Naked Body Pillow Novels & Stories

He pushed off his wet trunks, and now naked, he propped himself up on his bed with his laptop. The image came up just in time to show Brenda slip out of her bikini on the far side of her bed, facing Bryce's camera. His dick began to quickly expand as he took in the beauty of those gorgeous tits and the little landing-strip muff of pubic hair that adorned her pronounced pussy-mound.

He plunged in the middle, spreading his arms as they pressed against the soft mattress, his body leaning, rested himself casually, the towel still hanging on his neck. The bare body of his illuminated a shining aura on the table lamp as he stretched his legs casually. His well built body with a firm chest and his bulging biceps seemed surreal as he always covered themselves in full sleeve shirts. No one would know his bulk muscles underneath the gentle exterior of his.

As he slowly removed them, then I used my left palm in cupping my right breast and my right hand in cupping my left breast. When he removed my shorts and panties and I became naked, I lowered my body into the cold water even more and I was pleased as the soapy water helped in covering my nakedness. So he didn't see anything! “Who do you think changed your dinner outfit when you collapsed two days ago?” He shook his head, looking at me like I was fooling myself by covering up my nakedness. “Who do you think also has been cleaning your unconscious body or even changed you into your PJs?” He scoffed.

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?

His pillows were specially made to cure his insomnia because he used to have nightmares on early days after the tragedy. The soft pillows made from eiderdown feathers, ancient cotton and non toxic cooling foam which were very expensive and should be imported. He doesn’t care about the money, he can buy hundreds of them if he needed but the mess she created leaving him in crisis is unforgivable. He wouldn’t let her live in peace till he sees her set his bed neatly. One of the reasons he took her longer than she expected was to mess his bed so that he could make her set it. He fed her well because she definitely needs more energy to set his giant bed and to clean the sheets.

He pulled the waist of the Santa pants well out in front of him so the pillow might drop in easily. Beth was pleased by what she saw. The thin white undies didn't hide the shape of Chris's nice looking cock at all. "Was that a little wet spot near the waistband?" she thought. She stuffed the pillow into his pants as he held his Santa shirt up and then worked it back down over the top half of the pillow.

“Strip, Corporate Cum Queen. We’re upgrading the contract today.” My heart hammered as I peeled off my blouse and skirt, standing naked in front of them. Jax opened the box and pulled out the most insane BDSM contraption I’d ever seen: a full-body leather harness with silver rings, built-in nipple clamps connected by thin chains, a thick remote-controlled dildo with a bulbous base that locked inside me, electric stim pads for my clit and inner thighs, and a delicate silver shock collar that read “Property of Strategic Innovations” in tiny engraved letters.

Pillow humping The clock on the wall ticks. 12:15 PM. I’m not done. The ache in my core didn't go away with my fingers; it just got deeper, heavier. I need something more substantial. I grab the long, overstuffed body pillow from the head of the bed. I drag it down, pinning it between my thighs. It’s cool and firm against my heated skin. I flip over, burying my face into the mattress, and straddle the length of it.