Novel Couch Novels & Stories

It was an invitation. "Everything okay?" Bill collapsed on the couch as he usually did. The couch was his pride and joy. It was a six- thousand dollar perfectly cushioned, dark brown, leather couch with two matching ottomans. He loved his couch. He saved up from several paychecks for it, and he and Rachel loved to watch sci-fi and old horror movies on it after work and sometimes on weekends. "Everything's good." Rachel grabbed a pillow and held it to her chest. She was in shorts and had her bare feet crossed beneath her.

I entered his office and started walking toward his desk, but I heard him say: "Let's sit on the couch, Catherine. It'll be more comfortable for you to share your tablet screen with me." I looked at him, finding it strange, but headed toward the couch. It was a huge black leather couch and very comfortable. I sat at one end and crossed my legs, my dress riding up slightly, revealing the black lace of my thigh-high stockings, but I didn't bother pulling it down - I wanted to provoke Alexander. I heard him grunt; he was losing control, and his massive erection was proof of that.

Kyle says again. I lie down. The couch cushions accept my weight like an old friend. The fabric is rough against my cheek. That textured upholstery that was supposed to be stain-resistant. It smells like laundry detergent—the lavender kind I buy in bulk from Costco. And underneath that, something earthier. Dog. Gas sleeps on this couch. Has claimed this armrest as her favorite napping spot. There are probably dog hairs embedded in the weave. I should vacuum it. The thought drifts away before I can hold onto it.

She felt dirty whenever it occurred to her that the forester slept on this wooden bed every day, often with his body reeking of sweat. Luckily, Zayne made a special effort to put a genuine leather sofa in such a cramped space. Since the cabin’s space was limited, the sofa wasn’t long as it stood about 1.2 to 1.3 meters long. It seems that I can sleep on this couch by curling up on it, she thought to herself.

Humming softly, I wandered through the living room and flopped onto the couch, staring at the ceiling. “This fucking thing is so uncomfortable… Jesus!” I tried to find a position where I couldn’t feel a single spring, but the more I fidgeted the more awkward the positions became. The whispering from the other room stopped me from going over to announce we’d be sleeping in a sweet threesome tonight. I’d rather have my poor wings ruined by this shitty couch than be a cockblock between my friend and his woman. Then the door between the two rooms creaked and Nathan’s huge black silhouette loomed over me.

A plush, oversized couch sat at the corner of the room close to the down-to-ceiling windows, with its cushions adorned with many soft, inviting throw pillows around it. Positioned amidst the soft pillows and couch, was Ethan and Ava lying there comfortably, with their bodies curled together in a delicate embrace. Her head was resting on his chest with her ear harmonizing to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, while his arm wrapped protectively around her, creating a feeling of safety.