Erotic Sleep Stories Novels & Stories

But that's what she'd signed up for. Kyle'd been asking her to do this since the moment their honeymoon had ended. Three hypnosis programs to listen to while she jilled. Week one had started the dick fantasies. Week two had made her feel like Kyle was stroking her clit every time he touched her. She'd almost come last Sunday, holding hands in the park. Week three and her own clothes made her ache and throb and drip. It had been murder holding her lust back so as to surprise Kyle.

The contractions nearly pushed him over the edge. He pulled out and spun her around, sitting her on the edge of the desk. Rebecca wrapped her legs around his waist as he slid back inside in one smooth thrust. They fucked face-to-face, foreheads pressed together, eyes locked. “I shouldn’t cum inside you,” Ethan panted, the risky words hanging between them. Rebecca’s eyes darkened with lust. “Do it. Fill your therapist’s pussy. I want to feel you leaking out of me when I drive home.”

Erica asked before she quickly took her top off and headed towards them. “I’m in a fuckin’ coma or somethin’ because I dreamt last night. This can’t be a dream.” Ed said as Erica pulled her pants down and sat on Ed’s lap, gyrating her hips and pressing her own sexy ass around on Ed’s bare cock while Darla took her top off and put her tits right in Ed’s face; Ed fingered Darla while sucking on her nipple and let Erica just do her own thing with his cock before Erica took her blue thong off and straddled him, taking half of his thick cock at once before she started slowly bouncing up and down to ease the rest of him inside her, “This is amazing!” “You really are.” Erica said as she fucked away

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.

Layla let out a fresh moan, her voice raspy and tired but full of desire. They spent the next hour exploring every part of her, moving from the sofa to the soft rug on the floor. Her breasts were squeezed and kissed until they were flushed red, and her thighs were bruised from the grip of their hands. She felt like a queen in the middle of her own private storm. Every time one man finished, another was ready to take his place, keeping the fire burning bright. By the time the lights in the club started to dim and the morning was close, Layla was completely spent. She lay on the floor, her hair a mess and her body glowing with the remnants of their passion. The three men sat around her, lookin

The moment I stepped into my quiet dorm room, I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep without touching myself again. Sophie was still out, probably lost in her art studio like usual. I locked the door, stripped completely naked, and dropped onto my bed. The sinful book lay open on the pillow beside me, those red-ink notes staring up at me like accusations and invitations. I spread my legs wide, knees bent, and let my fingers trail slowly down my stomach. My pussy was already drenched with fresh arousal. I started slow, teasing my swollen clit with lazy circles, remembering the way Adrian’s tongue had flicked over it.

Jake stumbled into the kitchen, half-asleep and rubbing his eyes. “You guys are raiding the fridge again?” he mumbled. Alex grinned, the picture of innocence. “Just cooling down. It’s a hot night.” Jake grunted and grabbed a water bottle before heading back upstairs. The second his footsteps faded, Alex looked at me, eyes still dark with lust. He stepped close again, voice a low promise against my ear. “This isn’t over, Em. Tomorrow night… or the night after… I’m sneaking into that bedroom and giving you exactly what that dream promised. My cock. Deep. Hard. Until you’re biting the pillow to stay quiet while I breed this needy little pussy.”

Still, when I slept off I kept dreaming of strong hands gripping my hips, saying dirty words to me, pounding from behind and my pussy clenching hard around a thick cock. And the terrifying feeling of someone out there who knew exactly who I was—dripping and begging to breed.

After a long, agonizing beat. “Mmm… okay, honey. Night…” She sighed, and rolled over. The rustle of her sleeping bag felt deafening. The second her breathing evened out again, Eric exhaled, it was ragged, and barely controlled. “Good girl,” he whispered, his lips brushing my ear. “Lying so sweet while your pussy’s choking my cock. Feel that? How deep I am?” I whimpered behind his palm, my voice muffled, and desperate.

A painful bulge grew slowly between his thighs, followed by a pooling drool as his cock oozed precum even without being fully aroused. The client lowered himself to Jace’s level, his lips slightly brushing his earlobe while his hot breath hovered above a certain spot on his neck, slowly entrancing Jace. “You know…” he began, his voice deep and gravelly with sin and raw desire. “It’s the first time you’ve looked this long.” Then, he nibbled on his earlobe, blowing hot air into it as his firm grip held Jace in place. Jace’s cock twitched uncomfortably in his pants, his head turning light as the client threatened to drown him in pleasure.