Night Time Stories For Adults Novels & Stories

"And I tell them stories." "What kind of stories?" Herb said. This was the part that had gotten him out of bed early on a Saturday morning (his only day off from selling mattresses the rest of the week) to come over here. Willie had mentioned stories when Herb got after him for being late coming home so often. It seemed they made quite an impression on the kid, but when Herb asked what kind of stories they were Willie clammed up. The Brookwood woman shrugged. "You know: ghost stories. The kind children like. Mostly ones my grandmother told me when this was her home. I could tell you one, if you like? So you'll see that they're not so bad."

“Does this bore you?” “Sorry, Ma’am.” It wasn’t so much that it was boring, it was that it was just stories. He needed more. “And then today, at lunch, I seduced a UPS guy. All tan and muscles, he looked great in his uniform shorts but he looked even better out of them. Nine-inch cock, at a minimum. Straight and thick. And boy could he eat. Someone had trained that boy well. I had three orgasms before we even got to the actual fucking. I thought about you—stuck here, cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen or whatever it was you were doing.”

Just remember, if you don’t want things to go bump in the night, don’t tell anyone else about them. Even now the shadows in my room play havoc with my subconscious, so I turn the light on and sleep with one eye open. Also, when my computer starts to go on the fritz just as I write a particularly spooky part of a story, I chuck it up to chance and swallow a little harder before checking to make sure that I have only one shadow. It’s amazing that I still get so scared as an adult. You sure would have thought that for someone who makes a living scaring people, I would know better, right?

Lucas narrows his eyes, he has never hear Douglas speak before. He must really be scared. " It is dangerous to travel in the dark", Tobi replies, he crouches on the ground and traces the dirts with his fingers. " indeed, traveling at night is very dangerous, we travel by day and hide by night", Tarah suggests, she picks the sharpened wood twirling around as her weapon. Lucas leans against the truck, he frown and glances at Emily. Smelling something awful, he glance around, sniffing the air.

Every time I thought I was at my limit, Kade would whisper something cruel in my ear, or Brian would deliver a spank that reignited the fire in my blood, and I’d find a second wind. By mid-afternoon, I was lying splayed out on the rug, my legs shaking uncontrollably. I was covered in a film of their cum, my skin tacky and smelling of musk. The sheer stockings were torn, and the maid’s apron was hanging by a single string. Kade walked over and stood between my spread legs, looking down at me like I was something he’d found on the bottom of his shoe. "You're holding up better than I thought," he admitted, his voice a low rumble. "But we’re only halfway through day three. Brian and Ken have som

Ruth-Ann woke up with her tongue glued to the roof of her mouth, her throat feeling like she'd swallowed a mouthful of dust. The adrenaline from the confrontation with Dante had finally drained away, leaving her wrung out and desperate for water. She glanced at the digital clock on her nightstand: 2:12 AM. Usually, she kept a glass of water by her bed, but tonight, her mind had been a storm of blue eyes and leather jackets. She hadn't been able to think straight since Ryder touched her.

Night had fallen, plunging the house into an strange silence. That evening, Chantelle noticed the absence of the guards' voices, usually stationed outside her door. No whispers, no sound of boots. An unusual calm reigned, like an invitation to attempt the impossible. She approached the door softly, her heart pounding. This time, she hadn't failed like in broad daylight when all eyes were on her. No. The night offered her a chance, a real one. She took out the stolen key, inserted it into the lock, turned gently… and the door opened without a sound.

she said sensually. She was sure he would say no. She knew he didn't like indoor sex. Her lover is a proper gentleman, so she knew he would disagree. In any case, she was only teasing him, so Danica was taken aback when Joshua quickly bit her ear and kissed her earlobe. "If that's what my queen wants, I'd gladly do it in a heartbeat," he said quietly, and the next thing she knew, she was already sitting on the hood of the car, her shirt up, showing her jiggling breasts. And Danica couldn't help but yank Joshua's hair out as he nuzzled one of her breasts while playing with the other with his palm. When Danica felt his tongue tickling her sensitive nipple, she sucked her breath and glanced up.

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His hand stroked down my back, over the curve of my ass, fingers idly playing with the mess still leaking from me. “Stay the night,” I whispered against his neck, voice hoarse. He chuckled, low and dark, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Oh baby… I’m not leaving until I’ve fucked every last drop of energy out of you.” His fingers pushed back inside my sore, cum-filled pussy, slowly pumping. “We’ve got all night.” I moaned softly, already feeling fresh heat building despite how exhausted I was. Outside, the night had gone completely dark. Inside, the only light came from the bedside lamp, casting golden shadows over our tangled, filthy bodies.