Envy Pillow Novels & Stories

“This is a bag I got for Auntie. I think it’s perfect for her to bring along when she goes exercising in the morning.” “I got these tablets for Billy and Bobby to help them in their studies. I’ve already downloaded several educational applications on them.” “This is a set of clothes that I got for Granny. All the older women I saw in Europe are dressed this way; don’t you think it's just the most fashionable getup ever?” “And this.” Sally placed a massager in front of Shawn. “This isn’t for Granny. It’s for you.” “I consulted a salesperson, and she told me that this massager works wonders for retired soldiers like you, who have a ton of physical ailments from their time in the army…”

My eyelids felt like a deadweight of about 100 kg had been weighing them down so I let my eyes stay closed and pulled the pillow near me. Burying my face into it, I deeply inhaled the scent. It was citrusy, had a hint of mint, and was very delicious. I rubbed my face against the pillow as I inhaled lungfuls of that scent over and over again until I realized something. I had been so affected by it that I did not even realize that the scent belonged to Jasper. With a start, my eyes flew open as I looked at the pillow. It was a rich gold color, unlike the soft pinks I had in my room.

I stuttered angrily, "without the muck in it!" "Oh really? What about all the cotton that gets in your hair because of that stupid pillow you refuse to throw out?" Offended, I placed a hand over my heart, "that pillow have been with me for years! I cannot abandon it or its pillow titti!" Liza rolled her eyes, "you are so dramatic. No one plays with their pillow tits you weirdo!" "I do!" "Of course you do, you're weird. No one even calls it pillow titties."

Irene “I counted them, Les. There are exactly fourteen pillows on this bed.” I sat cross-legged in the center of the enormous mattress, tossing one of the absurdly expensive silk throw pillows into the air before catching it again. The bed was so soft it barely felt real, more like sinking into a cloud engineered specifically for wealthy people with stress disorders. Across from me, Alessia lounged against the mountain of cushions with her bare feet tucked beneath her silk dress, a bowl of half-eaten truffle risotto balanced precariously on the nightstand beside her.

In her ultimate wisdom, she had loaded her bed with the thickest duvet she had found on sale and woke up in bids of sweat. In the minutes following, Elena had stood to stare at her image in the mirror. Her pajamas were worn out, the stripes fading away. She had unbuttoned the shirt and took a look at her body to appreciate it as she always did. she loved her body. It was her most prized possession. As she buttoned back her shirt, she tried to remember where she had gotten this pajama from. And she did; It was a Christmas gift from one of the twins two years ago. It had been delivered to her doorstep…. she stared at her sore nipple for a while then backed off a second.

And now that they didn’t need anything for rent, there was plenty of money between the two of us to get some extras. “Ooh, look at this!” Leann exclaimed as we walked through the store. She’d found a giant body pillow with a fuzzy cover that was super soft. And Mom and I both looked at each other. I could tell what she was thinking, and also that suddenly the wheels were turning in her mind.

I relax back when i see it's him. "Oboy, what kind of sleep is this" he says. I hum contentedly and roll over,snuggling my pillow. "Chidi!" He whisper-shouts. I snuggle deeper into the soft folds of the pillow, and close my eyes in utter post-sleep-orgasm.The pillow cloth has that soft fragrance of clothes washed with detergent. A wondrous scent that is rudely and suddenly stamped out by something unpleasant, primal even. I open my eyes to the sight of Tobi's polo floating just inches from my nose, rumpled into a mop. I hiss and push it off the ledge.

Soft, warm pillows cushion my fall and their warm embrace leaves zero room to worry. They’re perfectly formed around me, hugging every curve and dip of my body, as if landing on them was destiny. The fall saved me from that creature, and while I don’t like the new turn of events in my nightmares, if this is how they end, I’ll take it. I moan in bliss, perfectly happy to never leave this nightmare-turned dream, as I press my face further into the pillows, but something shifts against my stomach and stops my movements.

But Lisa sounded relaxed, so maybe it was a good thing. When Terry's men came to pick up the pregnancy pillow, Hersha even told them to take the pastries she had made to Lisa. Terry looked at the stuff his men brought back, only to realize this was not just a pillow. It was a U-shape pillow, providing full-body support to the user. Lisa could sleep on any side with the pillow. "You're going to sleep with a pillow like this?" Terry asked.

I yawned and move my head opposite to the side where the windows wont hint my face directly. I placed my head into the soft warm pillow and smell the strawberry scent. “Heaven,” I murmured while sniffing my pillow. I should by more strawberry scented pillows or maybe strawberry scents for my diffuser. I snuggled more into the pillow when I felt an arm move on my head. I rolled my eyes and glanced at the owner. “Who could this be?” I wondered. I used all of my force to get up in bed but I was back again by a strong grip.