The Bed Novels & Stories

“One is for the bed.” Nick’s eyebrows arched again. “Really? Which one?” He could feel her smile against his chest. “The white one is for the bed.” Nick reached over and picked up the white control. “It vibrates the bed?” “Yes . . . and . . .” She trailed off. “And?” he asked with intrigue. “Rotates it,” she admitted. Nick chuckled and placed the remote back on the nightstand. “Does this room have any other . . . amenities I should know about?”

“I’ll give you a call if I need you, okay?” After a little more persuading, Adeline relents only after seeing me enter the massive bedroom. And when I say massive, I mean massive. The first thing that grabs my attention is the gigantic bed, it’s easily more than twice the size of my single one. I guess it’s an Alaska King-sized bed, one that could easily fit four adults. I guess I know what he needs that gigantic bed for. I shiver at the thought of sweaty bodies entangled with one another in many different sexual positions, because why else would anyone purchase a bed as big as that?

It was a white inbuilt bed made of fiberglass, resembling a shallow, four-sided bathtub with a finely designed headboard. Two five inches of transparent glass went around the quadrangular sides of the bed. One of the transparent glasses glistened with blue light. In the blue light was boiling water that made no sounds. There wasn't a mattress on the bed, just fiberglass, though there were two pillows. On the wall beside the bed were three power buttons. Red, white, and blue.

A comfortable looking sofa off to the side facing one of the biggest tv’s I have ever seen stood to the left, back in the village, only a select few people manage to bag a tv, Daniel and I being one of those people but due to how thick in the woods we were, you didn’t any channels. What also seemed gigantic was the bed that sat against the wall in the middle of the room, the sheets matched the colour scheme and looked to be some of the softest sheets I had ever seen. The headboard was a material type light grey, which matched the wood of the bed. I’d be worried I would sink so far into that bed I would never been seen again! “Wh

Sebestian, who walked by Allen, felt the coveted gaze from other people and held Allen tightly along the way to declare to the world that this beautiful person is already taken. Fortunately, Allen always feels dull in the eyes of outsiders, but she also looks comfortable as she leads her around. "Sebestian, what do you think of this bed?" Walking into the bedroom and bedding exhibition hall, hundreds of various bed frames are neatly displayed for you to choose from. Among the many bed frames, Allen took a fancy to a black matte steel bed frame. The head and foot of the bed have a simple and neat shape, which is quite Allen's per

Lilypads float along the water’s surface with beautiful pink flowers; it’s the most enchanting thing I’ve ever seen! The woman carries me down the carpeted path, over the pond and up a few small steps where a large round king-size bed resides on a raised platform. Three layers of curtains are pulled back exposing the bed. The first curtain is red and gold, then a gold curtain and then one made with gold lace. A curtain of beads surrounds the bed and I have to admit, the bed also looks gorgeous. Plush white, silk covers and white silk pillows against an ornate gold headboard that depicts a majestic

"Also, this isn't going to be your bed moving forward, just so you know." "I kinda like it though." "Yeah, well this bed is lacking some important features." He took a seat on it, bouncing a little. "Like what?" "It gets pretty cold around here, even during the summer. The bed down the hall is much better equipped for someone that's not used to the temperature in these parts." "Really?" I squinted as if confused. "Yes, really." He moved his face closer to mine until we were practically touching. "It comes with a built-in heater that will keep you warm all night."

Every single time I get intimate with my boyfriend, Lyle Holloway, I notice he always changes the bedsheets afterward. After a frenzied release, I can't help but ask him about it. Lyle gently twirls a strand of my hair around his finger and smiles tenderly. "Of course it's because your best friend sweats buckets. Every time before I do it with you, she gets jealous and insists on going first. Ever since I met her, I've realized that women really are made of water." His response catches me off guard, and I stare at him in utter disbelief. "What did you just say?" He stubs out his cigarette, a half-smile playing on his lips. "Grace, your mom was tortured to d

Every time I slept with Jennifer Brooks, I noticed that she had changed the sheets. After we finished one night, I finally asked her about it. Jennifer traced her fingers across my chest and gave me a gentle smile. "Obviously, it's because your good friend sweats so much. Every time, right before you and I do it, he gets jealous and insists on going first. I never knew a man could sweat that much during sex until I met him." My mind went blank. I stared at her in disbelief. "What did you just say?" She met my gaze, her lips curved into something that wasn't quite a smile. "Connor, your father was tortured to death in bed by the women your mother hired, not by me. So every time you lie th

Qyxiella “OH, C’MON, QUE-xa-ella! You can do it! You can find a man tonight and ace our bet!” Zhenesca, one of my best friends, naughtily smiled as she drank her tequila and said my name drunkenly.