Book Pillow Thoughts Novels & Stories

‘I like boys? I let that sit for approximately 3 seconds before the next thought arrived right behind it. ‘What the…’’ I shook my head slightly. Once. Twice. As a result of the specific motion of someone trying to physically dislodge an idea that had taken up residence without permission. ‘How exactly does this work? How exactly does any of this work?” I reached for the duvet and lifted the edge to check again if this hard di*k has gone down as I was still kinda feeling it.

With my pillow squeezed in my arms, I shut my eyes, welcoming the images of Alpha Dawson's cock. Catching a glimpse of it earlier was my undoing, and now, I can't stop thinking about it. It was so huge that I feared what would happen if he ever tried to thrust inside me. My God. Why would I have such thoughts? Why should he thrust inside me? That's absurd! Still, I couldn't deny the tingle that erupted in my spine at the thought. Nor could I ignore the wetness in my panties and the twitching of my pussy. It was getting excited over my lewd thoughts. Too excited that I took a finger down there, rubbing it through my panties. I've never had to do that.

Mу hips mоvе involuntarily juѕt thinking аbоut thе оnе I hаd last night. It rірреd thrоugh mу bоdу lіkе a whirlwind, lеаvіng mе раntіng аnd ѕwеаtіng. I’ve gоt tо ѕtор thіnkіng about this. I nееd tо mаkе ѕоmе ѕеnѕе оf today, аnd оbѕеѕѕіng аbоut hіѕ сосk аnd hоw іt thrills mе isn’t going tо hеlр.

She successfully picked a pillow from her bed and aimed it at me, earning a laughing spree from me. I picked the pillow and clutched it tight to my chest, getting lost in the thoughts that swallowed me after the comfort that followed the hold of the pillow in my hands. "What are you thinking about?" She questioned. I had no lie in the stall to tell her but I was not sure if I was ready to inform her snitt my pregnancy yet.

NEXT DAY I woke to the sensation of something being thrown at me—soft, yes, but with the precise weight and velocity that suggested malicious intent. The object—a pillow, as it turned out—bounced off my shoulder and hit the floor with a muffled thud. I groaned, burrowing deeper into my blankets, hoping, foolishly, that if I ignored the chaos stirring on Ingrid’s side of the room, it would eventually burn itself out like one of her short-lived obsessions.

"Okay, it's fine. Totally fine. Your room, your rules. I'm just a guest. A traumatized guest who definitely isn't thinking about—never mind." 'Shut up, Kelly.' I laid down on my side of the bed, turning my back to him and clutching the pillow to my chest. My heart was racing like I'd just finished a race at the track. 'Okay, this is fine. This is totally normal.' After a moment, a thought occurred to me. 'I should probably demarcate the bed. Build a pillow wall or something. Otherwise, Danny might get the right idea.' I turned to suggest the pillow barrier and froze.

It was a primal, physical reaction she had never experienced in her entire life, a sudden, overwhelming rush of desire so potent it frightened her. She squeezed her eyes shut, her fingers clawing into the dark fabric of Lucian’s trousers as she tried to keep her thoughts from spinning completely out of control. Oh my god, she thought, her heart racing so fast she could feel it in her teeth. If he can read minds, I will literally die of embarrassment right here in this chair. I am a complete mess. She could feel the faint, slick dampness building down there, a heavy, throbbing warmth that made her want to squirm against his lap, to press herself closer to the cold, hard planes of his body jus

I never knew my pillow could be this warm and comfy. Hm, it is even cuddling with me. My prayer has been answered. I snuggle even closer to the warm pillow until my leg touches what it is not supposed to touch and my hands feel hard abs. Pillows don't have abs, I say in my head before my eyes flow open and the comfy, warm pillow is actually not a pillow but Blake. Okay, Breathe Aria Breathe Nothing happened right?

I decided to stay the night here as it would be troublesome to come back now and come back to the office early in the morning as my office building is nearby. In the room after taking a shower I was laying on my bed trying to sleep. When you are laying in bed trying to sleep, this is the worst time when your mind starts running random and stupid thoughts, although my thoughts weren't stupid(Author: Is it really the case?**give side eyes**) , but still they weren't helping me sleep. Suddenly I remembered how when my mom asked me about if I am interested in someone and immediately 'she' appeared in my mind. -But why? I don't even like her.-

“I think… I would like… a… I mean… all I have ever had was a hard cot and a thin blanket. I think… I would like… a pillow… I mean… a good pillow…” Brian only looked at me silently, I hope I didn’t hurt his feelings. Turning my head away in shame I started kicking myself for even speaking. Eventually he sighed. “Okay, Mariah, lets deck out his room. Guy wants a good pillow, let's get him a great bed!” I felt his arm on my shoulder as he started to lead me deeper into the store. “Let’s introduce you to Egyptian Cotton!” “Hey! Wait for me!” Mariah laughed. “You need to get the right thread count!”