Book Pillow Thoughts Novels & Stories

I chuckled and cuddled up to her in the couch. 'Mate smells good. Get closer.' Conri said. 'I can't. we are already close.' I said. 'When can we mark mate?' He asks impatiently. 'Whenever she is ready. Let's don't rush her.' I replied. He plopped down like a toddler having a tantrum and huffed. I smiled and shrugged at him and looked at the movie she picked for us, the texas chainsaw massacre. of course. Seeing the look on my face she frowned and asked "Is this movie too scarry?"

"You idiot Quinlee! maybe he thought that you were the pillow he hugged last night! I whispered to myself and I slapped my face. > < ZIK'S POV I used to hug my pillow often when I go to sleep because I find it more comfortable. so, I was surprise when I heard a shout coming from my pillow. "Uhm...wait! How come that my pillow learns to talk? It is just a pillow and not a human being. Tss." I said at the back of my mind and still have no plans to wake up when suddenly someone kick my ass and seconds after I found myself on the floor. >_< . . . "The F*ck!?" I gave her a death glare. "What the f*ck did you do?!" I asked in anger. "Eh, what the fuck are you doing !? Eh, you're the one who's so c

My room felt warmer than the hallway, and the familiar scent of my vanilla candle made me feel a little calmer. I tossed my notebook onto my desk and flopped onto the bed, my face pressing into the soft pillow. For a few seconds, I just lay there, eyes closed, trying to quiet my thoughts. But it didn’t work. My mind kept running through everything — the orphanage visit, the meeting at Poppy’s, Zara’s attitude, and Selene standing up for me like some protective big sister. I rolled onto my back and rested my hand on my belly. “What do you think, little one?” I whispered. “Did we do okay today?”

Under my mother’s worried expression, I walked in Thomas’s tent. He was laying on his back, scrolling through social media, not saying anything when I made myself comfortable on his left side, zipping up my sleeping bag. “Oh, damn!” I sighed out in frustration. I did not pack a pillow. “What? A bug or something?” Thomas leaned up to rest his weight on his elbows. “Huh? No, not bugs. I forgot my pillow.” I sighed. “Are you afraid of bugs?” I smirked. “No!” He answered instantly.

It seemed like the best plan at the time, but looking back on it now, I'm not so sure. "I'm sorry," I said again and then yawned. "Me too," was her response to that. "I believe that you need to get some rest." I could only nod in response, and even after turning my head so that it was resting against the pillow, it was still quite unpleasant. I moaned, "I despise this pillow," and Sharon laughed at my expression. She said, "I don't think hospitals spend a lot of extra cash on down," indicating that she believed this to be the case.

He said, tossing a pillow towards me. I got into it and lay on my side, with my back turned, trying to get my breath. The thunder was again heard, nearer. My mind wouldn't shut off. It brought back those dirty thoughts of mine I had tonight I had suppressed, but being so near to him and seeing his naked chest brought them back. What if he touched me? What would his hands feel like? I closed my eyes, but heat was creeping between my legs only thinking about it.

"Oh my Gosh'. A million thoughts was going through his big head and the same number of sensations is going through his little head. 'I should stop this immediately', he thought. As if Susan was reading his mind, she lifted herself off his hand and whispers in his ear "We are not done yet". It occurred to him that she said that before but he thought she meant "we" as in "she and him". He put his head back down on the pillow and succumb to the incredible ministrations to his dick by his lovely daughter, Trina, as she pulled the sheet behind her head and watched him enjoy her mouth. 'Man, she gives one hell of a blow-job,' he said under his breath.

“This is just a dream, myself. Just a dream. Just a dream. Please let it be a dream.” I went back to sleep. I wasn’t sure how long I’d been out, but my mind was awake even though my eyes were still shut. I didn’t want to get up. The bed was so soft, and the pillow smelled amazing—like rub-a-da-bango! But wait… why did the pillow feel like it had abs? I kept feeling around until I touched something harder. “My little buddy misses you already.” Oh no—the pillow spoke! I quickly uncovered my eyes. Sir Jasper clamped his hand over my mouth before I could scream. I wanted to yell from shock and fear—he was in my room! But for some reason, my hand was still on his gearshift? Did I enjoy that?

she said pushing me in as she followed I took off my shirt as I climbed on the bed, throwing the pillows on the floor as I opened my body on the bed "Henry, why are you throwing away the pillows?" she asked "I don't like them, I don't sleep with those" I told her as she sigh, bent down picking them "it's simple, you just put them on the couch instead of throwing them" she said putting the pillows on the couch She climbed on the bed and joined me, I turned around and looked into her eyes

I cover up the leftovers and return them to the fridge. I planned to spend some time watching a movie before bed, but that no longer feels like a viable option. I crawl into bed and pull the comforter over my head, but my brain can't shut down enough to sleep. My mind is full of intrusive thoughts. He can find me no matter where I run. I already knew this, but I deluded myself into believing I was safe in Rhys’s turf. If I keep thinking about it, I will be unable to sleep and mess up my work tomorrow. Rhys, that unpredictable asshole, might just decide to fire me for not adding enough sugar to his coffee. Luckily, I know a way to unwind that works for me better than any sleeping pill.