Sleep Sex Story นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Of course you want to see that. I swallowed and smiled a little at Asahd who smiled back. “Now we eat, then we sleep. After that, we wake up at around eight or so, and shower. Then we make love until we pass out. Perfect plan isn’t it?” he said and I giggled. “Indeed. I’m gonna love this night,” I smirked at him, my cheeks burning because of my evil plan. ′I’ll do it. I have to. I just have to. Once I start, it’s gonna be easier for sure. I’ve read many erotica novels. I think I can try and do same, right?

I held on to the headboard of the bed tightly while my lover f*cks me hard from behind. I let out a loud moan as he hit me deep inside me. He pounded into me with so much force that I feel him in my womb. My knees were propped up on the soft bed, my ass is up while he held my waist tightly. It’s 5 AM in the morning, and Sylvius suddenly woke me up. I think I’ve only been asleep for a few hours because he didn’t really stop taking me last night. The seduction I did was effective, and my see-through lingerie is in pieces. Oh well, I can still buy more.

Alex inquired, a playful glint in his eyes. I smiled, my curiosity piqued by the mystery of this grand abode. “Where is your bedroom?” I asked, eager to explore this personal space of his. “Good question,” Alex replied, his voice laced with a hint of playfulness. He wrapped his arms around me in a warm embrace, leading me towards the bedroom. As the door to the bedroom opened, our clothes were already on the floor, scattered. The bedroom was a testament to luxury, with a large, plush bed that promised comfort. We made love for a good 2 hours, lost in each other's presence, exploring the depths of our relationship in the most intimate way.

She’s staring at me, eyes wide. I shrug, swirling the wine in my glass. “Not exactly. Just until the wedding. We’d already agreed to not have sex until the wedding night.” She leans back, folding her arms. “That’s a whole new level of self-control. Are we sure he’s not an alien? I mean were you okay with the no-actual-sex thing?” “I was, until he started saying Ashlyn’s name and the fucking safe word in his sleep.” “He did what now?” Lisa’s eyes are wider.

Larissa's sleep quality improved significantly. Nearly every night, around 11 pm, she would begin to feel drowsy, and within a couple of minutes of closing her eyes, she would fall into a deep, dreamless slumber. She would wake up to the warm glow of daylight, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated.

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.

So I just said, “It’s been a really long time since I’ve had any.” “Yeah, me too,” she said. That’s when her mom yelled at us to stop talking and get some sleep. We both yelled "okay” and turned over. We left the candle glowing in the corner so we could find our stuff in case we needed to go pee. Sleep wasn’t coming. Not after Sally’s vivid, no-filter storytelling about her sex life. She’d lit a fire in me that wasn’t going out anytime soon. It was too hot under the blanket. I kicked it off. I needed to cum—bad. I was still soaked just from listening to her.

"You're moving in with him." "It's a contract. It's not romantic." "You're moving into a billionaire's mansion because of a scandal that started when you went home with him on Christmas Eve." She looked at me over the top of the box. "Ava. Even you have to admit that's a story." "It's a nightmare." "It's both." She handed me another box. "Does he know that you talk in your sleep?" "I do not talk in my sleep." "You absolutely do. I heard you at my birthday sleepover in 2019 having what sounded like a full argument with someone about cheese."

I know she's better off without me, but I need her around to keep me sane and distract me from my dangerous life, at least that's what I tell myself. Ever since I was a child, I've been plagued by these nightmares. Horrific images and sounds would haunt my sleep, leaving me exhausted and on edge. But the first time I fucked her, something changed. Suddenly, the nightmares weren't as intense, and I found myself sleeping better than I had in years. I can't explain it, it’s probably the sex, at least that’s what I try to convince myself.

Unfortunately, people like me sleep with one eye open because we never know who will come after us. Carrying her down the hallway, I stop in front of the guest room, but my legs refuse to move any further. Looking down at Sophia, I take a deep breath and inhale her sweet scent. I don’t think about what I’m going to do when I turn to my door and lay her on my bed. I don’t know if it’s the alcohol, but I’m too tired to fight this. All I want to do is hold her, if only for a moment. Sophia whimpers softly and curls her body over the mattress. I look down to see that she’s still wearing her dress and reach into my dresser for a plain t-shirt. As quickly as I can, I remove her dress and cover her