The Bed Novels & Stories

And under the dome are two single beds. “I … wh—” I’m so wrong-footed I can barely get out a word. “Beds.” I turn to Ben and point. “The beds.” “Yes, these are the beds, madame.” Nico gestures at the singles with a proud beam. “This is the bedroom.” “I know those are beds!” I’m gulping for air. “But why are they singles?” “On the website, it shows a super-king bed,” Ben takes over. “I saw a picture of it. Where’s that gone?”

They both froze, their bodies tense as they crested their climaxes and then together collapsed on the bed, breathing heavy, their bodies slick with sweat. Rick lay panting on top of her, his dick still buried deep in her ass. "God, that was good," he gasped, his limp cock slipping out of her as he rolled away. Sitting up, he spread her cheeks, watching his cum ooze out of her gaping hole. Lazily, she reached beneath herself and turned off the vibrator, slowly pulling it from her drenched pussy. "I should go," he murmured, rising from the bed and pulling on his clothes. "All the guys are downstairs, passed out drunk, but I don't

“What about the bed?” I checked the bed. It was polished with varnish already. I don’t it needs a retouch. “Ah, do you want to change the bed’s color….what are you doing?”

Spoke to someone in a low voice while Lina sat in the wheelchair with the baby and looked at the floor and kept her breathing even. A nurse led them through corridors that all looked the same. Clean. Quiet. The hush of a building full of people existing in various states of fragility. They stopped outside a door. The nurse looked at Lina. "He's stable," she said. Carefully. That’s just the way medical people said stable when they wanted you to understand that stable was the best word available right now and not to ask for a better one. "The machines you'll see are monitoring. They're not, he doesn't need them to breathe. He's breathing on his own." She paused. "Take as long as you need."

“Why did you wake up? do you need more pain meds?” “I...you were not in bed. I feel...better with you in bed.” His voice cracked a bit as he nuzzled closer into my pillow and let my arm drape over his body. His leg slipped between mine, fitting us like the perfect jigsaw puzzle. “Shh...you’re safe now. I’m here for you. Go back to sleep. We can talk in the morning.” I could feel that he was breaking in my arms, but I was not going to let him deal with it when he was not ready. “Sleep, baby, I got you...”

Tabitha: A cold draft of wind blew across my bare backside. I stirred for a moment and then woke up. The room was dark, and the bed was larger than usual. I tried to move, but a deep gnawing pleasurable feeling shot through me, and I fell back down on the soft, silky sheets.

He never gave her much of a tour, he'd just asked her to wait downstairs each time. Ashleigh walked down the hall and walked into a bedroom. It looked like a typical boy's bedroom. Blue paint coating the walls, posters of cartoons and hockey celebs covered the paint, a green chest of toys and beside it an extra large box of Lego. In the centre of the room, a single bed, small in size, covered in Ben 10 sheets. She smiled to herself. "No wonder why he never lets me up here," she told herself. She went to the wardrobe and opened its doors. Inside were old clothing and at the bottom a box. She pulled out the box and sat on the floor beside it. She opened the box and saw a DVD cover.

‘We’ve shared my bed before’. Sharing her bed was one thing but sharing my bed was a whole new level and one part of me was starting to act out. I got into the bed anyway and placed a pillow between us for safety measures. She smiled at my action and turned her back to me. ‘Relax Zayn, I’m your sister tonight’. Yeah, that solves everything. ‘Goodnight sis’. * ‘Zayn’. It was red, bright red. ‘Open your eyes Zayn’. My eyes were open but all I saw was red.

from that tragic day. Getting up from the strong, wooden mahogany bed frame supporting an extremely soft bed foam coated in deep blue bedspreads that she would've preferred to have been black instead, she made her way into the bathroom. The wooden bedframe was clearly made from mahogany due to the reddish–brown colour it had.

Simple. Except it was otherwise. Because I realized the man lying in that bed wasn't my brother. And I didn't realize that until it was far too late. The room smelled like him, but not quite. A deeper, muskier scent with cedarwood tainted the air. I crept in slowly, half-blind as I dragged my fingers along the edge of the table to guide myself. The bed suddenly creaked and I froze. “Micah?” I whispered. But no answer. All I got was the sound of a slow exhale, and the sheets.