Hugs Pillow Novels & Stories

He replied slowly and dropped a kiss on my bum cheek “Yes, that's a thousand squats a day, baby" I said to him as he continues to squeeze and rub my ass "Uh-huh" he said “You feel so soft, like... like a cloud, a fluffy cloud" He said while putting his face on the pillow “Oh, that is the pillow, you are humping the pillow" I said to him smiling a little “Huh? Is that what you call it?" You a damn female, whose pillow is this? Whose..." He asked behaving drunk as hell

“I thought twice about buying it.” “Why?” “You might not need me in bed once you have that. I mean, I can’t even hug you in that size.” I laughed. “We’ll make it work. When our baby arrives, sometimes we have to take her to bed with us, and we should put her in between so that she won’t fall. So you, big guy, should have to adjust and give way.” “I think I have no problem with that, but that fucking pillow, I might regret buying it for you sooner.”

Stephen offered no apology, simply placing the bucket down with a smirk before slipping out of the room, leaving me fuming. ***** I woke up tangled in warmth. It was delicious, so I snuggled closer, sighing contentedly. Now this was how mornings were supposed to be. But something felt…off. My body pillow had never been this comfortable before. And it smelled good, spicy and masculine, not the usual lemon-fresh scent of my laundry detergent. Wait a minute. Body pillows don't have rib cages. Panic surged through me. I cautiously opened one eye to see a wall of muscle mere inches from my face. Great. Just great. What had I gotten myself into this time?

it hasn't always been like this but it felt different, hard and hairy. She rubbed her hand on its hairy surface, loving the soothing feeling. Her lips curved into a smile. When did her pillow become so comfy and... When did it start breathing? Then she heard a chuckling sound, and the so-called pillow vibrating. That's when it clicked..It wasn't any pillow but a full bodied human. How stupid of her to think it's a pillow. She jerked up when she felt a hand brushed past her cheeks.. Her eyes grew wide seeing Phoenix on the bed with her.

A little grouch decamped his lips as he snuggled closer to the tepidity beside him, holding it serried and near with his head rested on a squishy yet compact pillow. A smile crept to his lips, it felt congenial and smelled nice too while an ardent stroke continued on his head.

He took the other pillow and chucked it off the side of the bed. “Wait,” I said. He looked over at me, a single brow raised. “Are you one of those monsters that sleeps with eighteen pillows?” “I… only two,” I said. “I just like to have one to cuddle, that’s all.” He looked at the pillow once more before he slid his gaze to me again, and this time his expression was different. It had a sort of smug, teasing quality to it. “I like to think that I can cuddle better than an inanimate object.”

She picked the other pillow and hugged it tightly as she snuggled herself to comfort, falling asleep shortly after. ...

She screamed in silence. She walked on the bed and let her body fall on it. She smelled a familiar smell on her nose. Smiling, she sniffed the pillow above her, grabbing and shuddered to hug it. She sniffed the pillow many times. "Smells good!" "I know. You can have all of me later. For now, come out and eat." The pillow she was hugging flew into the air in shock. Aiden caught it standing in the doorway. She bit her lip so hard. Aiden smiled at her, the smile on his lips was annoying. She jumped up and approached him.

I hugged my pillow more tightly and went to the deep slumber of sleep again. "I will kick both of your asses, Luna or not! Get up now!" I was once again disturbed by the noisy woman, I didn't even know who she was. I turned to another side leaving my pillow but then my cushion back hugged me. Hmm, my pillow loves- wait when did my cushion start roaming on her own. No, from when did any pillow start moving? Was it like a story scene? That would mean I was hugging someone, who was it? Xavier? No, that muscular monster couldn't be so soft and squeezy. 'I mean man his chest was so hard- stop right there mind.'

The hug was different when he cried because the hug they shared was closed with no air can pass and the butler's pheromones were releasing a sensible lust and care of love. HiVi took his pheromones, a milky apple shake and mulberry in desert sand fragrance, he took as much as many as he can, good thing his not on heat, or he will surely reject thus abundant number of pheromones. The hug lasted longer that they didn't even notice the time, not until Avist ended it because something's dangerous up, down him. A little chuckle escape from HiVi's lips, and touched it without shame, that startled Avist with wide eyes.