Sexual Bedtime Stories Novels & 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.

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.

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.

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.

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I sighed. His black loungewear contrasted with the cream-colored bedsheets. I walked over, gently plucked the book from his grasp, and held it up with mock disapproval. I sat beside him and suggested, "Instead of reading, how about I tell you a bedtime story?" Amusement flickered in his eyes. "That drink is hitting you pretty hard," he said with a smirk tugging at his lips. I waved away his comment and patted my thigh invitingly. "Come on, it will put you to sleep fast! Don always liked to rest his head on my lap, and often fell asleep like that..."

I waited for my legs to stop shaking before laying there as though I am lifeless. After that orgasm we both had, he lay us back in the bed kissing. "I hope daddy gets back soon" the last thing I say before dosing off to sleep. ******* (Lizzie POV) I'm in a strange bedroom, lying on my side on silk sheets. Suddenly it comes rushing back: sex in the forest, the cabin in the woods. I move my arms and abruptly realise they're tied above my head.

Ch-1 --------------------- [Warning: this story is in the 'incest' category. As a result, the mother and son in this tale might have a relationship which you might find unsettling. At the end, when they kiss each other goodnight, neither of them has to go to another bedroom. The father already sleeps there.]