Sexual Bedtime Stories Novels & Stories

She looked sleepy already, her eyelids getting heavier. “Bedtime story?” she whispered. I tucked her in and sat beside her. Liam sat on the other side. She held both our hands tightly, refusing to let go. I read her favorite book until her breathing turned steady and her fingers loosened. Liam whispered softly, “She is asleep.” We slowly got up and walked out of the room, switching off the lights and leaving the door slightly open. In the hallway, Liam leaned his head against the wall and exhaled. “That felt good,” he said. “Being the three of us like that.”

Jake stroked himself beside us, whispering filth: “Imagine if Dad walked in, seeing his stepsons balls-deep in you.” The thought pushed me over again. Ryan pulled out, coming on my tits, rubbing it in like lotion. Jake took his turn, flipping me onto my stomach, ass up. He entered roughly, the bed creaking softly. “Quiet, slut,” he warned, but his thrusts were punishing. He came inside, the risk of no protection thrilling us all. We fell asleep in a pile, them sneaking out before dawn.

“I’ve gotten so used to having you here. Inside me. Everywhere.” Ethan pulled her onto his lap, his cock already stirring again. “Then let’s not waste any time.” That weekend they drove to a hotel two towns over for one uninterrupted night. No risk of neighbors, no need to be quiet. They barely left the room. Priya rode him on the private balcony after dark, her body glowing under the city lights as she moved on his cock with slow, sensual rolls of her hips. Later, in the huge glass shower, she let him take her ass again. He went slow at first, working her open with lubed fingers until she was begging for more. When he finally pushed inside, the tight heat made them both groan.

I hated sleeping with panties on, they always twisted or got stuck in my pussy making me uncomfortable, so I slipped off the panties I had put on after the shower and let it drop to the floor I pulled the silky set over my head and hips, the fabric sliding smooth, clinging just perfectly to my breasts and ass. I climbed onto my bed, pulled the thin sheet over my legs and lay on my back staring at the ceiling in the dark… waiting for sleep to come I don't know how long I lay there for sleep to come and I don't know how long I slept… but when I opened my eyes to the sound of my door closing, I didn't expect to see Leo's huge and dark form standing there

Once setting the firewood in place, making the dark room glowed through the orange flame and prepared enough heat to keep the small cabin warm all through the night, she sat by his only son, making herself and her rounded belly comfortable in the soft bed. "My son, it is time to go to sleep. Now, what stories do you wish me to tell you? I have many already prepared for you. Is it about a king? Or how vampires or the werewolves come to exist? Or a princess who falls into a deep slip after being prick by a cursed needle? Which one would you like to hear, my love?" The young boy looked like he was thinking rather hard and his eyebrow scrunched, figuring what stories would be good. After a few m

I whispered to myself while shooting my wildly beating heart. Taking a deep breath I gave myself the courage to take Zanvil naughty talks more maturely and when to do my work with still wildly beating hearts. We all ate our dinner together and through dinner, Zanvil was not stopping being naughty. He is determined to do what he said today. That thought caused me to increase my heartbeat. After dinner was done it was time for tugging my babies to the bed. They won't sleep unless I read them their bedtime story while lying with them in their bed. Lying with them I started reading their favorite bear family story and I don't know when I dozed off with them.

And within five minutes I was sound asleep. THE NIGHT TAKES A TURN Now, if you've made it this far, you may be wondering if perhaps I oversold this story in my introduction. Sure, it's a sweet story, maybe even a decently erotic one, but ultimately it's just been about a guy having sex with his wife on a camping trip. That can't be "the story to beat all stories," can it? Well, hold your judgment, because this is where things get really nuts.

He watched every second, jaw tight, eyes locked on my lips stretched around the thick toy. “Good girl,” he murmured. “Now tell me the truth. How many times have you come with my name on your lips while Jenna slept ten feet away?” “Hundreds,” I admitted, voice completely wrecked. “Every time she left the apartment. Every night you stayed over for Christmas. I’d lock myself in the bathroom or wait until she was asleep and finger myself until I couldn’t walk, whispering ‘Daddy’ into my pillow so no one would hear how badly I needed you.”

I sat with my back on the headboard while Aiden and Abby lay on either side of me, with their heads leaning against me as I told them as much as I could remember from one of the bedtime stories Celine and I were usually forced to sit through back at the foster home. We always found it boring and would be among the first kids to do off before she even read two lines from the story, the other kids would fall closely behind, it was that dreadful. But tonight, the kids found my old, half-complete, gap-filled story fascinating enough to listen to as I tried to lull them to sleep.

Through stories, through silence, through drawings left like breadcrumbs in the night. I didn’t sleep right away. I sat up with the map in my hands, the soft snores of Mera carrying through the walls, and Aaron’s bedroom door shut but not locked. I remembered the way he used to sleep as a baby — one hand curled against his cheek, a faint whimper when the blankets got too warm and I thought about the woman who’d watched him grow in my place. The bedtime stories she told. The lies she fed him wrapped in gold ribbons.