Pillow Thoughts Poetry

One day- I can say precisely when I know the date. I will talk to her with no fear... Maybe we will walk while holding hands, seeing eachother and smile. These are my thoughts so far... As I roll around my bed I thought maybe tomorrow I should just confess. What if I will not get rejected? So yes! I have liked this girl for quite a while now, it's going to be 2 years. She is elder than me and I guess it's the time to make everything clear. "That's when he took my breath away! I couldn't help but stare in his dark black eyes~"

“I only married you for revenge. You are not my wife nor will I ever consider you one.” *** When the cold-hearted billionaire, Dariel Cannedy, got cheated by his ex-wife, he decided to marry Saafia Blooms as revenge. To him, it was- ‘My employee married my wife and I will marry his girlfriend. Simple as that.’- just to hurt the cheaters, to break them, to make them suffer. Saafia was against all of it, she believed in forgiveness, in kindness but Dariel’s heart was tainted black. Two people. Different thoughts, emotions, lives, demeanor. They were like light and dark. Still got married. Working this mismatched marriage was impossible; an incomplete tale- can they make the impossible possible?

Every other student could hear the inner thoughts of Chloe Yates, the campus belle. It was like a radio station was broadcasting her mind, and unfortunately for me, the broadcast was usually bad news. It started during the ROTC courses in our freshman year. I was doubled over with terrible period cramps and asked to sit out. Chloe just shook her head, letting out a dramatic, pitying sigh. "Oh, this is awful," her internal voice broadcast to everyone. "Should I tell everyone the truth? Sylvie is totally faking it. If the sergeant finds out she's lying, he's going to punish the whole class because of her." The sergeant, hearing her thoughts, immediately assumed I was a liar. He forced the entire class to run 30 laps as punishment. After that, no one would talk to me. Later, when I applied for the need-based financial aid grant, Chloe went on a rampage with her internal thoughts. "Her family isn't poor!" her voice screamed in everyone's heads. "They have a car and a house. She's just vain. She's trying to scam the college out of grant money so she can buy a new phone. I feel so bad for the actual poor kid whose spot she's stealing." Once the class heard that, they silently agreed to vote against my application. Without that money, I had no choice but to work three part-time jobs just to survive. I worked myself into the ground until I finally gave out. I collapsed in the classroom while clutching my chest, suffering a massive heart attack. I cried out, begging my classmates to call 911. However, Chloe's voice cut through the air right then. "She doesn't have a heart condition. She's pregnant. She's trying to trick a guy into taking her to the hospital so she can get an abortion, and then she's going to frame whoever helps her for getting her knocked up." Terrified of being blamed, the students backed away from me like I was radioactive. They stood there and watched as I died on the classroom floor. Right up until the moment I died, I never understood why my life had turned into such a nightmare. However, when I snapped my eyes open, I had returned to the day of the ROTC courses. The cramps were back, and the sun was beating down on me. Chloe did not know one crucial detail. This time, I could hear her thoughts too.

Age is Just a Number. Rebecca Martin has achieved most things one might hope to by thirty. She is a successful business owner, drives a nice car and is wrapping up the details on a custom built home on the lake. The only thing she is missing is someone to share her accomplishments with. One man has never been far from her thoughts – Kade McMillian, but his return to town after far too many years of chasing his dreams couldn’t be more poorly timed. With a younger man demanding Rebecca attention at the office, she has to decide between reconstructing a relationship from her past or diving in deep to something new and seemingly forbidden.

"I don't want this marriage. I am here because of my parents pressure.", he finally said looking at her directly in the eyes. "Me too. But I can't say no to my father. Because your father did a lot of help for us and I don't want to disrespect their feelings by saying no.", she also voiced her genuine thoughts meeting his shining coffee orbs. "Okay we will do this marriage but on conditions. Do you agree?", he came up with an idea to escape from this problem. "Yes I agree.", she immediately agreed without any hesitation. Marriage on agreement Will it work ?

WARNING: CLASSIFIED CONTENT Filth Files is a compilation of high-heat, explicit erotic fiction intended for adults aged 18 and older. This collection contains themes that some may find challenging or offensive, including but not limited to: extreme age gaps, power exchange, non-traditional family dynamics (taboo), and group encounters. The stories within are works of fiction intended to explore dark fantasies and boundary-pushing desires. All characters depicted in sexual acts are consenting adults. This is not a love story. Filth Files is a raw excavation of the thoughts you’re too ashamed to admit you have when the lights go out. It is a curated collection of the intrusive, the "wrong," and the utterly depraved. Read with discretion. You have been warned.

From the story of "MINE", Beth found love and learned she was a wolf with elemental powers and out of that love came "YOURS" the story of her son Scott who inherited those same powers and have now passed them down to his twin sons who must travel to find their mates and get them safely home. Three generations have to stand together to protect what is there's, a prophecy was foretold years ago and it's now coming to light "WAR IS COMING". Rogues are coming out into the open, they want to take over but with every army, there's a commander, he's seeking revenge for a brother lost and will stop at nothing to destroy Beth and all thoughts she holds dear.

Linguistics I. Interval. Linguistics II. From the beginning of the semester, she knew that this whole young and hot professor thing wouldn't work out so well. She was divided. Her heart went to one. Her hormones wouldn't let her stop thinking about the other. Did she really have to make a decision? All the time, libidinous thoughts invaded her mind, distracting her from her studies. Was keeping a secret but at the same time open relationship with both of them really that immoral? Isn't that how men behave? The big problem will be when the two professors meet and decide to clear up some gossip, right at break time.

She has served the country to great extents. When she returns home from Vietnam with medals and valors of honor, she’s taken in by Homeland Security. With the elections coming up for the Presidency of the USA, Alyssa Pope is assigned the position of Director of U.S. Secret Service and a seat in the Oval room. She is to become the president’s shadow and trails. Richard Davis is the head of the Democratic Party and the US President. Married and with his wife expecting a child, Mr. President has to secure a United front to the press even though, his thoughts are occupied by the woman standing outside his door. A secret affair with the President… Alyssa is not ready to face the consequences of their encounters in the oval room when the surveillance cameras are off.

Rivergate's most elite social circle had always shared an unspoken rule. Men were free to play the field as they pleased, drifting from one woman to the next. Women, on the other hand, were only allowed a single, discreet indulgence on the day they came of age—a privately hired "life assistant" meant to take care of their physical needs. … On my coming-of-age day, I picked Elliot at first glance from a hundred applicants who came in for interviews. He wore gold-rimmed glasses, looked composed and restrained, and carried himself with a calm maturity that set him apart. He was steady, meticulous, and obsessively clean. The only condition he agreed to was that there would be no bodily contact—hands only. And after every encounter, he would scrub his hands with disinfectant alcohol a hundred times. Over five years, the empty bottles alone were enough to circle the villa seven times. I used to think that one day, I'd help him overcome his barriers and truly make him mine. That illusion shattered the night I got drunk and accidentally wandered into Elliot's room. Hidden beneath his pillow was a DV camera, and inside were several videos of him pleasuring himself. On the screen, the same man who had always been calm and rational with me was staring at the lingerie of the adopted sister who had caused my mother's death, his Adam's apple bobbing as he moaned her name, "Chloe… I love you…" Only then did I realize that every step he had taken toward me had never been about me at all. It had always been a carefully concealed, long-nurtured love for her. So, it was very odd that he cried when I took my adopted sister's place in marrying someone else.