Book Pillow Thoughts Novels & Stories

A really having thing at that, made me wondered if pillows have suddenly decided to become heavy overnight. That she probably be alarming enough to get me on my feet but I shrugged it off and continued sleeping, hoping to catch a few hours of peaceful doze before someone would wake me. At least that was what I hoped for until the weight of my upper body moved. I could really accommodate the fact that pillows had decided to gain weight over night but movement? Pillows never and will never move.

Being on her knees with my hands on her face and fucking those pouty lips— “Fuck,” I breathed, swallowing the lump in my throat and glaring at the semi in my sweatpants. I had to stop thinking about her. Which won’t happen when she is under the same roof, taking a shower, all wet and naked— I closed my eyes and thought about all the ways I helped my patients with their anxiety. I took four deep breaths. After clearing my heads of all the filthy thoughts, I made a list why I should never think about the said filthy thoughts.

" I just got lost in my thoughts." "Are you okay?" She called, concern laced in her voice. " Is it cause of Noah…" "No, no, no." I cut her off. Anytime I seemed to be thinking about something, she automatically came to the conclusion that Noah was the cause. " It's not about him. Could you please not talk about him for a little while?" "Okay." "Thank you." "So what are you thinking about?" "This." I tapped the space beneath my queen sized bed feeling the soft fur of the rug brush against my fingers. I knocked hard against something and I smiled. Reaching even deeper, I grabbed the object and pulled it into sight. " This is what's on my mind."

Surely that meant getting a little alone time too. Alex eyed the pillow. “Dude, you slept in the pool? That’s too cool.” Sophie arched a brow. “Who brings a pillow in the water?” Whatever. It was softer than sleeping on a fucking rock. Well, at least that was what I thought mermaids slept on as pillows. Who cared anyway? I snatched my pillow from the mermaid and got out of the pool. Fuck you all! I was never doing this again.

"Yeah, because who in the hell still uses bar soap?" "I do for my face." I smile and roll my eyes. "You need couch pillows. And a throw blanket." I eye the ones in the bedding aisle and he grabs a random throw blanket with a wolf on it and mismatched, bright colored pillows. "What are you doing?" "Getting what you say. Throw blanket and pillows for my couch." I crinkle my nose and stare down at the pillows. "Colorful choices." "Yep. That will remind me of you every time I see them."

Fuck why was my thoughts and senses getting played around with that girl. Angrily, I picked the pillow in an attempt to toss it away when a devilish and warm thought clouded my head… She humped her pussy on it right?... my own pussy soon started twitching. I was turning breathless and fuck having not being able to control myself, I placed the pillow over my nose to take a sniff of it….and it fucking smelt like her pussy mixed with cum….she fucking cummed on the pillow? That fucking girl. I threw the pillow back on the bed with my breathlessness growing worst, I didn’t know if this girl had changed my sexual preference because that was what it felt like now.

It was a fair deal, but it didn't stop me from groaning in frustration and hurling my pillow at the door. "Shut up!" I growled, annoyed, and the banging stopped. This brought a victorious smile to my lips. I turned over in bed and wrapped my arms around my other pillow, letting out a contented sigh. "This bed is just so comfortable," I whispered to myself. "I don't think I've ever slept so well." As I drifted off to sleep, my mind wandered to the future. "When I leave this place," I thought, "I'm definitely going to buy a bed just like this one. I don't think I could ever go back to sleeping on anything else."

TW: Suicide, self harm, negative thoughts. STEPHEN'S POV I gripped my pillow harder in my hands, my back aching from how long I've been in this position. I was resting against the headboard of my bed. And right now, I realised how uncomfortable and unnecessary the carvings and designs on the headboard are. They were too much, and were very stupid at this moment.

Zeke I've had countless hookups in this bed, but I somehow always wake up thinking to myself when the hell I got a body pillow when in actuality, I'm snuggling with an actual person —yes, I snuggle. I’m a snuggler. I'm not an animal! Not this morning, though. I've woken up alone, and I feel like I had this vivid dream of meeting someone amazing last night.

I bent down and kissed her, “you can’t do anything wrong.” “I can.” Ripley said, giving me another quick peck. “Maybe it’s selfish of me, but I want to know everything about you. I want to know how you work and what that brain of yours is thinking all the time.” She giggled. “Often when a woman asks a man what he is thinking about, it’s nothing meaningful like the roman empire. But I think your thoughts are much deeper than that. We, as women, tend to worry more and go from one train of thought to the next, having whole conversations in our minds. Or maybe that’s just me.” “Do you have conversations with me in your mind?”