Michael Myers Body Pillow Novels & Stories

I moan as I thrust against my pillow again as I picture Michael stroking my length. Suddenly my pillow grew arms and they gripped my hips, holding me still, and I froze in horror. My pillow leaned down, sucking my earlobe into its mouth and gently biting on it. "Good morning love." It said, in its rough sexy morning voice. Fuck me! .... Brushing my teeth I can't shake this embarrassed feeling. Once I realized my body pillow was Michael, I remembered asking him to sleep with me last night. I was so embarrassed I was humping him, I ran into the bathroom and locked the door until he left my room.

I was prepared to run if necessary. The strippers stayed for about thirty minutes. After they were gone, Alyx handed me one of the gifts on the table. I looked inside the bag and then immediately wished I hadn’t. My friends were all horny little freaks. I definitely would not be using that present, nor would I need it. Not when I had Jarren. The second bag was bigger than the first, and I was happy to find it wasn’t some sex mannequin but instead a body pillow. “Trust me. You’ll need it.” Alyx stated. I thanked her, and we continued our night.

“Since you want him to lose it all, take some more valuable stuff. “Coming here, we don’t have to pay.” Sally nodded. “Mhm!” However, what exactly was valuable? Sally did not know either. After going around the supermarket for a long while, pushing Elijah, she bought a smart footbath and massager for Grandma, a phone for her uncle and aunt respectively, as well as many healthcare products. Finally, in the textbooks section, for her uncle’s twins—Billy and Bobby—she bought… two complete sets of Five Years of Senior-Year Exam Modules.

My head would fling back, were I able, but in my restricted position, flat on the carpet, I cannot. "Mmm... can´t quite reach you easily like that." He fishes a pillow from the bed, and with little apparent effort, heaves me up at the hips, shoving it under me. He´s so strong... My pelvis lifted by the pillow, spine arched, I am even more exposed. I sigh in relief as some of the tension on my knees is eased by my new position, but Michael notices. "Can´t be having that. Definitely don´t want you relaxing." He tightens up the rope again, further spreading me.

I moan at the wonderful sensation and thrust against it again. But to my horror, suddenly my pillow grew arms and grips my hips, holding me still and I froze. My pillow leaned down and sucked my earlobe into its mouth then gently bit down. "Good morning love." My pillow said, in it's sexy, rough morning voice. Fuck me! I've never been so embarrassed in my entire life! I thought for sure I would never be able to look at Michael again. And I wouldn't have since I tried to avoid him all day. Unfortunately he had other ideas, and the first ideas seemed to come first thing this morning when I was trying to get my coffee.

Anna assured me while squeezing my hand in support and I smiled at her. My eyes wandered back to Miracle and our eyes met for a second before she looked away with a frown. Either she thinks I'm creepy or she can feel something that she couldn't explain. The party continued and everyone gave their gifts to her, including me. My gift was not anything expensive but the latest invention of my company. A hi-tech pillow that will automatically adjust according to the user's body position. It also has a cooling and warm function, according to the room's temperature. Plus, it has a massage function that can help the user relax or get rid of a headache. Miracle had her brain open recently and I figur

I shake my head at the fact I had to slide the box from the porch to the living room as it was too large for me to maneuver. “I bought you something,” Jackson states matter-of-factly. I try to decipher whether he is speaking to me or to Nya as he reaches into the large brown box to reveal its contents. He proudly holds a long, snake-like, stuffed object nearly as tall as he is. “It’s not much to look at like this. Follow me,” Jackson prompts, striding to my bedroom. He removes the protective plastic covering and displays the pillow on my bed, forming a capital C. “It’s a pregnancy body pillow,” he proudly announces. “The reviews claim it allows a pregnant woman to sleep more comfortably. Hop