Sexy Bed Time Stories Novels & Stories

Kinks: Sleepy sex, somnophilia (consensual), edging, soft domination The room was bathed in shadows, the only light coming from the dim streetlamp outside, casting faint lines across the bedspread. Everything else was quiet, wrapped in a calm so thick it felt almost alive. She lay on the soft mattress, her body still and warm beneath the thin cotton sheet. The vibrator hummed softly between her thighs, its steady pulse a gentle reminder of the pleasure lingering just beneath the surface of sleep.

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.

“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.

“Seriously Ashley, I might get upset if you go through my messages.” “Dumb boy messages, just let go of me, I don't care anymore.” “Promise?” “Yeah.” She scoffed and he did, she didn't try taking the phone again and he lay beside her. “You should be sleeping, it's late already.” “I know and am exhausted, but I can't seem to fall asleep. Can you tell me a bedtime story?” “Bedtime stories are for kids, not twenty-one-year-olds.” “Just tell me one.” “Okay, I don't really know much so how about I tell you the story of a demon who has lived for over a thousand years.”

I duck my face away into the pillow, calming down, “Fine but how do I sleep? I'm horny and it is not like you want to read me stories.” “I don't have to read, I can tell you one.” “Oh please, Leo. Fuck off.”

“You've had too much excitement for one night.” I yawned, voice muffled by his hand. “Where's the crab dip...?” My eyelids fluttered. I snuggled against the pillow. Samael sipped his tea. He watched me, apparently amused. “I'll tell you a bedtime story.” Samael flicked his forefinger. The couch's comforter flew through the air and covered me. I burrowed myself beneath it. “About what?” I murmured, dozing.

I said assuringly. “No. I don't wanna stay alone." She begged, dragging my wrist. Realizing that there was no other way I could leave the room, I came up with an idea. ‘I’m going to tell her a story until she falls asleep!’ "Okay, Marissa, you know what? I have enough stories to tell you, tonight! Do you wanna hear it?” “Yes!" She answered enthusiastically. "Then, climb into bed ASAP!” I said eagerly as both of us crawled into bed, throwing the covers over us.

I had soaked the sheets down to the mattress. The faintest grin crossed Nathan’s face. “You need some kind of pleasure in your life. I can’t give it to you. Not like this. Remember all the fun we used to have? All the sexy shit we used to do.” A shiver ran down my spine as I thought about Nathan in healthier times. Our love life had never been an issue. No matter how broken we were, or how petty the argument, our sex life was something that never suffered. Sometimes we would fight over the smallest of things just to end up fucking like rabbits. It was a miracle I didn't get pregnant.

“What story do you want to listen to?” “Hmm….” She thought about his question for a long time but nothing particular came to her. After all, she had never listened to any bedtime stories growing up, as her parents were always busy, even at night. “If you kiss me again, I’ll tell you a story.”. “Hmm… muack.” She kissed him through the phone as the man asked. “A long time ago, there was this girl…” Sebastian’s voice was soft and comforting. “And?” Sabrina yawned.

He seemed just woken up. I stood up and lifted him. I slowly rocked him, put his head between my neck. "Not yet, Baby. Go to sleep again." "I can't, Mommy. I miss Daddy's bedtime stories." He murmured. "I'll just tell you a story." I sighed. "What bedtime story do you want?" "It's about the King and Queen. The King left his Queen in the war so the enemy got the Queen." What the hell. "Baby, why-" I stopped speaking when the door opened. He was surprised to see us. Reid dropped from my grasp and ran towards Wright.