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

“Babe! Don’t forget tonight’s sleepover please! Mom’s on night shift again. Come over after dinner, okay? And please, please cover for me one more time? My boyfriend wants me to go out with him tonight.There's a frat party at his department and he wants to show me off. When you get here, just pretend I’m upstairs until Mom leaves. I’ll be back before 7 a.m., promise!” I laughed softly. “Fine, go have fun. I’ve got you.” At dinner with my family, I kept my voice casual. “Sleeping over at Riley’s again tonight. Her mom’s working the late shift.” My parents barely glanced up from their plates. When I arrived at Riley’s house, she opened the door with those big pleading eyes. “Thank you so much!

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.

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.

More like moan. He just hums and continues kissing me. "Baby,stop." I say a bit louder. He doesn't listen. *flashback continue* "Please don't do it. Please. I don't want it." I beg as he pulls my underwear down. "I think you do. Being a bad girl on purpose. You want daddy's cock. Naughty girl." He says smirking sadistically. "No Tommy. Stop it. Stop! I don't want it! Stooooop!" I scream.

"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.

Leo said, making Alana nod enthusiastically. "I'm not a little kid who will easily fall asleep just because of a bedtime story," Leo said, causing Alana to shake her head immediately. "Hey, just so you know, this isn't just any bedtime story. Do you think I would tell you a story about a deer or Cinderella? Of course not, I tailor the stories to the age of my audience," Alana said with a wide smile, making Leo raise an eyebrow. "Okay, fine. So, in your opinion, at the age of 30, what kind of bedtime story do you think is suitable for me to hear?" Leo said, making Alana immediately look at him with enthusiasm.