Romantic short bedtime stories. Romantic bedtime stories

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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

In the kingdom of Far Far Away, in the far away 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 I was a handsome prince, but evil witch enchanted me, turning me into a frog. If you kiss me, I will turn into a prince again, and then, my charm, I will settle 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 won’t have work, there won’t be anything to feed the children, we’ll take them to a dark forest far away, and we’ll leave them there ... then the little 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 cute gnome with an umbrella and it seemed that he was conjuring 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 about distant lands to which he aimed his streams. 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!

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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 " Good night, 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 ...)
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.

Once the Minstrel visited the mountains. The beauty of Creation broke into his Soul, enriching and changing forever. And he realized: never again will he be able to return to the mountains alone, without the person with whom he can share this beauty. And so, Love was found - Revelation helped to recognize it, and Providence made it possible to find it. Minstrel and Poetess found each other.

Read: The Minstrel And The Poet

Tale of a princess

A princess lived in a small kingdom. She was quiet and inconspicuous, obedient and dreamy… Like all princess friends, she dreamed of a prince. And so, when she was 17 years old, she met a handsome prince. He was good for everyone: handsome, smart, wise, experienced. And so the princess was not afraid of his main flaw - he was actually not a prince, but a king.

Read: The Tale of the Princess

Asterisk and A little angel

Once upon a time there lived a Little Angel. He was so small that no one noticed him. No one turned to him for help and did not see his small, good deeds. And he tried very hard. He really wanted to help everyone, everyone, everyone. He so wanted the city to become at least a little brighter. After all, everyone knows that when people smile, it always becomes brighter. But people resolutely did not smile.

Read: Asterisk and Little Angel

Wonderful fairy tale

In a certain kingdom, in the 39th state, there lived a girl who was called ... in general, she was called differently. But most often affectionately - Nastenka. And this Nastya was a rather busy girl - she always found something interesting for herself (either she decides to study, then she changes her job, then a creative impulse wakes up in her and she starts doing things that can’t be said in a fairy tale or described with a pen).

Read: A Wonderful Tale

Rose

There lived a rose. She admired everyone around and knew it very well. In fact, the rose still saw little, and everything seemed too serious to her: the wind - a storm, and a ray - a glow. Once a gardener came to the rose, he just happened to look in, and she became very attached to him.

Read: Rose

doll for mistress

Tell me, gypsy!

Yes Milady. What do you wish to know?

Guess for love.

Yes Milady. The king of clubs loves you. Strong, energetic and domineering. He will throw everything at your feet, mistress. Anything you wish.

Read: Doll for mistress

Tale of an asterisk

Do you know what a sunset looks like behind the clouds? Have you heard how the stream of the Milky Way makes noise when the moon hits it? No? Then you need to ask about it one of the stars that appear in the sky every night and every night listen to the rifts of misty silver streams and admire the wool of clouds and wait in the wings to illuminate, at least with one ray, a drop of dew on a rose petal ...

Read: The Tale of the Star

unnamed

There lived a boy and a girl. And they had neither a house nor a duck that lays golden eggs. But they had them. She has him, he has her. And they didn't need anything else. But once they met a young count. He was handsome and rich. And they seemed to him miserable and dirty vagrants. And on a gambling impulse, he sheltered them at home and offered to work as assistants in his kitchen.

The day was drawing to a close. A little boy lay in a crib, and next to him, in an armchair, sat his grandmother. Every evening she told her grandson a bedtime story. And now she wanted to tell him a story. But her grandson was ahead of her with a question:

Grandma, tell me, where did people come from? How did the first man appear?

Grandmother was a little surprised by this question and asked:

Why are you asking about this?
Because my friends all say different things. Some say that our ancestors came from another...

The town was beautiful and the inhabitants were happy in it. And there was the ruler and the government, who took care of the prosperity of the town and subjects. Many wanted to live there. The town has always had beautiful weather and gentle sun, tasty food, beautiful music, joy and fun for everyone.

At the same time she lived in the world sad girl. She walked along the roads of the Web for a long time, looking for a good place for life. And then one day, when she ran out of food, and her strength came to an end, she suddenly found this...

You are falling asleep. There is a slight blush on your cheeks, you smile at what you saw today. Tomorrow will be a new day, but for now you hold my hand and ask me to tell a fairy tale. I don't know how to tell fairy tales, because, sadly, I am a realist. And my fairy tales are also absorbed by reality. But you wind a strand around your finger blonde hair, and quietly say “Will my prince find me?”. What can I say, little one...

Princes are different. Half a kingdom for one broken kingdom. Too few. Entire life...

TIGER CUB R-R-R

Far, far to the east, in the Ussuri taiga, lived a tiger cub named Rrr.

If, while walking in the taiga, a tiger cub suddenly met someone unfamiliar or they asked him: who is he, the tiger cub would say: rrrr, and everyone immediately understood that he was a tiger cub and that his name was Rrr.

The Ussuri taiga is such a large, beautiful, protected forest in which the tiger cub Rrr lives. There are huge pines, tall firs, mighty cedars with large cedar cones in which there are many small, but very tasty ...

Once, on the eve of the New Year, it was just a wonderful quiet night. The moon shone especially festively, the stars twinkled brightly, and the snow fell in huge flakes. If you went outside on such a night, you would definitely smell the frost, you could hear any rustle, your every step would be accompanied by a loud crunch of white snow that covered everything around.

At such moments, it is incredibly good to be at home, next to loved ones, but .., apparently not for everyone. In one of the absolutely ordinary cities, which ...

Story 1. Magic box.

When Tyoma was 6 years old, his grandmother gave him a wooden box.

Mirror gnomes live in this box, - said the grandmother.

Dark laughed.
- I'm already big and I know that there are no gnomes.
- Why doesn't it happen? Grandma was surprised. Haven't you read fairy tales?

Read. But it's all fiction, - said Tyoma.
- You think so? Grandma smiled mischievously. “But open the box and see for yourself…”

Tyoma carefully lifted the carved lid...

The evening sun painted bright stripes on the old iron gates, on which hung a lopsided sign "Reception of glass containers, free beer for the elves."

Steps led up from the very gates, chipped, trampled stone steps. On the top step, with her back against the door, sat the princess.

The park met Elsa with the rustle of falling snow and silence. Slippery road underfoot, slippery sky above. Complete loneliness, if not for the birds. A flock of doves over someone...

Track 10

I'll drive everyone to hell, Elsa covered her head with a pillow.

You have something on fire in the oven.
- It's not mine, but Olya, tell her.
In the kitchen, a company of ten peered into a depressingly empty refrigerator. Near the refrigerator, on the floor, the girls brought by no one knew who were sitting, completely unfamiliar to Elsa, they talked about who, when and with whom lost their virginity.

I didn’t even go to school then, the red-haired girl shook the ashes from her cigarette into an empty glass.

And who exactly are you...

Faith, Hope and Wisdom are eternal companions love. Love was dressed in translucent pink clothes, ... Love is always fertile …………………………………………………………………………… ******************************************************* *** Continuation fairy tales................................................. ......................... But one day the unforeseen happened: people... that I am true.” But Love answered: “Your bliss has a life short and your sweetness is poison, it turns into bitterness, sweet taste...

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Everything is stronger. In the drawing workshop, in large and bright rooms, a charity concert was held. Alexandrina diligently learned short play from Schubert, and played well in public. The performance ended with loud applause. Lieutenant Vorotyntsev, ... in a cage. She felt an inseparable connection with the unfortunate tortured woman. When dawn broke, the young lady dressed very modestly, threw short a fur coat and a shawl, and slowly went to the morning service in the Peter and Paul Cathedral. However, in the temple, standing in the shadows...

He looked at her with longing in his heart. He always knew that his love object was far away and inaccessible. Like a forest nymph sea ​​mermaid or magic fairy. She lived next door. At the same time, it seemed that she lived in another world, because on the one hand she was so close, and on the other hand, so far away. Always well-groomed, beautiful, graceful, self-confident. Her gait made people turn around after her. She was envied, admired and admired. She was adored by children, neighbor grandmothers, and every passer-by wanted to treat her with something. Of course, he always understood how inaccessible she was. He understood that his bedtime story about love was doomed to be sad.

Her name was Mi, she was three years old, she was a Persian cat. His name was Mouse, he was almost a yard black cat, he was five years old. The owners of Mouse were constantly at work, so he spent days on end on the street. He ate grass, climbed trees, chased mice in the basement, slept in the sun, marked his territory, chased away strangers. Mi did not go outside often. The whole family took care of her. Grandma and her granddaughter often accompanied Mi like a queen. They went out with her, left her on the bench and went to the store or school. A Mi followed them with a contemptuous look, trying to make it clear that she was already tired of their excessive guardianship. She is able to take care of herself. She stretched gracefully and began to lick her fur. She gently stepped on the green grass, sniffed the flowers, walked along the fences or curbs. Cats often molested her, but her heart remained free. Mi dreamed that at least one of the cats would make an effort and prove that he was ready to move mountains for her. But they all quickly gave up and stopped fighting for the beauty's heart after several attempts to approach.
Are you afraid to be alone? - once asked Mi her friend red cat Lika.
“It’s better to be alone than with someone who doesn’t want to fight for you.
“But this way you will become a lonely self-sufficient cat with forty people.
Two cats laughed at the joke and went for a walk around the yard. Mouse heard their conversation and hope appeared in his soul. He suddenly realized that the beautiful and beautiful Mi is free and even waiting for her prince. And let Mouse be small and black, let his owners have a tiny apartment, let them feed him not with delicacies, but with porridge and borscht, because he can be the best for Mi.

A Tale of Love: How Mouse Called Mi

The next day, Mouse approached Mi, sniffed her beautiful fur, and only then introduced himself. At first, he wanted to immediately declare his serious intentions, but then he was confused and could not say a word. But the cat could not retreat. He just smiled and looked into Mi's eyes with loving eyes so that she had to turn away in embarrassment. Mouse tried to make her feel without words that now he would always be there. In the evening, he drove away other people's cats from Mi and told them that this cat was his. The next day, he brought her a mouse he had caught in the basement. He spent his nights under the balcony of the lady of his heart. At the same time, for several months he said only a couple of words. He couldn't speak when the perfect angel-like cat was around. And he could not be near, because this fragile and graceful cat could be harmed at any moment by someone else.
One autumn day, Mouse was sitting near a tree and saw Mi, who came out of the entrance. She slowly approached him and kissed him.
"I'm so tired of waiting for you to kiss me." And today I suddenly thought, how long can I wait, I will do it.
But I'm a house cat. Your coat is perfect, but mine has fleas. You are beautiful and I am skinned.
“You are skinned because you fought cats who wanted to hurt me. And he got me mice to entertain me.
“Come on, won’t you go home today?” I'll steal you away for a few days and show you the night city.
- I read short stories about love and all the time waiting for you to steal me. Finally it happened.

So Mouse learned that words often don't mean anything. But actions speak volumes. With his silent perseverance, Mouse won the heart of the beautiful Mi. Since then, they have always walked together, roaming the rooftops, looking at the moon and stars, climbing trees and balconies, catching butterflies and enjoying the sun.

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