Sexual Bedtime Stories Novels & Stories

I would be damned if I only instructed them and left. For a million years, my order would only accumulate dirt, as Ethan and Ezra would bury themselves in their video games and Emily would baby Penny. “Mum, tell us a bedtime story.” Ezra pleaded. Defeated, I began my tale of the legendary Wolf's King and his Luna. It happened to be their favourite story, and they never grew weary of it. In less than ten minutes, they were all fast asleep, like wasted adults. I tucked them into bed and watched them sleep for a while before turning off the light.

I had soaked the sheets down to the mattress. The faintest grin crossed Nathan’s face. “You need some kind of pleasure in your life. I can’t give it to you. Not like this. Remember all the fun we used to have? All the sexy shit we used to do.” A shiver ran down my spine as I thought about Nathan in healthier times. Our love life had never been an issue. No matter how broken we were, or how petty the argument, our sex life was something that never suffered. Sometimes we would fight over the smallest of things just to end up fucking like rabbits. It was a miracle I didn't get pregnant.

I’d wash them in the morning. This became a regular conclusion to our evenings. Alex would retreat to his room to do homework or relax. When he was ready to sleep, he would usher me in by calling, “Mom!, Goodnight Kiss!” He would be lying on his back in his bed waiting for me. I knew he was ready because there was a cute little tent formed in the bedsheet by his erect tent pole. I’d sit down beside him, slide my hand under the sheet, and stroke his penis. It didn’t take long. I’d only need to stoke him a few dozen times before he was cumming. It was all over in less than thirty seconds. He’d thank me. I’d give him a Goodnight Kiss on the cheek and go to bed myself. I’d wash the sheets the ne

It turns out his wife's story really got him worked up. "So, do you want me to continue my story?" Alana asked, making Leo shake his head. "No, I don't need a story right now to put me to sleep," Leo said, as Alana leaned in with a wide grin. "So, do you need some help putting that to sleep, without a story, of course?" Alana offered, making Leo burst into laughter again at his wife's boldness in discussing intimate matters like this. “You always manage to surprise me with all your antics. I had no idea you were into bedtime stories like that," Leo said.

Lauren says but she rolls over to make room for her half sister to lie down next to her. "Well, you know my opinion," Kristina says, pulling her knees up and spreading her creamy thighs for me. "Mine, too," I answer while aligning my cock between Kristina's glossy pussy lips. Lauren scoots closer and starts caressing Kristina's breasts as I slide my cock into her anxious pussy. "A bedtime fuck does sound nice," Lauren says quietly, obviously giving the idea more consideration. "Hmm mmm," Kristina answers as she wraps her legs around me and digs her heels into my ass cheeks.

"Mommy, can we read two stories tonight? Not just one?" I raised an eyebrow, fighting a smile. "Two stories? You're getting greedy, mister." "Please?" He deployed the full force of those brown eyes, the same ones I saw in the mirror every morning, now weaponized against me. "Okay, two stories," I conceded, already reaching for his current favorites. "But no more sneaky requests after that, deal?" "Deal!" He snuggled closer, small fingers tracing the illustrations as I read about dragons and knights, magical forests and brave adventurers. His commentary grew slower, sleepier, until finally, his breathing evened out against my shoulder.

The boys were too tired to put up their usual bedtime resistance, allowing themselves to be tucked into their beds with minimal fuss. "Story?" Ethan requested, his eyes already half-closed. "Short one," I promised, settling into the chair between their beds while Thomas leaned against the doorframe. I chose a familiar story about brave little mice going on adventures, my voice soft and soothing in the dim light of their room. By the time I reached the end, both boys were fast asleep, their breathing deep and even. Thomas and I tiptoed out of their room, leaving the door slightly ajar as always.

I did, however, spritz a tiny bit of my perfume, not because of him, but I needed to smell like something other than defeat. “Bed time, baby.” I said to Leo as I approached him. "Would you read me a story?” He asked, rubbing his eyes as I sat back on the bed. "Story time it is, baby." I agreed. I picked up a small book about a brave little tugboat. "Once there was a boat who had to navigate a very big, very dark ocean..." I read to him, my voice a soothing hum, until his breathing deepened and his grip on my hand loosened. I leaned down and kissed his forehead, my heart breaking a little more. "I love you, my little general. Sleep tight."

She was so entranced watching the unraveling strings of Steven’s seminal fluid that she was suddenly brought back to the present when Steven quietly said in her ear, "I think it's time we got some sleep, Lara." She looked into his eyes, "Dad, I don't want to be alone tonight. Would it be okay if I slept with you, in your bed?" Without saying another word, Steven stood up and took her hand, leading her out of the hot tub and into the house. Lost in their own thoughts but still holding hands, they went into the master bedroom. Lara slipped silently under the covers. Steven watched her for a few brief seconds before sliding into bed next to her, pulling her tightly to him and spooning his naked

Luke joined us, kneeling and wrapping us both in his arms. “No monsters here, buddy,” Luke said, kissing his curls. “Only superheroes.” “I don’t want to sleep alone,” Eli mumbled. I exchanged a soft look with Luke, who only smiled and nodded. Then you won’t,” I said gently. We headed back to the bathroom, where I filled the tub a little more and slipped in with Eli resting against my chest, his breathing slowing as the warmth soothed him. Afterward, we all curled up in bed, Luke reading Eli’s favorite bedtime story; The Boy and the Silver Lion, a book Zephan had gifted him. Luke read out loud with that deep, calming voice our son loved so much. Eli nestled between us, eyelids drooping.