Sleepy Aesthetic Novels & Stories

The penthouse bedroom was bathed in the soft gray of pre-dawn, the city below still half-asleep. Aiden woke first, the afterglow of the night before still humming under his skin. Silas lay beside him, face half-buried in the pillow, silver-streaked hair mussed, scarred lip slightly parted in sleep. Aiden traced the line of Silas’s jaw with his fingertip, memorizing the quiet peace that had taken years to earn.

I don’t know how much longer I can do this. Sexy dreams fill my head as I sleep. Images of Aiden and the things I could imagine him wanting to do with me and of that figure from the shower vision, only this time I see their face and it is beautiful. They are still hazy in my mind’s eye, but I wake up wanting relief from my unfulfilled desires. Sweat covers my body despite the September chill.

The T-shirt she’d slept in had ridden up to expose her pink cotton panties printed all over with little donuts, complete with colorful sprinkles. A wry smile tugged at my mouth. She was sexy without even trying. Most women weren’t sexy first thing in the morning, but there was no black makeup smeared under her eyes, no death-breath emanating from her in an unpleasant wave. There was nothing but soft, sweet female to worship and indulge in. She stretched her long, toned legs under the blankets, letting out a squeak, then opened her eyes. “Morning, Jace.” “Hi, princess.”

♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎ Stephane POV::: I am content with watching her just sleep, little gaspy breaths in adorable short snores coming out from her slightly open mouth. My beautiful beautiful girl. Aleen is stunning in the way that very few women can be. Even in her natural state right now, she has a full blush on her cheeks and her oval face is set like she has permanent makeup on with the high brows and perfect arch of her eyes, narrow nose and gorgeous gorgeous rosy lips. She is almost delicate as she sleeps off her orgasm. I feel pride unfurl in my chest as I watch her, proud of making her come so fully that she passes out right after. I have a long night planned for her and a lot more earth shatter

“Well, A.J. you will get used to that man leaving and lying to us. It’s his superpower.” AJ wagged his tail in acknowledgment and made his way toward a small pile of blankets that were on the floor. Sage watched as he made himself at home by curling into a brown fuzzy ball. “I think you have the right idea buddy.” She crawled into bed, and it wasn’t long before Sage was dreaming again, but this time it was something from her past. She walked around the darken building running her hand across the cluttered desks. The place looked like it had been abandoned a few years ago. She began scanning every detail but the only thing she felt like she should do was run fast as if her life depended on it

ACE I watch Aella sleep. There is something peaceful and calm about it, her red hair spread around her like a blanket, her small mouth slightly opened, and her eyes tightly shut. She looks like an angel straight out of a museum. I gently touch her hair, then her brow and she sighs.

Aiden exhaled as the heat rose from the bottom of his stomach. He pushed Jennifer to the bed and the two entwined into a frenzy of desires. Soft moans and giggles soon filled the air as Aiden trailed kisses on Jennifer’s body. Strangely enough, Jennifer felt her body declining, her eyes closing and her subconscious retreating. She blinked her eyes repeatedly, confusion seeping through her face as she tries to stay awake. “Why am I feeling sleepy all of a sudden? Oh no! Not now, I can’t fall asleep now” she thought in her mind.

It was the first time I had seen him asleep, and his beauty captivated me. His features were soft and relaxed, a stark contrast to the intensity that radiated from him when he was awake. His eyes, usually a piercing silver, were now closed, casting gentle shadows across his face. His lips, slightly parted, exuded a sense of peace and tranquility. His features were chiseled, his eyes closed in peaceful slumber. I traced the lines of his face, my fingers lingering on his cheek. I made sure my touch was soft, almost reverent, just like how he made me feel. Hades was a masterpiece, a work of art created by the gods themselves. He was a man of mystery, a force of nature, and yet he was also gentl

I shot back, already making myself comfortable as I plopped onto his bed. The mattress was ridiculously soft, like sinking into a pile of clouds, and I couldn’t help but compare it to my own room. This was definitely better. The entire space was sleek and masculine, with black and white tones dominating the furniture, rugs, and decor. Simple, but luxurious. One of my favorite aesthetics, but he doesn’t need to know that. Dax stayed glued to his laptop, completely ignoring me. I glanced down at my oversized shirt and shorts, suddenly feeling self-conscious about my casual attire.

Each strand gleamed with a lustrous sheen, catching the morning light in a dance of ethereal beauty. As I drew closer, I marveled as her eyelashes fluttered softly against her cheeks as she slept, casting delicate shadows that danced across her skin, adding depth and allure to the exquisite symmetry of her features. Her eyebrows, elegantly arched above-closed lids, bespoke a quiet strength and determination, adding to the timeless allure of her slumbering form.