Book Pillow Thoughts Novels & Stories

I sighed, cuddling one of the pillows go my chest. "Me too. You don't want to know how hard it was for me all day, just-" "Just what?" "Just thinking about you, your body, it keeps doing all sorts of things to me," he sighed, "I tried to shift and inspect the pack to keep my mind off it, but that did absolutely nothing." "What kind of things is it doing to you?" I brought my voice down a little, biting my lower lip and twirling a lock of my hair around my free finger.

I have come to accept this path, and in another lifetime, maybe I will be lucky enough to be born into a shell where I can be who I am. I am questioned by my father almost daily, and I tell him I have no time for such things as girlfriends and romance. My mother does not ask. I am afraid to think about it myself. Here it is 426am, and here I lay in this king-size bed, all the while I feel like a shepherd. So many thoughts in my head keep me awake maybe I will start journaling, so I have someone, something that will hear me. It would be past me, speaking to future me, and later when I read back, it would be as forthcoming to me since every minute that goes by is lost. So do we ever really hav

Thus the snapping at his mother irritably the next day over the smallest of things. He reasons his sexual fantasies about his mother are not entirely his fault though as the doctors at the VA tell Jimmy if he has difficulty sleeping, he should focus his mind on "nice things". Things that make him smile. Things that warmed his heart. Things that give him comfort. When he tries this method he finds his thoughts inevitably turn to his mother and, of course, she is wearing one of her skimpy little string bikinis.

He promulgates but with softness as though he is the wire puller of what goes in my brain . "I want to but I'm not able to sleep." I complain rubbing my eyes with my hands in fists. "Edith can you get more adorable with that pretty face and that cute pussycat's picture stuck on your night shirt? I swear I'm going to buy you a trunk of those night wears with those cute sketches." I crib hitting my hand on the pillow. "I'm not finding sleep and you keep on talking."

Leon's PoV Laying down on my bed, not knowing why today’s bed felt so comfortable and soft, I turned my body facing the right as I moved by left hand over hugging onto a long, soft, and warm pillow. With my mind still half asleep I did not wonder how or where this comforting and sweet-scented pillow came from but instead pulled it closer. Just as I tried doing so, I heard a sweet and attractive moan come from the pillow. Now confused not knowing whether I was mishearing something or not, my consciousness soon recovers as I began to recall last night’s event.

I dress the bed, changing the bedspread to a more beautiful and clean one with very nice girly designs, some pillows and throw pillows are on the bed but I feel like they are too small and they won't be enough for my Natalia, I wouldn't want her pretty neck to suffer or any other part of her body. I take some pillows from on top the wardrobe and add to the ones already on the bed, I heard girls loved to use alot of pillows when sleeping else their backs would ache, I don't know how true this is or how possible it also is, but I'm not a girl and so I can't challenge the theory but apart from my Natalia, I feel it is very unnecessary for anyone else to use something more because of their gende

“No. It's no bother at all. I'm happy to be here for you when you need me. It's the least that I can do.” “My lack of sleep is not about the room either,” I revealed. “The room’s great. I've just been having so many nightmares these days and they haunt me every single time I shut my eyes to sleep.” Goosebumps ran through my body as I talked about my experiences. “I… I try to push those thoughts away but they just won't stop. I cannot make them stop.” Sweat beaded on my face as I narrated my ordeal while he listened with rapt attention.

I work my fingers well until I come all over them. I breathe in and out in satisfaction, but I crave the real deal. I enter the bathroom and quickly wash myself, but all the soaps in the world can’t wash away the thoughts I have for him. I go to bed quickly, popping a pill to help me sleep. I know that if I don’t, the thought of him will keep me up all night and I need every ounce of sleep.

GREY I sink myself deeper into the pillow. For the life of me, the bed feels like some sort of jelly. The material is wonderfully, a blast. I've never had such luxury before so forgive me if I plan to never leave. I want to be smooched and sunk deeper. Matter of factly, I don't ever plan to leave here. But there's a problem. I swear, I know there's someone behind me... waiting for me to turn around, maybe?

She wasn't kidding she was willing to kill me if it saved her the problem of see my annoying face. ‎“If I were you I would start locking my door from now on. I mean even the pillows nowadays have feet and they could just walk out at anytime and decide to sleep on your face, and when that happens who knows you might just sleep forever” She added with a chuckle, and my mind immediately fell into chaos. ‎Pillows can't walk, so how were they supposed to walk over, and sleep on my face? ‎‘or were their pillows possessed?’– I wondered, staring at the pillow lying beside me with suspicion.