Heartbeat Pillow Novels & Stories

I lay there motionless as my chest rose and fell slowly in a steady rhythm. Dwane hesitated for a moment when he came close to me and found me lying down – he was unsure if he should disturb my peaceful slumber. As he stood there, the beeping sound continued as a persistent reminder of his presence. My eyelids fluttered slightly, and in a quick reflex, I shut my eyes tightly, hoping to feign sleep so that I could avoid any unwanted conversation.

The vibrator hummed softly between her thighs, its steady pulse a gentle reminder of the pleasure lingering just beneath the surface of sleep. Her skin was flushed—a soft pink glow that spread across her cheeks, down her neck, and over the smooth planes of her body. She was tangled in a peaceful kind of surrender, her breathing slow and deep, the rise and fall of her chest steady and easy. Her hair spilled messily across the pillow, some strands sticking to the damp skin of her forehead and neck. The cool air brushed over her bare shoulders, causing her skin to shiver faintly, but she didn’t move much, still caught in the heavy haze of sleep.

She moves her body slowly and makes it back to her room, she throws herself on her bed and puts the pillow on her head. Her shoulders move up and down and stifled sounds can be heard in the room, she falls asleep in tears and sorrow but then after several hours, she hears a ping sound from her phone and she wakes up hurriedly as if she wasn’t the one sleeping peacefully before.

I sit on the edge of my bed in the half-dark, thighs pressed together against the low throb that's been building since the delivery box arrived this afternoon. The new Nexus Veil headset stares back at me from its sleek black case, matte finish catching the faint blue glow from my bedside lamp. No bulky straps like the old models. This one is a slim visor with soft neural pads that mold to your temples and a thin band that wraps around the back of your skull. They say it reads your arousal metrics down to the millisecond, syncs haptic feedback straight to your nervous system.

Sebastian said, voice low and exact in the dark. I didn’t need the order; my body had already folded around my belly, hands braced, knees bent under the sheet. The mattress dipped beside me as Shelly pressed in, her shoulder hot against mine, her fingers finding my wrist and holding there like a pulse check. “Breathe with me,” she whispered. I tried. In for four. Out for six. It felt like dragging air through wire. There was movement in the hall—boots slipping, someone grunting, another voice cursing under their breath. Then the dull thud of a body hitting a wall and sliding down.

Deep in the quiet luxury of my master suite, the air was a soothing, perfectly regulated twenty-two degrees Celsius. Wrapped in plush, high-thread-count silk sheets, my body had finally begun to recover from the brutal physical toll of the past week's hoarding sprints. I was deep in a dreamless, peaceful sleep, anchored by the absolute security of the fortress around me. *BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.*

The others followed, still cautious—aware that there were dozens of Sleepers on this floor alone—but wanting to see what had brought him here. Timms’ eyebrows had shot up when he looked inside. There, on the bed, hooked up to drips and monitors, was a girl... a woman. She was asleep, just like the other people they’d come across, but there was something different about her. She didn’t have that shite oozing from her body for one thing, there wasn’t a wispy cotton-wool mask over her face. It was exposed to the air, and very pretty—if a little thin—her long, golden locks splayed over the pillow like a fan. One monitor showed her heartbeat was steady, but slow. She was in a coma too, but someho

"I’ll take the couch. We can put some weights on the mattress or—" ​"The system is calibrated for human movement," Dante interrupted quietly. "It tracks heart rates through the mattress sensors. It knows the difference between a stack of books and a person. If we don't both stay on that bed, the report she receives at six a.m. will show a 'residency discrepancy.' And then Silas wins."

Aria blinked her eyes several times before she woke up completely. But she closed her eyes again and hugged the warm and hard pillow next to her. It’s so comfy even though it was very dense and hard. It also smells really great and she loved it. But there was something strange about this pillow. It also could hug her back… and she could clearly hear sounds like a steady heartbeat and breathing from this pillow. Since when a pillow can do that? Aria's eyes widened when she realized that she was not hugging a pillow but a man.

The smell of ozone from the gear mixes with the scent of sex. "I'm close!" I scream. "Don't lose the signal!" Alex shouts. "Hold the peak!" I shatter. I scream into the pillow, my body convulsing. I clamp down on him, my heart hammering like a machine gun in my chest. HEART RATE: 155 BPM. CLONING COMPLETE. DATA SECURE. Alex groans, emptying himself inside me, his weight crushing me into the mattress. We lie there, tangled and heaving. The holographic screen glows green.