A very vulgar bedtime story for a girl. Romantic stories about love

I have loved fairy tales since childhood. Probably the most beloved of them: Azerbaijani ones - they have so many feelings and romance that I definitely wanted to listen to each of them to the end. Now I have grown up, and the love for mysterious magical stories has remained with me.

Fairy tales are such uncomplicated stories that are described in a special language, as if you were small. But this does not hurt you at all, because it seems that you and the author have some kind of extraordinary secret, which they will definitely tell you about.

I admire the world around me, I love the people who live in it. I like to find something unique in every, at first glance, inconspicuous thing - something that no one has noticed before (or maybe they just didn’t want to admit it to themselves?).

Fairy tales are not as ephemeral as you might think at first glance. After all, if you have never seen the planet Saturn with your own eyes (pictures and even videos do not count, because in our time everything can be faked and mounted) - this does not mean that it does not exist. So it is with any "magic" story. Of course, there are many different epithets, metaphors and “little” exaggerations in it, but its very essence is always very truthful.

Reading or listening to any fairy tales, we, imperceptibly for ourselves, involuntarily plunge into their plot. It develops our imagination, makes us think.

My fairy tales are very romantic and, perhaps, someone will say idealistic. I absolutely agree with you. But if you have your own ideals, then you have something to strive for. Are you on the right way. After all, only a sensitive heart will tell you where to go, what to believe in and how to behave in any situation.

Believe in yourself! Trust yourself! Feel free to create your future, because it begins here and now.

The story makes it better and kinder. It instills in a person hope for the best, makes you take a closer look at the world around you. After all, there are so many interesting, inexplicable and very, very touching things in life.

Now let's get comfortable and dive into Magic world romantic fairy tales, where any obstacles can be overcome on the way to the fulfillment of the most cherished desires.

small bright star

Beloved… My little Ray of Light… My Princess! I'm so glad that you and I are together.

It is so nice to feel such a dear, warm, fragile body next to you. Feel your breath. Inhale the scent of your hair...

I almost whisper to you so as not to frighten off your sweet half-asleep.

You smile at my words and my heart starts beating even faster.

I am grateful to you for bursting into my life so suddenly, enchanting me. Now all my thoughts are only about you. And everything I do is for you.

In the meantime, you closed your eyes, enjoying the words that I whisper in your ear, I will tell you a fairy tale.

Once upon a time there was a small, but very bright star. She was so beautiful, almost like a diamond.

She really liked to appear in the sky when the sun went below the horizon. She believed that she was of great benefit by illuminating the Earth at night. Although her friends, who were next to her in the sky, took it for granted.

The little star tried very hard to shine brighter than everyone else, with the exception, of course, of the moon. After all, it was very important for her to benefit people. This little girl was very happy when, as she herself believed, she helped a lost evening traveler find his way home. Or if any little man could not sleep - he had the opportunity to admire her through the window, hoping for something good, deep in his secret thoughts.

But in Lately She began to sense that something was wrong. Something darkened the joyful thoughts of the little star.

She began to think about what made her so sad.

And then a small bright star realized that she was very sorry beautiful girl with golden red silky hair. Every evening, the little girl watched as the girl sat on the windowsill, turning her sad gaze to the sky.

The little star really wanted to help the stranger, but she did not yet know how.

From her heavenly friends, she heard one legend that when a star falls from the sky, people make a wish - and it will certainly come true.

- But then you will die ... - her friends were saddened.

But I will be of great use! she answered happily.

The little star really wanted to help the sad girl at the window, for this she was even ready to give her life.

After looking at the beautiful red-haired girl for the last time, the little star, breaking away from the sky, began to rapidly fall down. She no longer felt anything, except for the noise of her own flight ...

And then, suddenly, she was seized by an indescribable all-consuming violent joy - this girl took advantage of the moment and made her own cherished desire. The little star was very glad that she could help a beautiful stranger. Now this little girl knew she'd done her part true purpose. She, somewhere deep inside, felt calm. This is the last thing the asterisk thought about before disappearing into oblivion ...

The act of the star was not in vain - the desire of the stranger was soon fulfilled ...

And another small star appeared in the sky, even brighter than the previous one ...

Who knows, maybe she will be able to perform one of your innermost desires, Darling…

You are already sleeping, My Precious... I will kiss you on the top of your head, gently touch your eyelids with my lips and also fall asleep, greedily wrapping you in my arms, guarding your sacred dream...

Sweet Dreams, my angel!..

Little Christmas Miracle

This year the winter was especially beautiful: the trees and roofs of houses were covered with snow, shimmering with silver in the gentle rays of the sun. Today was the last day of the year.

A girl was sitting at the window, peering into the fluffy flakes of falling snow. She had long dark brown Wavy hair and graceful figure. The sun blinded her Blue eyes, but transparent crystals of tears slowly flowed down her pale cheeks for a completely different reason. Today Leela will have to celebrate her favorite holiday all alone ...

It seemed like they had a fight with Dan for a long time - she no longer remembers how many nights in a row she cried into her pillow. But only two weeks had passed since he left, slamming the door loudly - then she jumped at that sound.

Because of what they quarreled, I don’t even remember. You know, it happens that you quarrel “to smithereens” with your loved one, firmly believing that, of course, HE is to blame. But, then, some time passes and you don’t fully understand: “What was that?” Now Lily was in the same state. She would be glad to apologize first, but he does not answer phone calls, and no one opens his house. But the girl reassured herself that she at least tried to rectify the situation.

Now she was sitting alone in the apartment, which THEY together decorated with such tenderness and love. She didn't want to go celebrate New Year to friends, because this holiday was very personal for her ...

She and Dan met the week before New Year's, when she was in 5th grade. Lilya was walking home with her friends after school that day. The girls chatted merrily, sharing their expectations of what they would give to whom for the holiday. Suddenly, the girl suddenly felt sharp pain in the head from a blow with a blunt object, and the back of her head quickly began to go cold. Lily lost her balance and fell. Next to her, a snowball drowned in a snowdrift, finally unsticking from the top of her head.

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Grandpa Au Banana

So today the Hedgehog said to the Bear cub:
- It's still good that we have each other!
The little bear nodded.
- Just imagine: I'm not there, you're sitting alone and there's no one to talk to.
- And where are you?
- I am not here, I am out.
“It doesn’t happen like that,” said Little Bear.
“I think so too,” said the Hedgehog. “But all of a sudden, I don’t exist at all. You are alone. Well, what are you going to do? .
- I'll turn everything upside down, and you'll be found!
- No, I'm nowhere! !
- Then, then ... Then I will run out into the field, - said the Bear cub. - And I will shout: “Yo-yo-yo-zhi-i-i-k!” , and you will hear and scream: “Bear-oh-oh-ok! ..”. Here.
- No, - said the Hedgehog. - I don't have one bit. Understand?
- What are you doing to me? - Bear cub got angry. If you are not, then I am not. Understood?…

Serenka

Say that you will marry her

selenium

talk about your love

Jurijus Zaksas

Once upon a time there were Grandfather, Baba and a chicken Ryaba. And somehow a hen laid a testicle for Grandfather. Grandfather is crying, Baba is crying, and the hen is clucking: “Don’t cry, Baba, don’t cry, Grandfather, otherwise I’ll lay your second testicle ...”

Is it true that both the fairy tale is SHORT and the chicken is terribly kind?

Nikolay Filippov

Say you want to marry her.

simpatic segrifice

Maybe you'll try to come up with something for her... romantic!

A short story about a clever princess

V distant kingdom, in the thirtieth state, there lived a beautiful, independent, independent and intelligent princess. One day she was sitting on the bank of a picturesque pond in a green valley near her castle, thinking about the meaning of life, and suddenly she saw a frog.
The frog jumped into her lap and
said, "Honey, kind girl. Once upon a time I was handsome prince, but the evil sorceress bewitched me, turning me into a frog. If you kiss me, I will turn into a prince again, and then, my charm, I will live in your castle, and you will cook my food, clean my horse, wash my clothes, raise my children and be glad that I took you as my wife . "
That same evening, after having a light supper of frog legs with spices and a glass of white wine, the Princess chuckled softly and thought: “Fuck you!”

In life there is a place do not care

Better than a bottle of champagne! Cuts out very well, checked)))

kind people help me come up with a bedtime story for my girlfriend, I have a fantasy of 0 (((

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joke

Let's get married, we'll have a lot of children. We will have no work, there will be nothing to feed the children, we will take them to dark forest further away, we’ll throw it there ... further Boy-with-finger ...
You will not have a job, because you are uninitiated, you will only wait for help from some uncle.

ArtyomArtyom ArtyomArtyom

oh .... Tell her about how your relationship began in a fabulous way. From the very beginning until the day you tell it :)

Evgeny Filatov

Hello Beloved! So I want to kiss your plump lips now! Such soft and sweet offended lips! I want to undead and caress them until a happy smile takes over them! And then you can sit comfortably on my shoulder and listen a new fairy tale born in my dreams!
Today this tale will be about one girl who dreamed of me on amazing nights under the quiet crackle of logs in the stove and the mysterious light of a small lamp on the wall. This lamp was in the form of a cute gnome with an umbrella and it seemed that he was doing magic!
***
So, there was a girl. She lived peacefully and calmly, and everything was enough for her, except for one thing! She was very lonely, and therefore there was no happiness!
And then one day the girl went to look for this happiness! Every time good and good people It seemed to her that she had found her happiness! But time passed, and interest in her disappeared, too quickly everyone around got used to the quiet and trouble-free wanderer. Then she again went in search. But the path was not always so serene. And not only good people met her.
Once, on the threshold of a house, a very polite and courteous young man opened the door for her. And she went there without fear. The weary traveler was fed and put to bed. And at night, an evil spell fell on this house. And only in the morning with the first rays of the sun, she woke up exhausted on the street. But the fear of the events of this night was stronger than fatigue, and she rushed to run away as fast as she could! Since then, she never trusted any young man again. But the belief that somewhere in the world happiness awaits her helped to move on.
And then one day she sat down to rest on the banks of a small river under the rays of a bright spring sun. The mischievous brook sang to her funny song O distant countries to which he aimed his trickles. The girl admired this picture so much that she did not hear light footsteps from behind. someone's warm hands embraced her by the shoulders, and a gentle voice asked:
- How far are you keeping the way, Bunny?
From this touch and voice immediately breathed so close and dear that in response she could not say anything other than:
- I have already passed a lot, seen everyone! And now my path in loneliness is over! Hello my happiness! Hello my beloved!
The girl turned, took her Happiness by the hand and never let go again!
***
I love you! I love you, my happiness! I will never give you up to anyone! And if you suddenly want to leave, I will hug and kiss you so hard that these hugs cannot be broken!

bedtime story
story

FAIRY TALES to girls... who tells... before going to bed?

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Fleur De Lis

waiting for the story to continue...

Original_Sin

nobody tells! thanks for the story ;-)

Evgenia

program " Goodnight, kids", there are also cartoons shown))

Jukon7

Babysitters tell)))

Lll)

while no one... do you want to become this storyteller?...

margarita

Erotic. "Cockerel, cockerel, golden comb, butter head, silk beard, why do you get up early, don't let the girls sleep?" :-))))))

Svetlana

Terrible, so that I could not sleep.)

❀ Svetlana ❀

About 95 gasoline ... and winter tires))

Singarella.

About the kolobok.))

*Ariana*

About .. TENDERNESS ...)
At any age...;)

Amenhotep III

naira meliqyan

About the frog princess

Crazy Inetovsky

Why does he need your prayers, give him a blowjob and load your head with all sorts of nonsense ...

Alexander Makurin

The best bedtime story for a man, it's fabulously executed marital debt a woman, well, or almost marital.

NIKIT0

kiss him... fabulous... .

Polo

It depends on what you expect from him after the epilogue.

Sergei Elizarov

Aliens flew into the apartment of the newlyweds. We decided to switch partners. The alien took the girl.
Before intercourse, he explains to her why he needs two valves to the left and right of the penis:
- To the right - to make it thicker. And on the left, to make it longer. Do as you please!
She twisted her ideal. After sex, he lies and neighs furiously, which is already suffocating.
- Why are you laughing?
- Yes, I can imagine how your eggs are twisting my balls now!

What kind of men like bedtime stories?

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Ivan_Losev

From the lips of Shaherizada (or Dulcinea) I'm ready to listen to 1000 and 1 night :)

Lada

Taisha

Men prefer fairy tales not only at bedtime

Alexei

All males under 3 years old.

baby doll_from_Earth

Impotent.

oleg marchenko

I don’t know how much they love, but they are always ready for them.

Your eyes are closed and sleep is already on your face. I won't disturb you, my dear, sleep. You heard me come in, but you didn’t open your eyes, only your lips moved in a slight smile .... I love it when you smile ... your lips look like a small hunting bow with raised tips, in the depths of which lives a pink tongue-arrow. Oh, that multifunctional arrow! She knows how to kill on the spot with well-aimed words, knows how to give imperious orders subordinate men, can coo gently under my chin, or can just be silent, doing his amazing job!
Sleep, my dear, I will not disturb you. I will not lie down next to you, but will sink to the floor to be on a par with your face.
I love such moments of mental unity with you. In these moments there are no physical contacts, only our souls speak. For me, now you are a little girl who I want to caress, stroke her curls and whisper something awkward to the sweet coming dream. You are an adult, beautiful, self-confident woman, but you also, like a child, miss tender words, I know it and I am ready to tell them to you. They have accumulated in me, crowded in my chest and in my head, they want to be heard. Mama could tell you a lot magic words but mom won't say what she can say loving man. Sleep, sleep sweetly under my muttering, and it's even better that you fell asleep. You sleep, and I will whisper to you what my heart is full of.
It is a pity that I am not an oriental poet - Firdousi, for example, or Hafiz, or Alisher Navoi ... they knew a lot beautiful words with which they sang of their beloved.

A living spring is your mouth and sweeter than all joys,
my sobs are no match for the Nile and the Euphrates itself.

All sweets have lost their taste and are cheap in price:
the nectar of your sweetest lips is more beautiful than all delights.

And even the sun is hard to compete with you:
your mirrored brow is a hundred times brighter than it.

Sweet words murmur like a fast mountain stream, flow like a smooth majestic river, rustle with a gentle spring breeze, surround with a viscous pink aroma ... everything is for you, everything is for you ...
I look at your bare shoulders. What are you wearing under the covers now? You have a flannel nightgown with a lace collar at the neck, a funny batiste shirt, sometimes you put on flirty pajamas with ties at the throat and under the knees ... I know all your night dresses, I know them with my eyes, teeth and touch, because I took them off more than once from you ... and now I still see not a blanket on you, not your clothes, but your skin under it ... More recently, you hummed something in the bath, basking in clouds of snow-white foam, more recently you left the bathroom, and wet droplets the waters glistened on your shoulders and on your chest over the towel, and right here, at the very dimple in your throat... that dimple always drove me crazy... and now my tongue moved habitually in my mouth... I love kissing you in that dimple... no, no, today I am quiet and humble, I just talk to you ... in words, but silently ... yes, it happens, thoughts are also words, only they are a thousand times faster!
I admire you. You are now lying on a high pillow, surrounded by hair golden from the light of a nightlight, still damp at the ends, although you tried to hide them under a cap, but they still got wet and became a dark bronze color ... you smell sea ​​water, salty wind and something else painfully familiar, which makes me dizzy and takes my breath away ... It smells like you ... I inhale this smell, there is nothing more beautiful than it in the world ... my roses, my favorite roses, forgive me, your aroma is magnificent, but there is no smell sweeter than the scent of the woman you love!
I look at your eyes, they are closed, I remember them perfectly, I know how they look in the twilight, the black dots of the pupils become huge, like a black universe, they attract me, and I drown in them ...
I take your hand, bring it to my lips ... I kiss your every finger, every nail, I run your hand along my cheek, do you feel how smooth it is? I shaved, you love it when my cheeks are smooth, you love to rub against them, touch them with your tongue. Of course, my cheeks will never compare with yours with theirs with tender velvet skin, but somewhere in the very depths of me I am ready for the fact that you can suddenly wake up and want to press your cheek against mine ... I'm always ready! Do you remember how once your cheeks were pierced by my stubble and in the morning covered with many small red spots .... To the bewildered glances of the employees, you casually answered that you had eaten too much strawberries ... allergies, they say, and no one asked where you can get strawberries in winter ...
Therefore, I found pleasure in the once unpleasant occupation for me - shaving ... everything is for you, everything is for you!
I always want to call you baby, I want to caress and pamper you like a little girl, smooth your eyebrows with my finger, draw them along the line of your nose, along the curve of your lips, along your chin, neck, down, down ... stop ...
You stirred and smiled happily at the dream, sighing briefly...
Sleep, my love... sleep, it was I who entered your dream.

Do not promise the virgin young love eternal on earth...
B. Okudzhava

Your eyes are closed and sleep is already on your face. I won't disturb you, my dear, sleep. You heard me come in, but you didn’t open your eyes, only your lips moved in a slight smile .... I love it when you smile ... your lips look like a small hunting bow with raised tips, in the depths of which lives a pink tongue-arrow. Oh, that multifunctional arrow! She knows how to kill on the spot with well-aimed words, she knows how to give imperious orders to subordinate men, she knows how to gently coo under my chin, or she can just be silent, doing her amazing job!
Sleep, my dear, I will not disturb you. I will not lie down next to you, but will sink to the floor to be on a par with your face.
I love such moments of mental unity with you. In these moments there are no physical contacts, only our souls speak. For me, now you are a little girl who I want to caress, stroke her curls and whisper something awkward to the sweet coming dream. You are an adult, beautiful, self-confident woman, but you also, like a child, miss tender words, I know this and am ready to tell you them. They have accumulated in me, crowded in my chest and in my head, they want to be heard. Mom could say a lot of magic words to you, but mom will not say what a loving man can say. Sleep, sleep sweetly under my muttering, and it's even better that you fell asleep. You sleep, and I will whisper to you what my heart is full of.
It is a pity that I am not an oriental poet - Firdousi, for example, or Hafiz, or Alisher Navoi ... they knew many beautiful words with which they sang their beloved.

A living spring is your mouth and sweeter than all joys,
my sobs are no match for the Nile and the Euphrates itself.

All sweets have lost their taste and are cheap in price:
the nectar of your sweetest lips is more beautiful than all delights.

And even the sun is hard to compete with you:
your mirrored brow is a hundred times brighter than it.

Sweet words murmur like a fast mountain stream, flow like a smooth majestic river, rustle with a gentle spring breeze, surround with a viscous pink aroma ... everything is for you, everything is for you ...
I look at your bare shoulders. What are you wearing under the covers now? You have a flannel nightgown with a lace collar at the neck, a funny batiste shirt, sometimes you put on flirty pajamas with ties at the throat and under the knees ... I know all your night dresses, I know them with my eyes, teeth and feel, because I took them off more than once from you ... and now I still see not a blanket on you, not your clothes, but your skin under it ... More recently, you hummed something in the bath, basking in clouds of snow-white foam, more recently you left the bathroom, and wet droplets the waters glistened on your shoulders and on your chest over the towel, and right here, at the very dimple in your throat... that dimple always drove me crazy... and now my tongue moved habitually in my mouth... I love kissing you in that dimple... no, no, today I am quiet and humble, I just talk to you ... in words, but silently ... yes, it happens, thoughts are also words, only they are a thousand times faster!
I admire you. You are now lying on a high pillow, surrounded by hair golden from the light of the nightlight, still damp at the ends, although you tried to hide it under a hat, but it got wet anyway and became a dark bronze color ... you smell of sea water, salty wind and something else - then painfully familiar, which makes me dizzy and takes my breath away ... It smells like you ... I inhale this smell, it is more beautiful than it in the world ... my roses, my favorite roses, forgive me, your fragrance is magnificent, but there is no smell sweeter than the smell of a beloved woman!
I look at your eyes, they are closed, I remember them perfectly, I know how they look in the twilight, the black dots of the pupils become huge, like a black universe, they attract me, and I drown in them ...
I take your hand, bring it to my lips ... I kiss your every finger, every nail, I run your hand along my cheek, do you feel how smooth it is? I shaved, you love it when my cheeks are smooth, you love to rub against them, touch them with your tongue. Of course, my cheeks will never compare with yours with their delicate velvet skin, but somewhere in the very depths of me I am ready for the fact that you can suddenly wake up and want to press your cheek against mine ... I'm always ready! Do you remember how once your cheeks were pierced by my stubble and in the morning covered with many small red spots .... To the bewildered glances of the employees, you casually answered that you ate too much strawberries ... allergies, they say, and no one asked where you can get strawberries in winter ...
Therefore, I found pleasure in the once unpleasant occupation for me - shaving ... everything is for you, everything is for you!
I always want to call you baby, I want to caress and pamper you like a little girl, smooth your eyebrows with my finger, draw them along the line of your nose, along the curve of your lips, along your chin, neck, down, down ... stop ...
You stirred and smiled happily at the dream, sighing briefly...
Sleep, my love... sleep, it was I who entered your dream.

But you're going to tell me something before going to bed, right? - you ask, clutching your favorite plush rabbit in your hands.
Hah... It would seem that at the age of eighteen you should stop acting like Small child... I remember as if yesterday how we met, even though it was when I was 14, and you were only 13. Silly, naive, like a child, you remained so after many years ... As if there were no those difficult years through which our relationship went, as if only yesterday we were just getting to know each other and asking about each other's interests ...
-Something to tell you ... - I mumble absently. - Well .. I don’t even know ..
Of course, this is just a front, as I always do to keep you interested, and get all your attention, before the upcoming fairy tale. Or maybe .. tell you not a fairy tale today? You are already an adult, but you are shy and afraid of the word "sex"... So why don't I help you grow up a little...
- Well, - I finally say, wrapping you in a blanket. - Listen carefully ... And so, but ..
- Won't you take the book?
- Do you want to listen to fairy tales you have known for a long time?
-N-no, if you want, come up with it yourself...
- Well, that's good ... - I say, kissing you on the forehead and settling on the bed, side by side. - And so .. It's cold at night ... we sit watching TV, covered with one blanket and they show an erotic moment in the film .. I get excited and start stroking your thigh... You get excited too, but you try to hide it and you're glad that it's dark in the apartment and I don't see how you blushed and how hot you got... I throw you on the floor and start gently covering your body with kisses, going down lower and lower... You are embarrassed, trying to resist, although your body demands to surrender and surrender to me now....
- Wait, what are you talking about?
-Your fairy tale... Don't like it? Can stop?
I notice how you blush a little and say a quiet, but so cherished to my heart, "go on ..." I smile and continue my story:
-And then I pull off your panties, and you no longer resist... I start slowly stroking your body, then running my hand right there, then stopping and glaring a hot kiss on your lips... Teasing, forcing you to beg for more.. ..
- Oh, d-next...
-Your fragile young body, heated up by my hot caresses, arches and you already out loud, forgetting embarrassment and fear before the first time, ask me for sex ... And I ... I agree. And I begin to act rougher, I penetrate my fingers into your virgin pussy, feeling the hot wet flesh and getting more excited ... We both become slaves of our passion, forgetting about the whole world, surrender to sinful lust ...
-S..slasher
-Sorry, what?
-N-nothing, please continue...
-I start licking your pussy... Now slowly, then quickly, then completely stopping, teasing you, although I myself can hardly restrain myself and want more... You start to moan softly and blush like a tomato, but I only like yours even more helplessness...
-Oh...
-I imagine that if I were a guy, I would fuck you very, very hard ... in all holes and cum right on your pretty face .... The face that I love so much ... And when you cum , I lick everything penetrating your pussy with a hot tongue and making you turn on again ... And then I tie you up and make me lick ... And I like that you are tied ... It excites me that you are so helpless and cannot defend yourself .. .
-Oh..
Judging by your appearance and the slight smell of your juice in the air, you are very turned on ... I'm turned on too, to be honest ... I want to laugh, looking at how awkwardly you look away and blush, worse than a tomato.
- You know, I'm excited ... - you whisper softly and I don't let you finish, shutting me up with a kiss.
I love you, my stupid. Although you are sometimes unbearable ... But I am ready to bring my fairy tale to life, if you liked it so much. After all, you are my fragile princess from the fairy tale about the long-haired Rapunzel; because you are a little Ellie girl, caught in magical land; because you are my love.
You are my favorite story...