Pea Under The Mattress Story Novels & Stories

I’m woken up by a hand softly rubbing my cheek and her soft sweet voice, “sweetpea, it’s okay, Momma is here,” my eyes open and her face is laying next to mine staring at me. I go to stretch but can’t and my eyes dart up, I’m under my own desk, curled into a ball. Her voice is calm, “come on let’s get you out of there, hmm.” She moves from in front of me and off the floor, I crawl out and stretch, blinking in confusion as to why I was even under there. I look around the room and then it hits me, “the pups, did they find them.”

I'll have to think of something else to threaten him with. I was smiling as we entered the stables and dismounted. Faust returned to the castle, leaving his horse with a trainer, but I insisted on personally disarming and brushing Piccola Monella . As soon as she got comfortable, I decided to go in and take a shower. It smelled of sex, horses and Faust. In my room, I saw something green on my pillow. What on Earth? Were they caterpillars? They were pea pods. Zia had obviously stopped. Shaking my head at her, I began to undress while munching on the peas. The poor woman. Giulio would give her great-grandnieces and nephews, but probably not anytime soon. And I knew it wasn't...

They always say don’t joke about the thing under the bed. Like if you talk about it too much, it’ll crawl out. But I’ve never been the kind of girl who listens. Especially not with my legs spread and my fingers soaked, whispering, "If you're real, come out and fuck me already." It started as a joke. The kind of thing I’d say after too much wine and not enough dick. Some dumb fantasy about a monster under the bed—big, rough, inhuman. Something that didn’t care about manners or consent or dinner dates.

_*]:min-w-0"> POV: Emilia Greco _*]:min-w-0"> The box under my bed held three years of documentation. _*]:min-w-0"> I sat on my dorm room floor at 3 AM, surrounded by printed screenshots, recorded conversations, and testimonies from Ian's victims that I'd been collecting since we were fifteen. Every manipulation. Every lie. Every person he'd destroyed for entertainment or strategic advantage. _*]:min-w-0">

“If it was under my bed, then someone put it there.” Vanessa’s laugh is sharp, brittle. “And who would do that? You? With your sly little smiles and your bedroom eyes. Seducing half the house already, and now stealing…” She wants me humiliated. Cornered. But she’s reckless. “With respect, Madam,” I cut in, my voice steady though my hands trembling at my sides, “you visited my quarters last night. Only you had the chance to slip something beneath the mattress.” Gasps again. A murmur of shock. Adrian’s eyes flick between us, unreadable, but blazing.

I set the phone down on the bed. It slipped—smooth plastic sliding off the comforter—and hit the carpet with a dull thud. “Shit,” I hissed under my breath, praying the screen hadn’t cracked. I bent quickly to pick it up, hair falling forward, shirt riding up the backs of my thighs. And froze. Under the bed—half-hidden in shadow—was a roll of condoms. A whole strip of them, foil packets glinting faintly in the low light. Unopened. Waiting.

What to do? I bent down to take out a baseball bat that was lying under the bed. Holding it in my hands, I pasted my ear to the door and tried to listen. It seemed like an argument and some muffled voices. Oh, brother! I hoped my friends were safe. Gripping the bat tightly I opened the door less than an inch and found something hilarious. On the floor, there were two mattresses where Marwick and Sarah were arguing. Sarah wanted to use the mattress while Marwick wanted her to use the couch because of her heavy belly.

"It's bad, mom and dad will be angry if they found out." "Talk...what about the mattress?" "You know? We could cut it out, then put the box inside." "I thought you were a chicken, but I guess you're not, bring me the knife and should we do the bottom or the top?" "T-The bottom." "Right..." Celeste got Celia the knife and together they did the unthinkable. They lifted the mattress, turning the underside up and then Celia cut through the cloth, scraping out a great deal of the sponge inside only to replace it with the box.

The bottom part is…” She broke off the description to smile. as a man passed them in the hallway. Matt tried to imagine the play. It looked really sexy. But what was at the bottom? Merilee was silent until the man passed, and then she leaned close to Matt and whispered, "...the thong thong." Her pulse quickened. "Are you wearing a thong under that dress?" He swallowed hard. "You mean your butt is totally naked?" “Why don't you try to find out? “Oh, dammit. Did she want him to lift her skirt and… No. Of course. they were leaving for

Beep beep. Beep beep. Beep beep. 4am. He always slept through his alarm, or storms, hell a freight train could drive straight through the room and he wouldn’t budge. So the alarm he set was to wake her up so she could in turn wake him up. She use to roll over in the morning naked and wake him up how most men dream of starting their day. But, thing have been different this past year. Who knows maybe he really was having an affair. In any case, that was all history now.