Night Time Stories For Adults Novels & Stories

I could feel pleasure from both holes, with two of his fingers in my ass and one in my pussy. He rubbed my clit with the tip of his dick and spread my lips. " No, stop, Jeremy! Our parents are going to find out,” I cried, trying to close my legs, but he pinned me down and placed one of my legs on the cabinet. I couldn’t deny it, I loved what was happening. " Who’s going to tell them? You’re going to act like a good girl and keep your mouth shut,” he said, plunging his cock into me. “Fuck…” A moan escaped from my mouth as I grabbed the edge of the cabinet tightly.

All three men moaned and groaned with masculinity as they continued to stroke their sensitive cocks and squeeze out the last few drops of cum. Just like that the night was over, my three sexy as hell lovers stepped back and once again let in the bright lights of the room. I squinted as I tried to regain my composure; the three of them disappeared around the corner and left me laying there covered in cum and dripping juices from every hole.

I whispered with a loving smile, “Which story would you like tonight?” Mike’s face lit up with excitement, his tiny hands reaching for his favorite book. “The one about the brave little wolf, Mumma!” I chuckled as I opened the book, a captivating story about a young wolf’s rand adventure. Mike listened with rapt attention, his eager eyes fixed on the pages as I spun the tale of bravery and exploration. By the time I reached the part where the little wolf found solace under the silvery glow of the moon, my son was already fast asleep.

Only the words “Valid for one weekend. Use once. Burn after.” She stared at the picture every night while her vibrator buzzed between her legs and her husband slept in the next room. The fantasies grew darker each time. Five strangers. A penthouse suite. No names. No limits except the safe word she knew she would never use. Just a weekend of being used so thoroughly she would feel them for weeks. Friday arrived cold and wet. She told her husband she was having a girls’ night in the city. He kissed her cheek and told her to have fun. She almost came right there in the doorway from the guilt and the thrill.

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.

****Amira***** I decided to tell the kids stories, I told them about the werewolves that lives in the woods. I told them how the werewolves would come out at night, and how they would howl at the moon. I described them as being large, powerful creatures with sharp teeth and glowing eyes. The children were enthralled by the story, and they huddled close together, eyes wide. I didn’t want to completely tell the kids that their was father is a werewolf, I was gradually preparing their minds for it..

Somewhere in some distant memories where vampires and werewolves existed among the humans in low profile, there was a very young lass excited to listen to her mother’s bedtime story every night. “Mom, tell me a new story.” an excited five years old young wolf jumps up and down as she ushers her mother for another bedtime story. “What kind of story you wanted to hear this time, hm?” her mother smiled as she carried her daughter toward her bed. “Hmm, what about vampires?” the young wolf suggested with her innocent tone that made her mother shake her head.

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.

'Then this is my own kid' Mr Juan replied. Your dad had to stay with Mr Juan in case the police calls about the kids. So the end. What do you mean the end? One of Kate friends asked and he replied, that all. When it was around 8p.m I went out to face my fear for I knew the night was another full moon and those Black Cults would come again. I waited for several minutes till it was exactly 9p.m. Others were inside, the Voodoo man has gone so only I was outside. I brought out the Black cults book to read again and suddenly, I saw yellowish light coming from the middle of the book.

Are you sure you truly want me there tonight? I stared at the glowing screen for a brief second, my fingers hovering over the keypad before typing back a single, firm word. Yes. By the time I finished reviewing the final legal contracts for the evening, the sun had long set, leaving the city skyline bathed in dark blues and streetlights. I grabbed my suit jacket, took my keys, and drove straight to the hotel suite I had booked under a private name. I tapped the keycard against the electronic lock, pushed the heavy oak door open, and stepped into the dim room. A faint, quiet smile touched my lips as the door clicked shut behind me.