Sexy Bed Time Stories Novels & Stories

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.”

No foreplay was required in this ecstatic world of perfection, and penetration was effected in a single snag-free glide. Tumbling back to reality, and almost falling off his stool in the process, Elliot sighed with regret. He really loved the ‘hotel room’ fantasy, although he had to admit it wasn’t entirely all his own work. The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them.

As the night deepened in the penthouse, Eli lay sandwiched between Zeke and Damien in the king-sized bed, the room bathed in the soft hum of the city lights filtering through the curtains. The air was warm, carrying the faint, lingering scent of their earlier sex—sweat, cum, and the earthy musk that clung to the sheets like a reminder of their tangled dynamic. Eli's body, still sore from the relentless encounters, was nestled comfortably between them: Zeke's muscular arm draped over his waist, possessive and grounding, while Damien spooned him from behind, his breath soft against Eli's neck. For a moment, everything was still, the exhaustion of the day pulling them into a fragile peace. But

I whispered with a loving smile, "which story would you like tonight?" Mathew's face lit up with excitement, his tiny hands reaching for his favorite book. "The one about the brave little wolf, Mumma!" I chuckled as I opened the book, a captivating story about a young wolf's grand adventure. Mathew listened with rapt attention, his eager eyes fixed on the pages as I spun the tale of bravery and exploration. By the time I reached the part where the little wolf found solace under the silvery glow of the moon, my son was already fast asleep.

she stammered, slightly out of breath—she had likely hurried over, once again breaking the rule they had just discussed earlier that day. "Read a bedtime story to Shareeza. She wants you to tell her one before she sleeps," Sebastian instructed, standing at the edge of the bed, reaching out to find a seat. "I'm not used to reading fairy tales, sir," Alethea hesitated. "Just do your best. She won't sleep without a story," Sebastian said firmly. Alethea turned to Shareeza, who was looking at her with pleading eyes. "Which story would you like me to read?" Alethea asked, walking toward the shelf where she had placed Shareeza's books earlier.

The night was cold, and I feared they would catch a cold, but they began to cry out loud on the road. People began to stare, so I had gotten them the ice cream. When they got home, I prepared for them a nice warm shower, and dressed them, making them ready for bed. “I'm craving a bedtime story, Mommy.” Nadia said, as I tucked them in. “I'll tell you one tomorrow. I'm exhausted, okay? What do you think about two bedtime stories tomorrow?” I asked, as a bribe. “Oh yeah! I want Rapunzel and Sleeping Beauty.”

Soft moans left Adria's lips between every lick and kiss, and Sebestian lined himself up and steadied himself to push in. The room filled with soft cries, and both of them stiffened in bed. "Hmm. She'll fall asleep. Come on, do it," Adria said, and she kissed Sebestian again. The room was quiet again, and Sebestian lined himself up again. Just as the tip breached Adria's rim, louder wails filled the room, and Sebestian sighed deeply. The baby phone on the nightstand showed a little girl moving around in her bed angrily. Adria groaned, and Sebestian pulled away and sat on his heels. His cock rocked hard against his stomach, and Adria laid out on the bed just as hard.

I hop on the bed and lean my head against her neck as I wrap my self around her. “I can’t sleep alone anymore. My nightmares keep haunting me” I said miserably. “I’m sorry, I wish there was something I could do or give you to make them go away forever” she said as she kissed the top of my head “Do you want me to tell you a bed time story?” she asked softly. I looked up at her radiantly and nodded my head in excitement. “Once upon a time, in a land far away, lived a beautiful young girl…”

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Behind her closed eyes, she saw Adam Johnson standing next to the tub. "Fuck yourself for me," he whispered, in her dream. "I want to see you masturbate for me." The moans escaped her hips as her thrusts became slightly more violent. She checked herself, quieting down in fear that her roommates might hear. Most likely they wouldn't be able to hear anything over the fan and through the walls, but it added a perverse sort of excitement to Adrienne to try to keep quiet while her passion mounted.