Novel & Cerita Sexual Bedtime Stories

I nodded and followed her to our little angels' room. Samantha tucked in Poppy, and I tucked in Violet. Poppy and Violet couldn't sleep without listening to bedtime stories, especially Poppy. I brought out the story we'd be reading tonight, "The Christmas Cookie," since Christmas was just a few weeks away. Samantha and I started reading the story, making it more real by adding sound effects with our mouths. Our little angels giggled, "awwn" ed, and pouted their lips until they fell asleep.

This was the first time he’d shared a bed with both his Mummy and Daddy, and he couldn’t contain his happiness. "Daddy," he said. "Yes, son?" "Can you tell me a bedtime story? Mummy always does it, but now that you’re staying, you should tell me one." Liam held my hand and Scott’s hand too, as if he wanted the three of us to stay connected forever. "I’m not very good at bedtime stories, but I’ll give it a try," Scott replied. Scott began telling Liam a bedtime story until he fell asleep. I tucked him in with the duvet and turned to the other side of the bed, trying to sleep. But I couldn’t, no matter how hard I tried.

As I moved towards the master bedroom, I could hear the sounds of pleasure and ecstasy slipping through the gap of the door. Looking thrоugh the little gap by the dооr, I saw my fiancée on all fours with her ass in the air, getting fucked dоggiе style bу Ellen, who had on a strap-on dildo. Selena's hands were tied and hooked up to the poles by the head of the bed. Mу fiancee has a small fetish about being tired and rendered immobile or rеѕtrаinеd. Once ѕhе iѕ, she's willing to go along with anything you want. She really gets turned on by it.

“I think… I’d like that.” He helped me onto the blanket he had laid out on the terrace floor. We sat side by side, shoulders touching lightly. The stars were breathtaking. I felt my body relax in a way I hadn’t in months, just letting myself exist in the quiet company of Damon Moretti. “I want a bedtime story,” I said suddenly, breaking the peaceful silence. He looked at me, raising one eyebrow. “A bedtime story? From me?” “Yes. You’re my bedtime storyteller tonight,” I said, trying to sound playful, though my heart was racing.

He stood up and lifted me in his arms. “What are you doing?” I asked, watching him as he carried me to his bed. “I'm gonna fuck you and make sure you don't get to walk properly tomorrow.” My cheeks grew warmer as I sucked in a deep breath. “I really hope we didn't wake Mom and Dad up.” I said and he scoffed. Just then,I heard a door opening and I froze. “Did you hear that?” I asked but Sam was trying to get his lube from his drawer. “Sam?” I called. He turned to look at me before moving towards the bed. He made me lay on my back and immediately,he buried his face in my pussy.

Brushed her teeth and got ready for bed. Shayla lay down beside her on the bed. Angel curled up close. Rested her head on Shayla's shoulder. Grayson sat in the chair beside the bed. Picked up a storybook from the nightstand. He started reading. A fairy tale. About a princess and a knight and a dragon. His voice was soft. Soothing. Perfect for bedtime. Angel's eyes started getting heavy. Drooping. Closing. Within fifteen minutes, she was asleep. Breathing slow and steady. Peaceful.

DAWN’S POV Author's warning: The next two chapters contain a descriptive sex scene. If you are comfortable with explicit content, please proceed. If not, read at your own risk. I squatted in the middle of my room, stroking my young son's face as he wept. "Come on now, honey, it's time for you to go to bed in your own room." "I can't sleep alone," Waylen cried, his face crumpling in distress. "I have nightmares!"

Alex inquired, a playful glint in his eyes. I smiled, my curiosity piqued by the mystery of this grand abode. “Where is your bedroom?” I asked, eager to explore this personal space of his. “Good question,” Alex replied, his voice laced with a hint of playfulness. He wrapped his arms around me in a warm embrace, leading me towards the bedroom. As the door to the bedroom opened, our clothes were already on the floor, scattered. The bedroom was a testament to luxury, with a large, plush bed that promised comfort. We made love for a good 2 hours, lost in each other's presence, exploring the depths of our relationship in the most intimate way.

I offered, keeping my voice soft. Lila nodded against me. “The one where the dinosaur has a mommy and daddy who never leave.” “Yeah,” I whispered, throat tight. “That one.” Dante picked up the thread effortlessly, his deep voice weaving in like it was made for bedtime tales. “Once upon a time, there was a little dinosaur named Lila-Roar…” We took turns, spinning the silly story until her breathing evened out, her hand still loosely gripping my shirt. The room felt smaller in the best way—cozy, filled with love that had nothing to do with the intensity from earlier and everything to do with this. Us.

I commanded. We had three young kids now and we often couldn't have sex at night. One of them woke up in the middle of the night and wanted to sleep with us because they thought there was a boogeyman in their bedroom, and that was the case most of the time. So I only had time in-between to make love to my wife. It didn't matter which room we did it in, I made sure I kept the condoms hidden.