Night Time Stories For Adults Novels & Stories

Special Chapter 30: Stories of Old from The Dark Forest of Aubrianne Every night after supper, Damien Wolfsbane would tell Dorin about tales long gone. These are the stories he told him. First Evening As the night got deeper and the food around the fire was consumed, Damien Wolfsbane would ease himself on one of the thick furs scattered in the burrow’s floor and stretch out his long legs. When he is comfortable with the two kits side by side, one curled next to the other, he would give a deep sigh and tell a story...

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I asked frowning, I have never heard about this. Ray laughed, “ It was in the bedtime stories, my mother and granny used to recite them to us to make us scared of going out in the middle of the night. you know how pups are! As soon as they start shifting that’s what they all want to do for a long time. The male pups even go out at night to run through the woods. So to keep me and my brothers safe, my mother and granny told us this myth. How at night a creature who is not man nor beast roams the landing of woods and if pups go there, he will eat them.”

She had a late sociology lab; I was done by one. Friday afternoons were my sanctuary. The only time the house was empty, silent, and completely mine. And I had a ritual. It started a month ago. I'd ordered my first real adult magazine online, discreetly shipped in plain packaging. 'Sinful Nights. It felt like holding contraband. This wasn't the soft-focus suggestive stuff; this was graphic, explicit, a window into a world of unapologetic lust. In our digital age, it felt strangely more intimate, more dangerous, than just pulling up a site.

At a young age, she learned how to pleasure herself. What people didn’t know was that she also posted explicit photos and video pleasuring herself on adult websites. Scarlet had no idea how long Arnulfo had been eating her out. He didn’t spare her thighs either, licking and worshipping them. By the time she realized it, they were already at the foot of Arnulfo’s large bed, with him thrusting between her legs. Her strappy stilettos were still on, and her dress had gathered around her flat stomach. Her legs were slung over Arnulfo’s arms, spread wide, while he continued to pound her relentlessly despite their gasps for air.

The expression on their face and the glistening fold told me they were having the time of their lives and my pussy clenched so hard I pressed my thighs together. I was dripping again, the images burning into my mind. I imagined myself in those positions, Sameal standing over me with that massive cock. I forced myself to close the drawer and leave the room, but the images stayed with me all day. By the time night came, I was aching. Unable to take it any longer I lay in bed, my legs spread wide as my fingers slid through my folds. I teased my clit slowly at first, remembering the way he stroked himself. My other hand moved to my breasts, pinching my nipples hard, imagining his hands instead.

He leaned close, lips brushing her ear. "Tomorrow night. Same time."

Micah cracked one eye open and grumbled, “Where’s my bedtime story?” Adrian scooped him up, kissed his sandy hair. “I’ll tell you one.” Zaya reached for me, sleepy and small and safe. I carried her inside, her head tucked under my chin — her soft breaths a promise that the future could be gentle, if we let it. We lay curled together in that tiny beachside cabana, the windows cracked open to let in the hush of the waves. Adrian’s voice drifted through the dark, telling the children about two wolves and two sisters and the lie that became a truth that saved them all.

"You know the rules. Bedtime is bedtime. And besides, they probably want to have some grown-up talk." "What do grown-ups talk about?" I think for a second, then grin down at him. "Taxes," I say. "And their boring, boring jobs." Brandon wrinkles his nose in distaste. "Ugh." "Yeah, it's terrible," I say with a mock sigh, "but you have to do it, when you're a grown-up. Luckily for you, you're still a kid. So we don't have to talk about mortgages, and instead, I get to tell you a bedtime story. How's that sound?"

Wild and Free. "Now that you know my story, or the gist of it, why don't you continue about your man?" My hands twirled in my lap again before I blurted it out. "Dominick works in the adult film industry. He was the top porn star for XXX Studios for years, but now he's branching out to start his own studio. That's why he's not here right now." She leaned back in her chair and studied me, but her gaze made me uncomfortable as I shifted in my seat. What the hell was she thinking? Not knowing was driving me mad.