Intimacy Blanket Novels & Stories

Alexander turned a page. Elijah watched him for a moment from under the blanket. The blanket was new too. Not the blanket itself—it was one of the cashmere throws that lived on the back of the sofa, the ones that were soft in a way that suggested they cost more than Elijah's monthly share of Dani's brownstone. But the fact of the blanket being over him, that was new in the sense that it had become ordinary. Somewhere in the past months, the act of Alexander covering him when he fell asleep had crossed the line from notable to expected, from gesture to habit.

The two lovebirds lay beside each other, wrapped in the soft, white blanket. The warmth of their bodies merged beneath the covers as they stared at the ceiling. Only the faint melody of the slow love song, the sound of the make-believe rainfall and the gentle sound of their breaths filled the space.

He asked. I didn't answer. I just sat down and scooted closer to him. I covered his body with the blanket, "It's too small, so," I took his arm and rested my cheek over his shoulder. I tried to let it fit us both, "We need to be really close to let it cover us both." "You didn't have to-" "Shut up, you're freezing." I interrupted him. The bare skin of his arm was so cold, I could feel it. I pulled the blanket up his body and covered his neck.

Fresh slick mixing with the cum. “Yes… Sir…” He pulled the blanket over her. Lay beside her. One big arm draped possessively across her waist and held her close.

Tight and hot and everything I’ll ever need. We move together in a rhythm that’s more than instinct. It’s perfection. It’s us. Her fingers claw at my back. Mine grip her hips like I’m holding on for dear life. She whispers my name like it’s a lifeline, over and over, until we’re both exploding, her first, then me, together in the dark. I don’t pull out right away. I stay. Because that’s the point. We’re stronger together. When we finally settle, I pull the blanket over both of us and tuck her close.

Not on the balcony, we're not that adventurous yet, and I’m sure the neighbors have telephoto lenses, but in the bedroom with the curtains thrown open, the night sky visible through floor-to-ceiling windows, the city lights painting our bodies in shifting patterns of gold and shadow. It's unhurried, tender, the kind of intimacy that comes from a year of learning each other, of knowing exactly what touch will elicit which response, of being so comfortable that there's nothing left to prove. We aren't trying to impress anyone or ourselves, we are trying to connect. We move together like we've done this a thousand times, because we have, and yet every time is still a discovery, a reaffirmation

Blaze took the light purple blanket, there are some lavender motifs that decorated the blanket with the fragrance of flowers. “I like to make my dreams come true! Especially…. Especially when that dream relates to you!” He said then returned to kiss me deeply. I let him, even as his hands roam under my shirt and touch my most intimate body part… I'm just silent, I let Blaze… and I enjoy it?

Together. The dimly lit living room, illuminated only by the soft glow of the fireplace, provided the perfect ambiance for an intimate evening. On the plush velvet sofa, nestled amidst a pile of fluffy cushions, sat Anton and me, our bodies intertwined in a passionate embrace. My legs were draped over Anton's, my feet resting gently on his thighs, creating an intimate and cozy princess hold. The warm glow of the fire danced across our faces, casting a romantic hue on the scene.

He placed his pointing finger to his mouth and whispered, “He might hear us. Lower down your voice when you’re talking about him.” I chuckled until he left the room. The air conditioning system of his room was making me feel chilled. I grabbed his thick blanket and wrapped it around me. It gave me a heating feeling which is better than frosting myself inside his room like ice. This must be the blanket that he’s using most of the time especially when it’s too cold for him. I can feel his presence, him hugging me comfortably with this blanket. I can smell him, his presence that he’s just beside. Is this how it feels when you like the person or when you love?

Of course it would be a taboo thinking about my cousin in that kind of way. “Yes…” I nodded. I watched him stand up from the couch to go get a blanket up the stairs. He returned almost immediately he found the wall socket and clicked it off instantly making the entire living room dark and the only source of light from the television. “Here” he softly placed the blanket on my legs covering me properly and then he spread the cover across himself too putting us in this weird couple situation. He turned around staring at me as he relaxed properly now on the couch his body extremely close to mine I could feel his skin rubbing mine slowly.