Good In Bed Book Novels & Stories

She was reading in bed. She looked at my face when I came in and said, "Good?" "Good," I said. "Better than good." She went back to her book. I got in beside her. The night settled. It was exactly enough.

Did she just… Of course she told my worst enemy I hadn't had sex. Nope. I'm not doing this. I’m not sticking around to let Kade be smug about my nonexistent sex life. “You booked a room upstairs,” I said, cutting Maya off. “Yeah. First door on the right.” I kept my eyes locked on Kade, refusing to break first again. “Well, since you’re leaving, Maya,” I said, “send the first guy you see up. I’m buzzed enough for a few bad decisions.” Maya’s eyes nearly popped out from excitement. Kade’s teeth were probably turning to dust from how hard he was still clenching them.

she got up gently from the bed and hurried inside the bathroom. Barbara finished with her business and stayed back in the restroom. She didn’t want to get intimate, so she peeped at Steve from the door hole. The young man soon fell asleep. “Oh, good” she came outside without making any sound and got back on the bed. Barbara Gillian read through the first one, “The illegitimate child” and the book was interesting and emotional as well. She smiled when she needed to and cried when she read something that was really sad, the book was filled with emotions. The Next Morning

He had a large bed built of dark wood, and it was easily the most expensive piece in the room. Abby couldn't stop herself from wondering what it would be like to be in that bed with him. She flushed, biting the inside of her cheek. Running a hand down the comforter, she smiled at how soft it was. So he likes nice bedding. She could appreciate a man who understood the importance of high-thread counts. The right side table had some books, an empty glass, and a pair of reading glasses. Abby read the titles of the books—all nonfiction about wars or horses—and wandered around the rest of the room.

Alesya innocently showed the book she had just finished reading. Nicholas took over the book that was in Alesya's hands. Without realizing it, her hand which was still cupping Alesya's moci was still there. Not letting go, not squeezing. “Where did you get this book?” Nicholas insisted. Her face turned red when she saw the contents and title of the book. “Tips to satisfy your partner in bed.” So many pictures, complete with first night tutorial.

The walls were painted a soft, calming shade, decorated with framed drawings—crayon scribbles and finger paintings that had clearly been deemed worthy of display. The bed sat against one wall, low and sturdy, dressed in a Spider-Man bedspread. A matching pillow lay slightly askew, as if it had been tossed aside during an enthusiastic morning escape. “I sleep here,” Alex said proudly, patting the bed. “I ask mommy for Spider-Man bed spread. She said okay.” “I see,” I said, my throat tightening for reasons I didn’t immediately examine. “Looks comfortable.” He nodded solemnly. “Is very comfy.” He moved on quickly, tugging me toward a small bookshelf against the wall. It was filled with children

She pushed the door of her bedroom widely opened, before she walked in. Dark blue, her favorite color, her room reeked of the colour, the light bed that stretched from the other end of the room down to the other side. Her night gown wavered across her body as she dragged herself down to her bed. She bent a little, before she brought out a rumpled book from underneath her bed. It read, 'Get a life.' She chortled to herself. Fifteen year old Mira had drafted this, all in the name of living a worthy life, but how had she ended up for her?

She couldn’t sleep so she sat down on her bed, reading a novel of GoodNovel, not long after she dozed off while reading the novel. TBC.

“Mya pops her head down. That’s because the king sleeps beside her every night. You can sleep up here, Faith. There’s lots of room. I got books you can read.” “Hey you never told me you had books up there!” “You always fall asleep quick, didn’t think you needed a book.” “Oh, I guess you have a point.” Faith climbs to the top bunk, and I lie there staring at the board on the top bunk. “You’re not snoring yet? Do you want a book on witches?” “I don’t snore!” “Yes, you do.” Faith laughs. “Faith pops her head down and hands me the witch book, and I start reading.”