Sexual Bedtime Stories Novels & Stories

"We'll figure it out. Be discreet. No one needs to know yet." "And in the library?" "We're definitely doing that again." His hand slid down to cup my ass. "But next time, I want to fuck you in the stacks. Bend you over the rare books section where no one ever goes." My pussy clenched despite how exhausted I was. "When?" "Tomorrow night?" "Yes." We fell asleep tangled together, and when my alarm went off at 7 AM, he was already hard against my ass. "Morning sex?" he murmured.

He is looking a bit sleepy. “I can't sleep.” I mumble, with my eyes downwards. I couldn't look as him as I say this. I was feeling quite embarrassed. “So you want me to tell you a bed time story?” he asks in a deep sleepy voice, sitting up slowly. “I can't, I have a big meeting tomorrow and you know that.” “Can I just stay here? with you?” I question him giving him my best puppy eyes so he doesn't tell me no. He looks at me with wide eyes as if surprised with what I said before a smirk appears on his face. “You want to have sex with me?” He confirms.

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.

I whispered, my fingers trailing down his chest, carefully caressing the muscles beneath his shirt. His eyes darkened as they locked onto mine, but he didn’t pull away. “You’re a good liar,” he said, his voice hoarse. I let my hand wander up to his neck, my fingers grazing the skin there softly. “Maybe I’m not lying,” I murmured, leaning in, my lips almost brushing his. “Why don’t we sleep together tonight?” The horror and excitement that flashed across his face were almost comical. He swallowed hard, his breath catching in his throat. “Not have sex,” I clarified with a smirk, leaning back slightly. “Just sleep. Cuddle, talk?”

I tucked him in snugly, sitting beside him as he snuggled under his blankets. “Mummy, can you read me a story?” He asked me as he yawned, his eyes already growing heavy with sleep. I chuckled at this. No matter how sleepy Jameson got, he would never forget our bedtime story tradition. “Of course, sweetie.” I said softly and then pulled out a storybook from the shelf. It was his favourite that I had read to him countless times before. “Once upon a time...” I began to read, and by the time I was done a few minutes later, his eyes had fluttered shut, and he was now sound asleep.

She nodded earnestly, her little face serious as she scrubbed away. We then went to their room, where I helped them into their favorite pajamas. Zenith chose his dinosaur ones, while Zendaya picked her unicorn set. “Alright, into bed you go,” I said, tucking them under the covers. “How about a bedtime story?” Their faces lit up, and they nodded eagerly. I sat on the edge of the bed and began, “Once upon a time, in a vast and endless desert, there was a single seed. This seed was special because it had a dream—to become a beautiful flower.”

So he pushed her gently down on the bed and climbed over her. Seeing his strong body and stiff cock above her made her breathe heavily and begin to writhe under him. He was careful with everything, kissing her, fingering her, bringing her to a peak and then calming her back down. He watched her moan as she released years of yearning to be touched, until he didn’t think he could restrain himself any longer. As he pulled back, she started pleading for more. He quieted her with a kiss and slowly leaned into her, inch by inch, pressing himself into her, holding her down so she couldn’t wrap her legs around him and make him move faster, until he was deep within her. She moaned in the stillness of

The dimly lit bedroom was a sanctuary of sensual delights, where Aliyah and Logan had just finished making passionate love. Their naked bodies lay entangled in the aftermath of an intense sexual encounter, the sheets beneath them a mess of silk and sweat. Aliyah, her dark hair splayed across the pillow, breathed heavily, her eyes half-closed in satisfaction. Logan, his muscular frame glistening, rested his head on her chest, listening to the steady rhythm of her heart as it slowly returned to normal.

he whispered, his voice barely louder than a breath, "can you read me a bedtime story, please?" A tender smile graced my lips as I reached for the book he kept besides him.I settled down on the edge of his bed, and the words flowed from my lips as I read about adventurous journeys and brave heroes. Noah's eyelids grew heavier, his breaths steadier, and I knew he was drifting off to sleep. Closing the book gently, I leaned down to give him a gentle kiss on the forehead. His muttered softly, "Thank you, Princess Nanny." I gave a wide smile and I rose from my seat, dimming the overhead light and leaving his bedside lamp aglow.

Since the electricity has no power for tonight, the only light that we have here in his bedroom is a small candle and a piece of a flashlight. My blood rushes through my veins when I lay my body on the soft mattress of his bed. It really smells like him. I know this is bad. So fucking bad and forbidden. But I can’t help myself but imagine lustful thoughts with him, especially that his scent is all over the cushion that I'm now wrapping around my body. “Are you feeling scared?” He asked me with his husky voice. He’s still in his khaki shorts and sweatshirt when he laid down beside me.