Naughty Bedtime Stories Novels & Stories

“He likes to see everything when he walks in. Makes him hard instantly.” Nina’s sob caught in her throat. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the little cotton shorts she slept in and let them drop. No underwear beneath. A neat, trimmed patch of dark curls, already glistening. The scent of her arousal mixed with Rita’s fever-sweat and filled the room like incense. Rita inhaled greedily. “Fuck, look at you. He’s going to lose his mind.” Nina climbed onto the bed as if it were a scaffold. The mattress dipped under her knees. She lay on her back beside her sister, arms stiff at her sides, thighs pressed together so tightly the muscles trembled.

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This was the first time he’d shared a bed with both his Mummy and Daddy, and he couldn’t contain his happiness. "Daddy," he said. "Yes, son?" "Can you tell me a bedtime story? Mummy always does it, but now that you’re staying, you should tell me one." Liam held my hand and Scott’s hand too, as if he wanted the three of us to stay connected forever. "I’m not very good at bedtime stories, but I’ll give it a try," Scott replied. Scott began telling Liam a bedtime story until he fell asleep. I tucked him in with the duvet and turned to the other side of the bed, trying to sleep. But I couldn’t, no matter how hard I tried.

The little girl was full of energy even after a long day, bouncing on the bed as Penelope tried to get her into her pajamas. “Anya, sweetheart, you need to change before bed,” Penelope reminded her, holding up a soft cotton nightgown. “But jumping is fun!” Anya giggled, throwing her arms up. Penelope sighed dramatically, placing a hand on her hip. “Alright, Miss Bouncy, how about this? If you change into your pajamas, I’ll let you pick the bedtime story for tonight.” Anya gasped. “Any story?” “Any story,” Penelope confirmed with a nod.

that is a princess?” Placing my finger in my chin in deep thought, I realized daddy was right. There couldn’t be any other princess but me. Looking up with a big smile on my face, I nodded, “Thank you so much daddy for bringing me home a baby boy as a gift.” My dad hands over the baby to my mommy, and my mommy hands over the baby boy to my nanny who had just entered my room as well. I jumped up into my daddy’s arms, which were so big and enveloped me to his chest, bringing in the forest smell. I nuzzled my nose deep into his chest, hoping that my parents would never ever leave me again. It was almost time for bed. My parents took chairs in my room and told me stories of their adventures unt

Betita explained, "To avoid scolding or standing up In the class for one hour, you better go to bed now," Betty said, "No, I'm not ready to sleep now, I still want to stay with father for a while," Benita said, and she clings to him, "Okay, come, let's go to your room, I have some stories to tell you, come on kids, stand up," Nicolas said, "Kids, let's go Into your room, your father has some Interesting and fantastic stories to tell you while you will be In your bed listening" Betty explained,

I wasn’t used to searching bedtime stories and didn’t really have an idea of what kids would like, so I chose the first story that came up on the internet, not really focusing on what it was about, but in the end, it did turn out to be an interesting story about friendship, as explained by two cute bunnies. "Did you enjoy the story?" I asked when I saw how drowsy Hayley looked. "I did…" Hayley said with sleepy eyes. I smiled, glad that reading her a bedtime story had been successful. I brushed her hair gently, making sure she was comfortable and warm. As her eyes started to droop, I turned off the light and whispered a goodnight prayer. "You'll sleep peacefully and with no fear. No monsters

Some hours later:- Trisha closed the bedtime story book. She looked at her son, who was sleeping soundly beside her. It was their daily routine. Rain likes to hear stories before sleeping. Before, he didn't have to do that because back in their apartment, Rain preferred Zee instead of Trisha to read the story for him. "His mom doesn't know how to read the story in a cool way," he explained. Trisha pecked her son's brow, admiring his sleeping form.

Surprisingly, the man had agreed to my daughter’s request without a hint of hesitation and the pair of us had laid down on either side of Abby. He indulged in her next request with a bedtime story, albeit a rather peculiar one. I had expected a fairy tale along the lines of Little Red Riding Hood or Sleeping Beauty, but his tale was about a werewolf. Not the most appropriate story for inducing a sleepy child, but Abby was listening with wide, fascinated eyes, so my mouth remained shut on the matter. Well, those eyes were wide about five minutes ago. Now, her eyelids slowly blinked up and down while she crashed from the exciting and scary events of the day. Soren’s voice resonated in low tone

I said with a small laugh. The remaining nighttime was spent in bedtime routines and warm baths, in stories and toothbrushes. Mirabel insisted on one of Clinton’s old bedtime tales — something about a crocodile and a mango — and I fumbled my way through the story while they giggled under their covers. When they finally dozed off, I stayed a while longer in the hallway, just watching them sleep. Japheth curled toward the window. Jake, hugging his teddy. Mirabel, one leg dangling off the bed as if dreaming of her little bride walk.