Reading Lap Pillow の小説・ストーリー

I nodded and walked away. I made good on my decision to bring the laptop stand to Alexa. I found the stand buried under a pile of old files. It was a sturdy, adjustable model—perfect for someone who needed to work from bed. I also grabbed a solid, slanting pillow that would help prop her head up without straining her neck. When I returned to Alexa’s ward, I found her trying to type on her laptop, the device perched precariously on her lap. She looked up as I approached, her eyes lighting up when she saw what I was carrying.

I opened the basket. Inside was... A jar of pickles. A cheese plate. A fluffy, soft blanket. And curled around the whole thing… a narrow, body-length pillow. I stared at it all for a good thirty seconds. Pickles? Cheese? A pregnancy pillow? What... was this? A laugh bubbled up inside me—half bewildered, half hysterical. Was this a joke?

The wife would be gone shopping for an hour or two then would come back with supper for us. I had this pillow that I liked sleeping on the floor with because it fit under my neck just right. It was one of those round long pillows that look like half of a hot dog, just bigger around. It was kind of old and worn but it was the one I always used when laying on the floor or couch.

Dylan told me and helped me eat. I finished the food and decided to take some rest. The food was better but I won't praise him for that. I went into my bedroom and saw a pregnancy pillow lying on the bed. "I got G shape pillow for you. It won't create pressure on your stomach. You can sleep on it relaxingly. Even if you accidentally sleep on your stomach." He said, as if he had read the catalogue of it almost a hundred times. "Thanks.." I said and went inside. I slept on that comfortable pillow. It was so soft and didn't bend my back. I loved it.

"What? Can't have too many pillows." "Too many? More like you covered the whole floor." I found myself trap with pillows. "Well, deal with it." Lily then went to bed, making herself comfortable on the left. "I can't sleep with only a few pillows. I need something to hug my back and front." I snort. "Don't you mean you want Liam to be your pillow?" She gasped, throwing a square pillow at me, and I caught it laughing. "You know you want him." I teased, willing my brows as I made my way on the air bed.

LYRA’S POV I was awake but I oddly felt too comfortable in my bed and wanted to sleep more, I snuggled into my pillow but froze. My pillow was hard, I tried to squeeze it, but it was not soft. Then, I felt it, my pillow was breathing. Pillows are not alive so why was mine breathing, and it was warm. Feeling that something was wrong, my eyes suddenly flew open and I blinked rapidly trying to adjust my vision to the light.

I shake my head at the fact I had to slide the box from the porch to the living room as it was too large for me to maneuver. “I bought you something,” Jackson states matter-of-factly. I try to decipher whether he is speaking to me or to Nya as he reaches into the large brown box to reveal its contents. He proudly holds a long, snake-like, stuffed object nearly as tall as he is. “It’s not much to look at like this. Follow me,” Jackson prompts, striding to my bedroom. He removes the protective plastic covering and displays the pillow on my bed, forming a capital C. “It’s a pregnancy body pillow,” he proudly announces. “The reviews claim it allows a pregnant woman to sleep more comfortably. Hop

Lilly sprawled across her bed in the dim afternoon light filtering through the curtains, her body already buzzing with that familiar, insistent ache between her legs. She'd stripped down to nothing, the cool sheets teasing her bare skin as she grabbed her favorite pillow a thick, firm one she'd claimed for these moments. Flipping onto her stomach, she positioned it lengthwise beneath her hips, the soft fabric pressing against her mound. Her pussy lips parted slightly from the contact, already slick with anticipation, a thin trail of wetness smearing onto the pillowcase.

’ Layla sighed from her sleep, snuggling close to the large, somehow muscular, warm thing pressed to her side. ‘When did I buy such a wonderful body pillow? It feels like it’s hugging me. And it smells so good. Like chestnuts. It’s so relaxing. I could sleep forever.’ She threw her legs across it, clinging to it like a koala, and a small, contented smile crept into her lips. “I don’t think it’s a good idea to cling to me so tightly in the morning, Layla.” Zayne said, and she frowned.

I never knew my pillow could be this warm and comfy. Hm, it is even cuddling with me. My prayer has been answered. I snuggle even closer to the warm pillow until my leg touches what it is not supposed to touch and my hands feel hard abs. Pillows don't have abs, I say in my head before my eyes flow open and the comfy, warm pillow is actually not a pillow but Blake. Okay, Breathe Aria Breathe Nothing happened right?