Sleep Sex Story Novels & Stories

‘sipping my coffee gently and going back to the bed my sexy girl was in deep sleep as I was still having a hard on, I raised her legs up and entered her from behind as she was moaning sleepily, I was fucking her so damn gently and she was moaning in her sleep, "I love you” she said again to me smiling, "I like you too my sexy girl I replied her, don't love and I don’t care if she heard me or not, smiling and fucking her so gently for long before I released right inside my sexy girl Lizzy covering her with duvet so that she doesn’t catch cold before I finally slept off.

She grilled me like I was on trial for Crimes Against Horniness, cross-examining me over every single sexless second I’d spent under the same roof as Ashton. I told her we hadn’t slept together. Well. Not since that one time in the hotel room, pre-fake-marriage, pre-everything. So technically, it didn’t count. Right? She gave me a look like I’d just told her I enjoyed beige wallpaper and abstinence. ‘What the hell’s wrong with you? You sleep next to that and don’t tap it? Where’s your libido? Menopause hit early or what?’ ‘I don’t sleep next to him,’ I corrected her. ‘And my libido’s doing just fine, thanks.’

He groaned. I began laughing so hard after reading what nerdy has written in one of her stories, where she used my photo as the cover. “No wonder, that woman is really a virgin. Hahaha!” I was inside my room and it was past half-past ten already. I couldn’t sleep, that’s why I decided to read one of her story. And I just realized how all of her stories, aside from they all have lame sex scenes, they were almost all about secret love. I mean, about one-sided love.

42 One Year Later I miss sleeping like a normal human being. This man who I accepted as my husband last week woke me up today by shagging himself in me while I was in a deep slumber after our long sex night session, but alas, four rounds weren’t enough for him, he was a man with an exceptional sexual appetite in comparison with me. I sometimes wondered if calling him the real-life man of steel wouldn’t be wrong as his endless stamina cost me my sleep and strength, to endure his lengthy manhood wasn’t an easy part either.

ALEX'S POV: Pervert. You only sleep naked because I'm here so you can tease me. I lay down on the bed facing the other side, I couldn't sleep tonight as well. I sighed heavily and tried to get myself to sleep again but it was still the same story. Damn, why can't I sleep? The f**k is wrong with me. After forcing myself for a long time, I later fell asleep. NEXT DAY🙊🙊🙊🙊

He said softly, "I want to sleep." Then, he closed his eyes. His breathing began to turn slow. He'd fallen asleep already? Larissa was shocked at how quickly he fell asleep. The country had 300 million young people with sleeping disorders. Ross' ability to fall asleep quickly would've made insomniacs so envious. Larissa changed her posture and piggy-backed Ross instead. She hailed a cab and checked in at a random hotel. Larissa wasn't sure if she sensed things correctly. But she felt like someone had been watching them this entire time.

Jade woke up restlessly from her deep sleep. When she looked next to her, Tristan was not there. Annoyed, she got off the bed and looked for the young man. She still thought that she would make him go to sleep early. But the opposite happened, and she was the one who fell asleep after hot sex between them.

“Good morning, Haru. How was your sleep?” I brushed his hand away from my head, my face hot with embarrassment. If I told him I had masturbated while thinking about him last night before going to sleep, and the fact that during sleep, I also dreamed of doing him, which made me so deliriously happy, would that count as a good night’s sleep? I muttered, “It’s okay. Sleep is sleep.” Aiden cocked his head to one side. “You’re moody today.”

Just name it and my juice and our swat would be found there. He fucked me hard until my body gave in to fatigue and darkness drowned me in the most relaxing way ever. For the first time in a month, I slept deeply and the wave of fatigue hit me hard enough to knock me out before the guy could pull out of me. “You won't release my cock but I have to leave….” I think I heard him say and “I can't be seen with you.” Well, that made the two of us… yet the walls of my vagina tightened and his hard cock was the last thing I felt before letting go of my consciousness. I slept for hours straight. Sex was the best thing anyone could be addicted to… hmm.

My libido is still so worked up that it takes me a while to fall asleep, but my urges eventually subside enough that I’m able to drift into slumber. My sleep, however, is far from restful. Throughout the night, I constantly dream of murdering various faceless men while simultaneously having particularly rough—but oh, so good—sex with Jason. I suppose most people would consider that juxtaposition to be a horrific nightmare scenario but for me there is nothing more erotic.