Short Bedtime Stories For Adults Online の小説・ストーリー

It is a few minutes past 7:30 pm and we are preparing to go to bed. We sleep pretty early because we wake up so early too. I and Laura have been at home since she got back from school. We had a nice daddy-and-daughter time and I enjoyed every bit of it. As usual. Since we both lost her mom, I have worked extra hard to distract myself from all the pain of losing my beautiful wife. So I am grateful for and excited about every opportunity I get to spend time with my daughter. I give her a hot shower, get her dressed in her pyjamas and lay my little princess to sleep. Just as I’m about to step out of her room, I hear her cute tiny little voice say “Daida please can you read me a bedtime story a

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.

"Are you crying?" I touched my face. It was wet. When had I started crying? "No, baby. Just tired. My eyes are tired." "You should go to bed early," Tanner said seriously. "That's what you always tell us when we're tired." Out of the mouths of babes. "You're right. Early bedtime for everyone tonight." "But Mommy—" "No buts. It's been a long day. Let's get ready for bed and I'll read you both two stories instead of one."

BEFORE YOU READ Nobody is coming to save you. Themes: Forced Proximity, Snowed In, Size Difference, Breeding Kink. This story features a possessive, reclusive hero who hasn't seen a woman in years. Expect primal play, rough sex, and intense possessiveness. (***) Gabrielle

I would come home from my boring nine-to-five job, sink into my bed, scroll for a while, sleep, and wake up the next day to repeat the same routine. I unlocked my phone and started scrolling through different apps. I had no one to talk to, so I didn’t even bother checking my messages. Then a notification popped up, I bit my lip when I saw it was a p**n link. My fingers hesitated above the screen, my heart began to beat a little faster. My life might be boring, but I couldn’t deny myself of pleasure. I clicked on it and reached for the drawer beside my bed, pulling out the vibrator I had bought weeks ago but barely used. The video started playing and showed two men and a woman. One was betwee

My clit throbbed under my thumb while I pushed two fingers inside curling them to my satisfaction. Tonight I wanted more. The tips I had made from the other streams had already paid for the electricity and left some for groceries. So I locked the bedroom door, dimmed the lamp until it was almost dark in the room and I started the private show Regular47 requested. Just him and I. I left the voice changer on but turned it lower than usual so my real voice slipped out in places. “Hey stranger,” I murmured. “You’ve been good to me tell me what you want tonight.”

The notification lit up my phone at 11:47 PM. KinkConnect: New match - DomDaddy_SFBay I was three glasses of wine deep, sprawled on my couch in just a t-shirt and panties, my hand already between my legs because I'd been scrolling through profiles for the past hour getting myself worked up. I clicked on his profile with my free hand, still slowly circling my clit with the other. Ryan, 34. Experienced Dom. Not interested in brats or princesses. Looking for a slut who knows her place and wants to be used properly. If you need your hand held through every step, swipe left.

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.

Micah cracked one eye open and grumbled, “Where’s my bedtime story?” Adrian scooped him up, kissed his sandy hair. “I’ll tell you one.” Zaya reached for me, sleepy and small and safe. I carried her inside, her head tucked under my chin — her soft breaths a promise that the future could be gentle, if we let it. We lay curled together in that tiny beachside cabana, the windows cracked open to let in the hush of the waves. Adrian’s voice drifted through the dark, telling the children about two wolves and two sisters and the lie that became a truth that saved them all.

I don't want her to ask too many questions. "It's four, I don't think I can sleep anymore" She followed me upstairs. Later in the evening, I rushed out of the house to the river and waited until Jordan showed up. "What do you want?" He asked with an irritation on his face. "I just wanted to tell you that I can easily shift now" I happily said but he wasn't the least excited. "So?" "So, I can meet the wolves?" I grinned but he chuckled. How wicked. "Shifting doesn't make you a wolf"