Pillow Talks Quotes Novels & Stories

“Taylor likes her pillow talk, you know.” Something felt off, but I couldn’t put my finger on what it was. “Does she?” “Yea, after I’ve pounded her into the mattress she likes to talk. She’s been spilling your secrets. And your boss's secrets.” “I don’t have a boss.” He rolled his eyes. “I just wanted you to know that I have enough information now about you to take you down for a long long time and Taylor will be my star witness.” “Well.” I puffed my chest out. The preening peacock. “I wouldn't know anything about Pillow talk, when I finished with her she was too busy shaking and catching her breath to want idle chit chat.” I grinned. Ever the asshole that was me.

"We need to talk. Alone.” d: “It's not over until I say it's over.”

The message preview contained only three words. We need to talk.

“You are the only person who has ever really listened without making it weird,” Zack admits, his voice dropping to a lower register. “Everyone else either starts crying or tries to give me inspirational quotes or something.” The wind rustles through a nearby oak branches overhead while they sit in comfortable silence for a moment. “Inspirational quotes,” she echoed. “That is a new one. What like ‘hang in there’ cat posters? Weird.”

She threatened to her pillow and pointing the pillow in anger. "Why am I talking to a pillow?" She groaned and rolled over her bed. "You know, you can be my friend." She said to her pillow. "Beside you will get to hear my problems as an exchange of my beautiful skull sleeping on your soft sheet." She said pulling the end of her long brown hair. "I must be crazy talking to a pillow like this." She sighed and scratched her hair.

The quote was attributed to Winnie the Pooh, and the center of the box frame held one of Michelle’s baby pictures. The TV was the Deadmonds’ reliable old Curtis Mathis, surely so out-dated that it couldn’t possibly even work anymore. He stared at it, a hint of a smile touching his lips (“I object to all this sex on the television,” Michelle used to joke in her best British, Monty Python voice. “I mean, I keep falling off!”), and he felt that rough diamond trying to rise again.

I stuttered angrily, "without the muck in it!" "Oh really? What about all the cotton that gets in your hair because of that stupid pillow you refuse to throw out?" Offended, I placed a hand over my heart, "that pillow have been with me for years! I cannot abandon it or its pillow titti!" Liza rolled her eyes, "you are so dramatic. No one plays with their pillow tits you weirdo!" "I do!" "Of course you do, you're weird. No one even calls it pillow titties."

“My friends call me a koala, sometimes, because I just latch onto things in my sleep. I was going to try not to do it to you, but… I guess that was kind of dumb, in retrospect, since I’m asleep when it happens.” “Oh,” Addison says weakly. “A koala. Okay. Yes. I see.” “Sorry,” Javan says, rubbing some sleep out of his eyes. “We can build a pillow fortress between us tonight, if you want.” I absolutely do not want! is what Addison would like to say. She ponders how she can communicate that without blowing her cover. “Oh, don’t worry about it,” is what she settles on, trying to sound casual. “It’s okay. I get cold at night, anyway.”

“What makes you think I’m talented? I could be just awful.” “Jack said you were amazing, so I may have Googled you, you’re not awful, you’ve won awards and go to fancy events.” “Did you find anything interesting? “Why? What are you hiding?” We went on like that for hours. We talked like we had known each other for years about nothing in particular and then things like religion and crypto currency. At some point we were lying down just facing one another; I was on the verge of falling sleep and could barely keep my eyes open.

"What are you saying?" "Oh, Sweetheart. Do You have an extra pillow with you?" Confused Jacqueline stared at the pillow on her bed. Replying. "Yes, I do have an extra pillow with me." "Take it in your arms." "Why?" "Just Do as I say." "But?" "I said, Take it in your arms, Jacky." Already feeling tired, She took it texting back. "I did." "Good baby. Now kiss it." Rolling her eyes, She wrote back "Jerk, Are you crazy, why should I kiss a pillow?"