Book Pillow Thoughts Novels & Stories

I needed to get out of this dress and wash this gunk off my face. ******** An hour later, I found myself brushing my hair while having some inappropriate thoughts about a man I had only met for a few minutes. I positioned myself on the bed with a pillow placed between my thighs. I silently prayed for my mother and Brenda, then closed my eyes in an attempt to find sleep, but sleep was far from my reach. My thoughts raced uncontrollably like a horse on a racetrack.

No matter how much I tried to stop those thoughts, they came back, rushing in speedily like a damn flood. Of course, I couldn't erase it out of my mind completely. How could I? When the person was the main focus of my thoughts was sleeping peacefully on the couch next to my bed. I turned to look at his sleep form, I could still see the slow rising and falling of his bare sculptured chest in the dimmed lights. He sleeps so peacefully while I reminisce on the chaos he'd stirred up in my body; he slept like he knew he didn't have any fear at all like he knew the deadly night entities would not think of hurting him if they ever dared to come close.

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.

​The silence of the train car was absolute. The countdown to the end of the Architect had officially begun. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and for the first time in months, I didn't think about the past. I thought about the kill.

Not twice. Not even three times—about five times, moaning and hissing his name as she turned her face, like someone being fucked in her dreams. I'd barely slept afterwards. The following night wasn't any better. Because once a thought entered your head, it became impossible to kill. Especially when that thought involved your soon-to-be wife and your best friend of ten years. At first, I told myself it meant nothing. People talked in their sleep. People dreamed. People said random things.

And here I'm thinking about where to sleep while sitting on the bed with dangling legs. "He is not going to sleep on the couch and he won't fit in that. And I can't sleep on that couch as my back still hurts." I thought in my mind. I was so immersed in my deep thoughts that I didn't realize Jordan was sitting right next to me until his sexy voice fell into my eardrums. "Are you fantasizing about us making love to each other on this bed tonight?"

Aria pov I wrapped my towel snugly around my chest, the fabric comforting against my skin as I tossed the feathery pillow towards the far end of my mattress. I squatted to retrieve the other throw pillow, which had tumbled to the floor during my restless sleep. My gaze was directed upwards, not needing to focus on the ground beneath me. As I traced my fingers over the soft material of the pillow, I brushed against something unexpected—something light but oddly textured. Curiosity piqued, I lifted it, my heart pounding as realization hit me like a bolt of lightning: it was a woman’s underwear, carelessly discarded on my pristine bed. The sheer audacity of it sent a wash of outrage coursing th

"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.

Bishop "If you roll over one more time, you're going to roll off this bed." "I can't get comfortable," she grumbles. "My belly's too big. I can't sleep and I just wanna be able to lie on my stomach. I haven't been able to do it in months. I wish you could feel this. It's annoying," she complains, turning over so that she's cuddled up against the body pillow she's taken to sleeping with. "Do you want me to shove a pillow under my shirt? Put a watermelon around my waist?" I think this is the stupidest thing I've ever heard, but whatever it takes to put her at ease, I'll do.

Then, my hand dropped slowly to my side. I let out a quiet breath, shaking my head once before turning away, walking back towards the couch. The energy drained out of me all at once. I grabbed the nearest pillow and pulled it into my chest, curling slightly into it as I sank back down. Just rest. Just stop for a second, you don’t have to decide everything right now. But even that didn’t settle anything, the thoughts didn’t stop. They kept circling my mind. Thoughts of Barron, of Liam. Thoughts of the video, of that kiss.