Good Night Stories For Adults Novels & Stories

He doesn't look at me, he doesn't reach for me or even says goodnight. That has been the routine for the past two years. "Daniel," I whispered last night, my voice barely audible over the clicking of keys. "Mm?" "Come to bed." "In a minute." He said that at 10 PM. And at 2 AM, I woke up alone. He moved to his study and he was still working.

Fuck, I was getting wet just imagining it. Sleep came eventually, fitful and filled with dirty dreams, Alex pinning me against the tiles, his thick cock slamming into me while the water poured down. When my alarm buzzed softly at five-forty-five, I was already awake, adrenaline buzzing through me. The house was pitch black, cool, and quiet.

If I could I would only live in this day, before they know, but only I and Chester Harrington know. It comes to me especially at night. But now, as I touch my belly I remember. ______________ We sleep 5 nuns to a large straw bed. Sometimes at night you hear some of the nuns concealing their grunts, concealing their moans. It's hard to hear over the snoring. Sometimes, it's whispered laughter, but what happens at night is concealed in the day.

"Good girl." The gathering continued for a while. The men talked more business. Aria stayed on the couch, legs spread, cum leaking from her. She felt sore but satisfied. Thorne occasionally touched her, running his hand over her marked skin. Later that night, the guests left. Thorne carried Aria to the bed. He cleaned her gently with a warm cloth. "You did very well tonight." "Thank you, sir," she whispered. Exhaustion pulled her into sleep quickly. Her body ached in every good way.

The flames crackled warmly as night fully settled in. Mom and Dad told old family stories, laughing and roasting marshmallows. I sat across from Damon, pretending to listen, but my eyes kept drifting to him. The way the firelight danced across his sharp jaw, the way his shirt stretched over his chest… all I could think about was getting fucked. Nothing more. My pussy was aching, clenching rhythmically, dripping so much I was sure the insides of my thighs were slick.

“I will. Goodnight.” “I promise, next time I’ll come over. I don’t care how bad it’s raining.” I smiled. “Okay.” “And Rene? Stop overthinking things.” “What do you mean?” “We just had a little of fun. Don’t feel guilty about it. I know how your mind works.” He was right, as usual. I nodded. “Right. Goodnight, Remy.” I laid back on my pillow, falling asleep within minutes, satisfied for the first time in ages.

The night was a sanctuary where dreams took flight, where love knew no boundaries, and where the whispers of stories past and future echoed in the silent spaces between sleep and wakefulness. With a soft smile on her lips, Mama Hazel surrendered to the embrace of sleep, her heart filled with the echoes of tales untold, dreams yet to be dreamed, and the infinite beauty of a world where love and imagination reigned supreme. In the sanctuary of the night, she found peace, joy, and the gentle promise of a new day filled with the magic of storytelling and the enduring power of love.

"You know the rules. Bedtime is bedtime. And besides, they probably want to have some grown-up talk." "What do grown-ups talk about?" I think for a second, then grin down at him. "Taxes," I say. "And their boring, boring jobs." Brandon wrinkles his nose in distaste. "Ugh." "Yeah, it's terrible," I say with a mock sigh, "but you have to do it, when you're a grown-up. Luckily for you, you're still a kid. So we don't have to talk about mortgages, and instead, I get to tell you a bedtime story. How's that sound?"

He sits on the edge of the bed. “Tell me a story,” I murmur. “It’ll help me sleep faster.” He looks away. “I’m not good with stories… but I'll try” He exhales, looking up at the ceiling. “Years ago,” there's a long pause. “Years ago, a family of three lived happily together.” His eyes meet mine again, and I try to hold eye contact. But my eyelids are already fluttering, and I can't say a word. “Until the mother and her son discovered something,” he continues. “Something that got her…” He doesn't look at me anymore. “The mother discoverered…”

Goodnight "Good night, I hope tomorrow Sunday wouldn't be as boring as this, Purple I wonder if the wolves went to church like in the human realm. Anyway, if tomorrow turns out to be boring, we could go to the forest and run where anyone can see us or better still swim in my human form, Right Purple??, Purple!" zzzzzzzzz Ugh...Good night, sleepy head.... Yawnnnnnnnn