Sex Stories Sleep Novels & Stories

" I kiss her hard and pull out. I lay her down and we get under the covers. I pull her back to my chest. I nuzzle my head in her neck. "You're so fucking sexy." "Mmm...you too." And I drift off into the best sleep I've had in weeks.

He closed his eyes and laughed. "I'm bi sexual, but am wed to Rai," he replied and I narrowed my eyes and blantonly checked him out. "Yeah, I'd have sex with you, your one hot man. Plus you're funny, but I'm soulmates with Ellis, so probably not," I mumbled softly and yawned. I watched him lean back and close his eyes. I snapped my boxers and t-shirt onto myself and said goodnight. He cracked his eyes open and I felt his eyes on me the entire way up the stairs. I fell face first into the bed and had bizarre dreams about having sex with Sebastian. I was feeling guilty about it when I rolled over and hit a large body. I opened my eyes and groaned. I shook the man next to me.

Kinks: Sleepy sex, somnophilia (consensual), edging, soft domination The room was bathed in shadows, the only light coming from the dim streetlamp outside, casting faint lines across the bedspread. Everything else was quiet, wrapped in a calm so thick it felt almost alive. She lay on the soft mattress, her body still and warm beneath the thin cotton sheet. The vibrator hummed softly between her thighs, its steady pulse a gentle reminder of the pleasure lingering just beneath the surface of sleep.

i screamed within while keeping it cool on the outside . My voice shook. “There are only three known originals.” Adrian leaned casually against the wall. “There are four.” My head snapped toward him. “You’re joking.” He didn’t look like he was joking. Then Adrian said something that made my stomach flip. “Tell me what else in this room shouldn’t exist.” I walked slowly through the gallery. My heart was pounding like I had just stepped into a dream. Paintings I had only studied in textbooks hung casually on these walls. A Delacroix sketch.

“Eat me. God, your husband has no idea what a filthy slut his wife really is.” Norma moaned into her cunt, the shame only making her wetter. They fucked like that for hours, trying every position, using every toy Norma had brought — the wand buzzing against swollen clits, the strap-on filling them both, scissoring until their thighs were drenched and their voices hoarse. Every orgasm left them needing more, greedy for another, like the sex itself was a secret drug. When morning came, Norma’s phone buzzed with a text from her husband: Hope work isn’t too crazy. Can’t wait to see you tonight.

As their orgasms abated, Damon rolled to the side between both women, who curled up on either side of him, and all three fell asleep. ⸻ The smell of sex hung heavy in the air as Damon opened his eyes and stretched his arms over his head. Both women were still asleep with him in the middle. Bree’s arm lay draped across his chest, while Julia’s hand rested on his upper thigh with her fingers lightly gripping his soft penis.

For the past Five years, i had only slept with one man. The idea of stripping down for another terrified me. I was far from a virgin when I met Nathan, but I had never thought about anyone else since then. Who would want me, anyway? I wasn’t the Greek goddess that Nathan fell in love with…young, fine, and tight. I was having gray hairs now, my tits were a little saggy and well my stomach that needed shapewear to look decent in anything. Not to mention, my pussy didn’t get wet without the help of lube most of the time. I’d be a hassle to anyone looking to be pleased sexually.

Xenia I roll around in the silky sheets of the soft bed stretching as I finally stir awake. Memories of what happened come flashing back like a sweet dream and I can’t stop smiling as I think about them. Me and Demetrius, we had sex, mind-blowing, otherworldly, literally orgasmic sex. The way his tongue felt, seeing him in between my legs, and feeling him inside made my core throb and stomach tighten. A truly euphoric experience. I wanted to relive the moments over and over again. I wanted more.

I responded and he rotated his hips to grind more into my honey pot. I screamed by raising my head from the pillow. Only for me to realise it was all a dream. Again! This is the second night after the unexpected crazy romance in Christos Fernandez's office and ever since then, it had been one crazy dream to the other every time I close my damn eyes. I keep waking up in the night with sweat and unfulfilled sexual frustration and the palpitating dampness between my thighs is a testament to this. This is getting crazier and unacceptable every minute.

When he barely let them had any sleep, Vincenzo likes to think it's not entirely his fault that his dick always get excited at the sight of her and always energetic. She looks so beautiful and hot, even when she's asleep, she still looks sexy. Like a trained seductress, and Vincenzo could resist her. They have sex again two more times throughout the night, as we speak. His crotch is straining painfully at the mere feeling of her soft delicate body laying partially on his body. He wants her again but restrain from having his way, she must be sore from their previous activities and didn't want to add to it, even though it's killing him.