Naughty Bedtime Stories Novels & Stories

Just then, we heard little footsteps approaching and bringing our make out session to an abrupt end just in time to see Cassy standing by the door way with her stuff bunny in hand. I pushed back on my feet as I made to go to her while she stood there rubbing sleep away from her eyes. “I can’t sleep!” “Why can’t you sleep little pumpkin” Alex said, picking her up and into his arm. “mother forgot to tell us our bedtime story”. Alex fake a gasp as he stare back at me. Unlike her brothers, Cassy likes her bedtime stories and sometimes have a hard time sleeping if I don’t tell it to her. “How about I tell you that story pumpkin” Cassy gave a curt nod and he took her back to their room. While he c

After a while Jax stood up. “It’s late. We only have the one big bed. You’ll sleep in the middle. It’s safer that way.” I nodded. My heart was beating fast, but I followed them. They turned off the lamp, leaving only the low glow from the dying fire. The cabin fell into soft shadows. I climbed into the big bed first, lying on my back. Jax lay down on my left, Kane on my right. The mattress dipped under their weight.Their soft breathing had me closing my eyes, ready to sleep.

I asked. “Yes,” she said. “But this time it’s 10% off.” Miranda added a baby bath shaped like a whale. Naomi added noise-canceling headphones—“For us, not her.” And then we got to the section of books. “Read to her every night,” Mom whispered as she handed me a copy of Goodnight Moon. “That’s how I made you fall asleep.” I swallowed hard and took it. Cassie, of course, handed me Baby’s First Sarcasm.

We managed to get several boxes finished and I had a really good jump start on stuff I would need for the apartment, especially dishes and things for the kitchen. I had split the books from Nate’s bedroom when I packed stuff up, bringing Nate’s favorites with me as it was me that read him the bedtime stories anyhow so once he was out of the tub, I asked him to pick which one he wanted. He picked one of his favorite ‘Pete the Cat’ books and I read it to him, ending with humming before he fell asleep.

The night was cold, and I feared they would catch a cold, but they began to cry out loud on the road. People began to stare, so I had gotten them the ice cream. When they got home, I prepared for them a nice warm shower, and dressed them, making them ready for bed. “I'm craving a bedtime story, Mommy.” Nadia said, as I tucked them in. “I'll tell you one tomorrow. I'm exhausted, okay? What do you think about two bedtime stories tomorrow?” I asked, as a bribe. “Oh yeah! I want Rapunzel and Sleeping Beauty.”

But there was no guilt, no shame. We had moved past it… at least he had. For me, it became all I could think about. Every night, as soon as the lights went off, I thought about sneaking into his room again, and instead of walking away, I fantasized about getting filled with his big cock. I thought about what it would feel like to have him buried deep inside me with his fingers curling around my hair.

"I know you're awake, so get up." She groaned sleepily. "James, please, I fell asleep at three o'clock in the morning, so could you please shut up and let me sleep?" she asked, hugging the pillow beside her. "And it's not my fault you didn't go to bed early; we already talked about it, so don't give me that reason. Will you stand there, or will I drag you to the bathroom?" James threatened. She moaned once more. Damn, this jerk! Despite her love for him, there are times when she just wants to torture him. Does he not notice how sleepy I am?

I was laying face up on my bed reading James Patterson's Along Came a Spider, when my dad opened the door till its limits. He has been doing this for the past few weeks in the hopes of catching me raping a nun one day, I think. 'Hey dad'. I croaked out. 'Zayn, shouldn't you be asleep?' 'I guess I should but I did that all day so I'm kind of spent'. He coughed awkwardly and I realized my mistake.

]* Bedtime. Not Alex’s room. Not ‘through.’ Our room. Big bed. Knight bed. Day 1 bed. Twins. Middle. Already asleep. Sand in hair. _HOME_ washed off. Still there. Alex. End of bed. Book. _Not_ shark. _Not_ court. _Not_ 11 seconds. _The House That Was Just Home._ Susan wrote it. Last night. 4 AM. “Therapy,” she said. Illustrated it. Stick figures. Us. Bear. No bad men.

"No, Daddy. I promise." When I start to ride him faster, his eyelids droop, his hips rolling up to meet me, upper lip pulled up in a snarl. "I don't want to have to tell everyone how you've been teasing me. Sitting on my lap and twirling those pigtails around your finger. Changing in your bedroom with the door open. Daddy had no choice." My thighs start to tremble on either side of his hips. "Sorry. I'm sorry." "That's okay, little girl," he rasps. One big hand slides up under my nightshirt and cups my breast, squeezing it tight and pinching the nipple between two rough knuckles. "Having our nighttime secret is going to make it all better."