Wake Up Sex Novels & Stories

Missy wasn't sure what had woken her up. Maybe it was the cool breeze outside, coming in through the half-open window. Perhaps it was her husband's strong, warm body pressed against her. Or maybe the baby monitor had made some random sound that had woken her up... Damn it, who was she trying to kid? She knew very well what had woken her up: frustration. She missed sex. Much. Almost maddeningly, in fact.

Though I still wanted to know what change happened in his life when I came, it could wait. "Hazel, do you know what you are doing?" A smirk appeared on my lips seeing how he tried to control himself. "I am well aware of it, babe," I replied, trying to make my voice seductive as ever. "Damn, it's morning," "So, what? It's not like we're not having morning sex. And let me just remind you that sometimes, I just wake up because you are either eating me or pumping on me." "Baby!" I couldn't help but to chuckle seeing his eyes widen in shock. He wasn't expecting for me to remember how he would wake me up; I would just wake up feeling either his mouth on my mound or him at top of me, pumping in and

God, I love this man. Sometime in the night, Tyson wakes me up for more sex. I don’t complain, I like getting woken up with his face in my pussy and that talented tongue of his making me cum all over his face. Granted I don’t get as much sleep as I’d like, but I’m learning that Tyson’s sexual appetite is voracious. And shockingly, so is mine. We fit together like puzzle pieces, yin and yang, PB&J and all those other mushy comparisons that people in love make.

I try to remember why I woke up screaming, but my mind is fuzzy. Neela only laughs. "You were having the weirdest sex dream ever," she manages between laughs. It comes back to me with scary accuracy, and I'm absolutely mortified. I let out a choked scream, but Neela only laughs harder. "Ughhhhhh" I throw my blanket over my head, partly because of embarrassment and partly because I don't want Neela to see how scared I am, because for some reason, my dream feels less like a dream and more like a premonition.

A piece of paper stating that Morgan was cutting ties with Cain appeared before his eyes. Tremors wrecked Elwood’s body, and the wooden box fell on the floor, as if it had burned him. It shattered, and another paper below the one saying that Morgan was cutting ties with Cain was revealed. A divorce agreement.

Fuck! I lay awake contemplating the dilemma I'm in and trying to imagine what's going to happen in the morning. But even my imagination isn't as vivid as what really happens when the dawn breaks. Surprisingly, we all wake up about the same time; the girls' naked bodies snuggled up on either side of me. "We usually fuck in the morning, before we get out of bed." Nicole says, looking across my chest at Susan, while she draws circles around my nipples with her finger.

I pushed open the door and met her eyes with despair. Yet when it came to it, I couldn't force the word out. Instead, I grabbed a glass of red wine from the table and drained it in one swallow. But after just a single glass, my vision swam, my stomach lurched. 'Strange… why does it feel like I'm drunk already?' I wondered. A bitter smile tugged at my lips. With grim resolve, I forced the words out. "Alicia, let's get a divorce." … Alicia froze, then her eyes hardened with scorn.

"And a King always shares his throne." ​The room became a blur of rhythmic friction, gasping breaths, and the scent of jasmine and sweat. Sienna began to ride me, her hips tensing and rolling in a dizzying, carnal dance that pushed me deep into the mattress. Silas was right there, his hands cupped firmly around my face, his eyes inches from mine, forcing me to witness every second of the "Happy Family" he had manufactured.

"You hardly ever text me now that you're married, Tristan. What's the matter? You looking to start something on the side with me?" I let out a couple of coughs and said weakly, "I'm not looking for an affair since I'm getting a divorce anyway. I'm looking for a sugar baby, so tell me your price."

***TRIGGER WARNING - Nonconsensual sex acts and acts of violence*** I wake up about two hours later to Jonathan ripping the sheets off of me. “Hey, babe. What’s going on?” I ask groggily. He flips me over and smacks my ass. Not hard. It’s not like he’s trying to hurt me or punish me or anything. But it’s definitely hard enough to wake me up. “What did you call me?” he asks and his voice is all domination and steel. So we’re in the mood for a scene, huh?