Lady Bedspacer Novels & Stories

and then followed Lilly into the house. Up on the second floor, Lilly took her to her bedroom, which was right next to Lilly’s, unsurprisingly. Here, Chan noticed how luxurious it was, with a king-sized French-style bed, perfectly made with a fancy duvet and piles of pillows. There was a sitting area with an elegant sofa and armchairs, and even a recliner, one of those French-style ones, along with a vase with a bouquet of flowers, fresh and vibrant, brightening up the already beautiful room even more.

He stops messing with the covers, his hand stalled in midair. "Sex!" "Sex?" "It's what you do in a bed." My hand waves frantically back and forth over the king-sized bed like the lunatic he surely believes I am now. "It's been a stressful night. I didn't know that was on the table." "I see. Well, normally, that type of activity happens in bed. Doesn't it?" Spencer pats his empty side of the bed and then, in one quick movement, flies under the covers, the bottom half of his body disappearing. I'm left with a view of his gorgeous chest as he tucks the sheet tightly around his waist.

There were several pieces of artwork positioned around the room, along with a few carefully displayed artifacts that looked old enough to belong behind glass in a museum rather than in someone’s bedroom. Everything about the space was unmistakably Lucien. Expensive without being showy. Clean without feeling empty. There wasn’t a single thing that looked as though it had been placed there simply to fill a space. Then I noticed the bed. It was enormous. I stopped beside it. The sheets were pitch black, smooth and perfectly arranged across the mattress. I stared at them. It couldn’t hurt to find out if it was as comfortable as it looked. I sat down carefully on the edge. “Oh.”

The strong smell wafted through the room instantly, overpowering the sweet fragrance of Lara's lemon air freshener. Their room was painted a cool shade of purple and white with a bunk bed leaning against both side of the room. Posters of Halle Berry, Naomi Campbell and a half naked Latino male model lined the wall. In the far end corner of the room, blouses, jeans and every size bra imaginable were carelessly draped over a chair. Strings of colorful waistbeads dangled from a bent nail on the pastel wall.

She clicked off. Layla finished taking her bath. She wrapped herself in a new terry cloth robe she had bought and walked into the bedroom. She sat down at her cherry wood vanity table to do her hair. When she looked in the mirror, she saw herself, but it wasn’t her current reflection. Her hair had the familiar auburn highlights in the front, and she had on red lipstick and dark burgundy eye shadow. She was wearing a long, black negligee with straps. The vanity was brass. Carter slammed into the bedroom. The king-sized bed had a gold, satin comforter. The carpet was white. The walls were off-white with crown moldings along the ceiling and halfway down the wall. There was a fire in the firepla

These items would serve as reminders of happy moments and provide comfort during times of stress or anxiety. The bed in the center of the room would be adorned with the softest sheets and a plush duvet, inviting Skyler to sink into a peaceful slumber. Surrounding the bed, an array of pillows in various shapes and sizes would be arranged, offering support and comfort. A canopy draped above the bed would create a sense of coziness and privacy, allowing Skyler to retreat into her own little world.

A bottle of wine sat in a bucket next to the bed and there were some towels and a bottle of oil sitting on the nightstand. “It is oil and not lube, right?” His laugh echoed in the space. “Yes. This is about making my Ladybird feel good.” “It’s so pretty.” She couldn’t help but stare at the space. “I can’t believe you did this.” “As if you can’t believe I couldn’t be romantic.” He gently set her at the end of the bed and smiled before ducking into the bathroom. “What are you doing?” she asked as the sound of ruffling came out from the room.

Alice replied with a hoarse voice, typical of someone who is still asleep but forced to respond to someone else's call. "Go to your room for sleep." "Hmm ..." Alice, with her head still spinning from just waking up, completely forgot that Jordi was still in her room. She opened the bedroom door and climbed onto the bed. Let's assume Alice was not very aware at all because her sleepiness was greater than anything else. And finally, Alice and Jordi both fell asleep on Alice's bed, which was only one hundred twenty centimeters by one hundred centimeters. Narrow? Of course it's cramped. But they are comfortable sleeping together, hugging each other.

He raised an eyebrow, "Well then of course you live in this sort of shack, that's barely an income." She felt attacked by that comment, and although shaky, said, "We don't mind living here." "Of course you don't mind," he shook his head and rolled his eyes, "it's the cheapest place you can live in. Anyways, where is he?" She pointed towards the couch, and when Draven made his way around, he chuckled, "He's a slob." Eric was a weird sleeper, his body always finding a distorted position and this time, since he was drunk, he was drooling and disturbingly moving in his dream, aggressively.

The room wasn’t extra large but the bed was absolutely king size with draperies and bedspread made from the finest of fabrics. “Whoa, this is beautiful” I said impressed. The windows were large with a front view of the ocean. I could see other people walking around in short and bikini. “Thank you, ma'am for your help” “Do enjoy your stay and call me if you need anything” “My wife and I will let you know if we require your services. Thank you” Lin had replied with a smile as he walked her to the door. As soon as the lady walked out and closed the door behind her, I squeaked, dropping on the bed. Lin simply chuckled at my enthusiasm as he start to place our luggages away.