Short Bed Time Stories For Adults Novels & Stories

Chapter 4: LORA'S POV. Mom always used to tell me before her death, “no good comes from men.” She was so wrong, because having Roderick between my thighs, with his lips firm around my clit, was the best thing that had ever happened to me. He had thrown me on his bed earlier, still naked and wet. He didn't mind that his bed was about to be soaked, and he definitely couldn't wait a few seconds before tearing my clothes off my body and pushing his face in-between my thighs.

Friday night house warming solo but Harlan texted coming wife kids asleep snuck in back door fucked every room kitchen counter ass up cum sink bedroom mattress tested cock pounding walls shaking living room couch reverse cowgirl tits bouncing cum tits bathroom shower soapy anal against glass fogged handprints. Collapsed bed new sheets soft cum drying skin body humming sated but craving more endless cycle pussy clenching empty fingers dipping slow circling clit chasing one last peak before sleep claimed whispering his name soft.

“Just give me some time, I’m trying to take care of some things at the moment.” After that, the line went silent. I almost thought he had hung up, till I heard his soft sigh. I slumped my back against the bed frame, and tears streamed down my face. “Aaron, you need to go to sleep now,” I said, trying to coax him to sleep. “No, mom. Read me a bed time story since you’re not coming home” he murmured, his voice sleepy. “Alright,” I nodded, giving in to him. “So what type of story do you want to hear?”

I groaned in mortification as mum was telling a story about how we got scared during one Halloween night of our childhood. "Please go on." Kami said laughing hard as she held her stomach. Mum just ignored us pleading and began a new story. Sharing stories late into the night, Zoe also told stories about she and Kamila's life in highschool and growing. We finally decided to go in around 10pm. Kami stripped down to her bikini and fell fast asleep immediately her body touched the soft silky fabric of the bed. We joined her and also fell asleep on either sides caging her between our arms.

She said in suggestion. Herzl nods and gets up from the couch. Lisa follows him to his bedroom, where he gets to change into his pajamas. Then they sit down on his bed and Lisa begins to tuck him in. As she does, she asks. “Do you want me to tell you a bedtime story?” “Yes, please…" Herzl uttered, his eyes already beginning to droop as he lay comfortably on his bed. Lisa thinks for a moment before replying. “I'll tell you the story of the three little pigs.” She enounced. Herzl's eyes light up, and he gives a sleepy grin.

Then, in a low, even voice, she began telling stories. She told five. Thomas didn't seem remotely sleepy. In the past, by the third story, Theo would already have been asleep. But she knew better than to compare Thomas to him. Thomas's insomnia ran deep; his body and mind refused to rest easily. Patient as ever, Sharon kept going. She had prepared around thirty bedtime stories that night. If none of them worked, she would simply try another approach tomorrow. But the truth was—she hadn't slept much the night before, keeping vigil over him. Now, lulled by her own soft cadence and the drowsy pull of her words, she began to nod off mid-sentence.

I stared at Liam and my lips curved into a smile. " I promise you that everything is going to be fine really soon. What about I tell you a bedtime story?" I suggested, trying my best to cheer him up. " Yes! I would like you to tell me a bedtime story. I always listen to mommy's old same story every single night." Liam's eyes sparkled and I couldn't help it but smile. He looked so happy as though he wasn't sad just a few minutes ago. He laid back on the bed and I began to tell him one of the stories that my mother used to tell me when I was little. I watched as he slowly drifted into a deep slumber with a smile on his face and my heart warmed up.

"But I want to go home and get sleep, Mom." I knew that Laura was worried about me, so I didn't say anything else. We took a taxi and went back to the hotel. However, lying on the bed, I wasn't able to fall asleep at all. Laura held a book in her hand and said, "Mom, how about I read you a story? It'll make it easier for you to fall asleep." "Okay." I closed my eyes and listened to Laura's story. She then began with a childish voice. "Once upon a time..."

‘Can I see my bedroom? She asked innocently and he nodded the room was adjoining his and she would not be sleeping in it for very long, in a couple of weeks she would turn seventeen and he was determined to seduce her. He showed her the pretty lilac and pale blue room pointing out the ensuite and his adjoining door, ‘Just in case you have nightmares I will be there to protect you’ He said pulling her into his arms ‘Its beautiful’

she responded. “Adults can listen to bedtime stories too,” “You should take sleeping drugs if you find it difficult to sleep and maybe if you consume less caffeine you’ll sleep better,” she says. “Maybe. Maybe not,” I muttered. Only if she knows why I find it hard to sleep well sometimes. We settled into the living, and almost immediately I sat down and I saw Ryan’s call. “Good morning boss,” he greeted, “Good morning Ryan,” I said, “Sir. Marlo is here,” he said,