I Paid to Breed Her in Her Sleep

My best friend booked us two weeks at a lake camp in northern Wisconsin and wouldn't tell me what it was. The guests who come back every summer just call it Sleepers.

It's a sleep play camp for grown men. Every woman here is paid for sleep play, and every night after dinner she stands on the stage and gives her consent out loud.

I'm Danny. I'm thirty-four, and I almost got back in the car.

Then the man in the lodge office shows me the signed contracts and the price list: one sleeper, a group room with several women at once, or a breeding booking at the top.

Celia is twenty-seven. At dinner she laughs with her whole face. On the stage she adds a line of her own: "Nobody wakes me. Not for anything."

One night with her is the cheapest booking on the list, and it means far too much. So I try to buy my way out of it.

First the group room: several sleepers, one man, all at once. Then the top of the price list: a paid breeding session with Marisol, twenty-five.

All I can think about is Celia.

There is only one rule at Sleep Play Camp. Don't wake her. I'm going to break it.

Told entirely from his point of view, this is a filthy all-spice sleep play story from legendary taboo storyteller Bree Mills with zero slow burn. One lake, two weeks of summer, a price list on the wall, and a man who finds out exactly who the only rule was protecting.

"Good people do bad things and bad people are still human. Trust me, nobody in this book makes a good decision!" XOXO, Bree

No realism. Pure fantasy, maximum filth, for mature readers (18+).