Soft Surroundings Blankets Novels & Stories

"You're kidding right?" I ask as I get control of myself again. Before Trey answers our waiter returns, our drinks on his black round tray and a blue Mexican blanket thrown over his arm. I've seen blankets similar to these all over with their various striped patterns. They seem to be on sale everywhere, but I haven't picked one up yet. The waiter hands me a plastic neon green cup and I place it on the edge of the fire pit while the blanket is wrapped around my back and over my shoulders to create a shawl. The fabric is thick and firm, a little scratchy, but it keeps the wind from my bare skin.

The room is instantly plunged into darkness, save for the faint glow of the moon filtering through the curtains. With the absence of light, my senses heighten, allowing me to fully immerse myself in the cocoon of warmth and comfort that surrounds me. The blankets, like a protective shield, wrap around my body, molding to every curve and contour. The familiar scent of freshly laundered fabric fills the air, creating a soothing atmosphere that lulls me into a state of tranquility.

The next morning, before Victor woke, I left the house and headed straight for the electronics store. I took my time to browse before choosing cameras with solid specs. It was small, discreet, and equipped with night vision sharp enough to see through darkness. When I tucked it carefully into my bag, my heart steadied with a quiet resolve. By the time I returned home, Victor was gone. He always went downstairs in the mornings to play chess with the other retired men. It was the only part of the day I felt completely safe. I chose several key locations: a corner in the living room, the end of the hallway, and my bedroom.

There were a bunch of different furnishings and objects scattered throughout the room. Between racks full of restraints, canes, whips, and paddles and the four-poster California king bed that sat in the corner, with more restraints placed at the top—the entire room was filled with everything having to do with the BDSM lifestyle. Despite the room being filled with intimidating contraptions, there was a very intimate feeling that blanketed the space. Maybe it was the materials of velvet. Maybe silk was dressed up the furniture or possibly the dim lighting. Whatever it was, the area gave off a specific kind of warmth that I was fond of.

Stacey It was a large room, spacious and elegantly decorated with a large four-poster bed taking centre stage. The white linen and plush fur blanket draped over the bed created a cosy atmosphere. A faint scent of vanilla and lavender, likely from the fresh linens, with multiple fluffy pillows and cushions scattered on top. A wardrobe stood on one side of the room, contrasting the dark hardwood floors that were covered by a thick, soft rug.

I take in a deep breath, shaking off the eeriness that has encapsulated us. “Okay. So where are we going?” I ask her. She smiles and turns around to open the door. I walk in and see a room that instantly makes me warm and happy. There are big puffy gray blankets in the back corner of the room laid out with smaller, light pink, soft and plush pillows to make a huge comfy bed or lounge area. There are tinkles lights hung from corner to corner and side to side, and big, beautiful navy-blue curtains that layer the whole back wall, covering head to toe windows.

That little cookie guy was my favorite when I first saw it. Throwing some kernels into the popcorn machine, I gathered all the snacks I know she will probably want so she doesn't have to put pressure on those sore looking blisters. The side closet off to the left of the room was filled with different kinds of blankets. I figured that since she will be clean and relaxed, a blanket made of silk sounds best for her.

Aftercare is depicted with warmth and humor. Marco carefully unraveled the crimson silk, his touch feather-light against the faint, red impressions left behind on her skin. The moment her arms were free, Leo enveloped her in a ridiculously oversized, impossibly fluffy cashmere blanket he had procured from a hidden cabinet, cocooning her until only her flushed face was visible.

My body felt like mush and I loved it. I was pampered in the bath, fed my favorite chocolates, got my hair washed and my body ravished once again in the warm soapy water. Damn was I the luckiest woman or what, I was definitely floating. One of my presents that I got after was a fluffy throw blanket made from cashmere the color was a soft pink with literal threads coated in gold running through it. Nicky most of told Apollo about my obsession with cashmere throw blankets. I even got two matching pillows it was decided I was the luckiest woman in the world. Snuggling deeper into his arms I kissed his chest and he returned it by kissing me in my hair.

…Rowland POV… We chatted about the various trinkets and decorations she had placed around the room - a vase of fresh flowers on the nightstand, a collection of books on the shelf, and a cozy throw blanket draped over the back of the couch. Freya settled into bed, I couldn't help but notice the cozy throw blanket draped over the back of the couch. It looked so soft and inviting, and I knew that Freya would appreciate the warmth and comfort it provided.