Good In Bed Book Novels & Stories

"Mama. Dada. Luna sleep?" "It's 7 PM, baby. Way past your bedtime." "Story first?" "Always story first." We followed her to her room—no longer a nursery, now a full toddler room with a big girl bed she'd recently transitioned to. "Which book tonight?" Alexander asked. "ALL books!" "We're not reading all the books. Pick three." "Five!" "Three." "Four!" "Deal. Four books." She selected them carefully. "Hungry Caterpillar. Wild Things. Good Night Moon. And... this one!"

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.

I nudged it wide enough for both of us to pass through. The room itself was simple: a small wooden bookshelf, packed with children's books, sat near the door. Gregor had bought him the shelf and what looked like half the books in the world once he'd realized Adonis was a sensitive kid with a soft spot for fairy tales. The walls, like the door, were yellow, though softer than the scorching shade outside, giving the room a warm, lived-in feel. In the corner sat a white-and-yellow bed piled high with covers. What I'd taken for a mound of blankets turned out to be just a single pillow. I straightened the covers and settled Adonis into bed. It was soft, nothing like mine. I felt a stab of envy. I

"This feels so good" He is a good fucker! She admits but she acted as it she was irritated by it when she enjoys it the most. She wants more but her pride was her problem. She gritted her teeth and crawled out of the bed, using the bed spread to cover her naked body as she made it to the washroom. ...... ...... ..... Dear readers, please endeavor to drop a comment after every read. Also please click on the love sign at the top of the book details to add my book to your library so that you can continue to get an update..

Bored and restless, I wandered from room to room, searching for something to occupy my mind. In Bella’s room, I spotted a book on her nightstand—Birthday Girl by Penelope Douglas. I had heard good things about it, so I decided to give it a shot. I curled up on her bed, diving into the pages. For a while, it worked—I was able to lose myself in the story and momentarily forget the unease tugging at me. But, of course, that didn’t last long.

His lips parted slightly, his jaw tightening with restraint. No, he definitely wasn’t too tired for me. A cunning smile curved across his mouth as his stare pinned me to the bed. His fingers went to his shirt, flicking at the buttons one by one and heat pooled between my legs. By the time he reached the bed, his shirt hung open freely, revealing his biceps. He hovered over me, cupping my cheeks, as his thumb nudged my nose. “This,” he murmured, his voice hoarse, “is definitely a pleasant sight to walk into every night.”

It was a dream about a set of people in a different world with different sets of rules. In Goodness’ dream, he claimed that he saw some people moving excitedly in an unfamiliar library at the centre of a small town. They were books with different covers: black, brown, yellow, pink and even blonde covers. The men and women all had long beards that extended to their jaw. The place was so weird with all sorts of weird customs and traditions and weird fruit bearing trees. The scent in the air was unpleasant like charred old newspapers. The sky was a worrisome grey, such as he had never seen before in his life. Some of the men carried historical books, screaming delightfully with open hearts as t

He hopped on the bed and sighed in content, beaming at me. “This is your room?” I asked incredulously. It was so...mundane and boring. No pretty wrist watches, toy trucks or planes. Just books and writing kits. “Yeah,” he nodded proudly. “You like it?” I shrugged, plopping down on the edge of the bed, stalling for time. Honestly, it was a boring room. But I couldn't say that to a kid. “It's nice. Might need some work, but it's cool.” He gestured to the desk. “Diary of a Wimpy Kid: The Long Haul is over there. Can you read it to me, please?”

"Like what to eat and what to avoid, and all do and don't. "Really?" "Hmm" "Then I too need that book." "Sure." 'Until then, we can purchase an ebook and go through it.', Rex suggested. 'Agree. Whenever she will be sleeping, we will read those ebooks.' 'Yep! That's a perfect idea.' *****

And yet the last light of the evening fell through. Golden. Warm. Almost alive. There were three beds in the room. Little. Ordinary. Despite the decades. A closet. A table. A shelf full of books. All covered with dust. And yet nothing was left. Not really. It's safe. Like someone was looking after it. “Look at this.” Elio already knelt beside the shelf. The books were old. Very old. Fairy tales. Kidneys. School books. Character blocks. And there was a little notebook in between.