Tom Holland Body Pillow Novels & Stories

I threatened, taking the pillow and throwing it at him. He didn’t bother to dodge; he just caught it and examined it. “Very good quality. You can moan into it,” he said, throwing the pillow back at me. “You can shout all you want, but no one will come. The room is soundproof, little bride,” he chuckled while taking off his t-shirt to reveal the sculptured chest and abs that were previously obscured by that article of clothing. Well, I have seen Harold with his upper body bare one time when we were at the beach. He was a dish for the eyes but… c-compared to him, this Ryan… He was a mouthwatering banquet featuring all my favourite dishes.

But Lisa sounded relaxed, so maybe it was a good thing. When Terry's men came to pick up the pregnancy pillow, Hersha even told them to take the pastries she had made to Lisa. Terry looked at the stuff his men brought back, only to realize this was not just a pillow. It was a U-shape pillow, providing full-body support to the user. Lisa could sleep on any side with the pillow. "You're going to sleep with a pillow like this?" Terry asked.

“Rav, you're going to want to see this. I didn't take my eyes off my laptop. — Did your wife have one of those pregnancy pillows? It says they help with sleep. He looked over my shoulder at the screen. — Don't buy this one. Buy one that hugs your entire body. Fits on both sides. — Oh. — I clicked on what he recommended. Reviews called it the Ferrari of body pillows. Great. I added it to the shopping cart, then looked up. — What do I need to see? He held out a flash drive. — It's the camera we placed outside the club's VIP emergency exit. With my stomach in knots, I took out the small drive and inserted it into my laptop. When it was mounted, I double-clicked the video file and it started pla

Pillow humping The clock on the wall ticks. 12:15 PM. I’m not done. The ache in my core didn't go away with my fingers; it just got deeper, heavier. I need something more substantial. I grab the long, overstuffed body pillow from the head of the bed. I drag it down, pinning it between my thighs. It’s cool and firm against my heated skin. I flip over, burying my face into the mattress, and straddle the length of it.

My bed was always warm because I kept the thermostat set two degrees higher than Damien preferred, a small rebellion he'd never noticed, and because of the heated body pillow I'd purchased seven months into our marriage on a particularly bleak Tuesday afternoon. The pillow had been an extravagance. Two hundred and forty dollars that I'd put on my own card, not his, because spending his money on something that existed purely to compensate for his absence had felt like a line I didn't want to cross. It was large and firm and maintained a precise temperature that I had, with some private embarrassment, come to think of as approximately correct. Not quite right. But close enough that I could sle

And now that they didn’t need anything for rent, there was plenty of money between the two of us to get some extras. “Ooh, look at this!” Leann exclaimed as we walked through the store. She’d found a giant body pillow with a fuzzy cover that was super soft. And Mom and I both looked at each other. I could tell what she was thinking, and also that suddenly the wheels were turning in her mind.

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