Heartbeat Pillow Novels & Stories

Only one silky covered feathery pillow was in use. "O—okay." She agreed as she rested her head against his hard rock chest. She could feel his heart vibrating against her ear as she closed her eyes to sleep as soon as possible and since her eyelids were already droopy therefore she soon let the sleep consumed her in its peaceful aura.

When the radiating heat between them finally clicked and with a sudden awkwardness they seperate. They look everywhere but at each other as Hiya mesmerised and overwhelmed with Ahil's gesture looked down. While Ahil with an uneven heartbeat was trying to conclude those foreign emotions gripping his chest cast a glance at his wrist. Ahil realised it was past midnight now, as his hazel brown orbs observed the gold frame watch. Cutting through the awkward silence, he inquired, "It's getting quite late... Could you share your address with me? So, I'll make sure you get home safely."

I grabbed the hotel phone, "Yes, hello. This is Hugo. Could you bring up four new pillows for me? I want it covered with new pillowcases please. In pink if there's any. Yes that would be all, thanks." When the pillows arrived, I quickly placed it around Bethany so I could take a quick shower. I dried myself up, grabbed a clean boxers and a plain white shirt then I carefully slept next to Bethany. I gently carry her and placed her body over my chest so I could feel her breathing against mine. I carefully placed a pacifier inside her mouth and I was thankful enough that she wasn't a light-sleeper. I watch Bethany as she sleeps on top of my chest and I didn't even recognized that I fell asleep

I'd keep my distance and my dignity and I wouldn't let him see how much he'd hurt me. I stood up from the bed, my legs steadier now and my breathing more controlled. My wristwatch was still beeping. I glanced down at it. *Heart rate: 128 bpm* I took a slow, deep breath. In through my nose, out through my mouth. And another breath. The beeping slowed. *Heart rate: 115 bpm* Another breath. *Heart rate: 102 bpm* The beeping stopped. Good. I was in control. I was fine.

72 beats per minute. Quiet. Controlled. I rolled onto my side, burying my face in the pillow. The watch was heavy. The room was locked.

Such a soft pillow, Amaan sighs in his sleep. He clutched it tighter and rubbed his face over it in contentment. It was different today, soft and smoother than any of the pillows he had. And then it beat. Beat? He frowned in his sleep, and soon the beating turned profound like a heartbeat. He pulled the pillow closer just to confirm if the beating was coming from it. Even in his sleep, his mind was vigilant of unusual pillows. The moment he pulled it closer, he heard a moan.

My mood changed drastically and Sebastian noticed this. He asked what was wrong with me and I didn't know if it was a good idea to tell him what was happening to me. -It's hard to explain. -You didn't sleep very well, did you? -Is it that noticeable? -Why can't you sleep, is something bothering you? -No, it's just that I can't get to sleep. -But I can tell you're tired, tell me what's wrong. -It's hard to explain. -I know I shouldn't interfere but it's wrong that you don't sleep, you're affecting your health.

I had stopped noticing the emptiness around month nine, which felt, in retrospect, like its own small grief—not that he wasn't there, but that I had adjusted to it so completely that his absence had become the baseline, the normal, the thing I organized my nights around. So when I became aware, slowly, that my heated body pillow was breathing— I went very still. The breathing was deep and even. The surface under my cheek was not the smooth, temperature-regulated fabric of my pillow. It was warmer than that, and less uniform, and there was a texture to it, and a heartbeat, and— I tilted my head up by approximately half an inch, just enough to confirm what my nervous system was already insisti

My pussy and ass were completely exposed. He pressed a button on the wall. The bench started to hum. Warm air blew gently over my skin. Then small pads lowered from the ceiling and pressed against my temples, my neck, my breasts, my inner thighs, and right above my clit. They felt cool at first, then started to tingle. Kai stood between my spread legs and watched my face. “Relax and breathe. Let the system read you.”

Her fingers placed with the zipper on his pants with her lips about to crash on his again. A gasp escaped his lips and his breathing was heavier. He opened his eyes and stared at her hand on the zipper of his pants. She kissed his parted lips and a wave of pleasure flooded his body. "Nineteen."He breathed out.