climax, leaving me with a lingering sense of unfulfillment and a deep-seated apprehension. The memory still carried a phantom ache, a ghost of discomfort that could easily resurface, especially when our passion escalated so quickly.

She smiled and ended 'I do sound it don't I? Julia rarely smiled, at least not at work, but when she did it lit up the entire room. 'A bit,' I conceded, 'seriously though. Have you ever read any erotica?' 'No. I just don't like all that foul language.' 'Eroticism is in the mind,' I argued, 'you don't need bad language to be erotic but equally the language of love, however crude, is nearly always erotic to some. Look I've just finished reading a story that I think you'll like. Why don't you read that and then decide?'

it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper) I raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in my eyes. I push off from the desk and walk closer, my heels clicking on the floor. “A story, huh? You think you can just walk in here and write a tale for me? How about you show me what you’re made of first? Tell me, what’s your fantasy? What gets you going in the dark?” I lean in, my breath warm against your ear, my large breasts pressing against your arm. (Pushing the paper to you I ask you to read it aloud ,you cheeks turn a faint red as you try to explain you brought the wrong story,I press a finger to your lips shushing you and telling you to read, you read it all)

His arms loosened just a fraction. “I’m really tired, Daisy. Can we do this tomorrow? I promise.” “Please,” I begged, squeezing my thighs together. The pressure only made it worse—the ache sharper, the wetness more obvious. “Just… please.” Steve opened his eyes fully now, studying my face. “You should have told me earlier when you came over. Not when we’re already in bed trying to sleep.” He sighed again, longer this time. “Tell me,” he said quietly. “What made you so horny? Did you see me in your dream? Me fucking you?”

Spurts of warm cum hit my inner walls. Tired, I lay on the ground panting. Finally, he was— A yelp escaped my throat when he raised me, only to plunge his still-hard dick into my used hole. Shit. --- I couldn't tell how long we'd been doing it, but the next time I woke up, I was lying on an unfamiliar bed. A glance outside showed it was nighttime already. "Fuck!" I facepalmed. Who in this world faints during sex? No one, I tell you. But you can't blame me for that. The vampire king had enough stamina. It made me weep, thinking of all he had put my body through.

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

She would worry about Jessica’s fury later if she were to find out. Their breathing became heavier as they approached climax, and the sounds of flesh slapping, punctuated by moans and groans, echoed in the tiny room. The air was thick with the scent of their arousal, turning her on even more. Fireworks exploded in her as she hit her climax, her body shaking and her walls gripping him tight as she came. With one final thrust, his legs shook as he spilled his seed inside her, her inner walls convulsing as she milked him dry.

Disclaimer: This is an erotic story that contains explicit, spicy, and sexual content intended for mature audiences only. If you are under the age of 17 or uncomfortable with adult themes, we kindly advise you not to proceed. However, if you’re of legal age and enjoy such stories, then welcome—and enjoy the experience. Chapter 1

My voice was shaky as I spoke. I saw her smiling before she finally spoke, I black eyes were shining with something I couldn't quite name. No… the opposite of what I was wanting to hear from her… your writing was loving and powerful. I love your story because I love erotic stories myself and I'd like to talk more about it with you. “So are you free this weekend Come to my place Sunday at eight.” I felt my heartbeat increase is it the test that I don't want her to give me that she wants to give me in her house? Or is it something else? I asked myself.

Being worshiped and pleasured by three sexy as hell men. After sucking my sensitive and throbbing clit, Ethan held my head and turned it to his side of the bed before slipping his own throbbing cock into my mouth. He was perhaps the most vocal of all the men on this night, as he peppered me with dirty words and erotic questions. Asking me if I was a slut and if I liked being used as a whore, strangely enough I found this degrading talk aroused me further, and I played along with him answering every question and degrading thing he had to say.