Whisper Pillow Novels & Stories

She hummed approval, then leaned in and kissed me slow and filthy, her tongue sweeping through my mouth like she wanted every last drop back. When she pulled away her voice was rough. “I have something we could try.” She rolled to the edge of the bed, opened the drawer, and brought out a little key. I stared at her as she got up on shaky legs,and moved towards the vanity table. She opened a drawer on its side with the key, and inside, wrapped in black silk, was a thick double-ended dildo—deep purple silicone, ridged along the shaft, each end realistically flared, about twelve inches long and girthy enough to make my pussy clench just looking at it.

I snuggled deeper into my pillow, loving the scent of it. I can’t recall my pillow ever smelling this good. It smells like a sea, in the tropical nature, with flowers and rocks surrounding it. I could even see the waves in my mind and see myself running to be carried away by it. It suddenly moved and I frowned, “be still,” I whispered and it stilled, “good pillow,” I murmured again and heard a deep chuckle. I ignored it and continued with my sleep, willing to see myself in my beautiful ocean again. The rise and fall of my pillow was rocking me deeper into sleep and I didn’t want to wake up anymore. I drifted further into sleep, I haven’t slept so well in a long time.

"I might not be back tonight. But tomorrow morning, I'll bring you your favorite pastries, okay?" Just like that, he was gone. His tablet was still on the couch in the living room. Isabella picked it up, noticing that his WhatsApp was still logged in. Two minutes ago, a woman under the name "Little Tease" had sent him a picture. The woman was dressed in a bunny girl outfit—black fishnet stockings and bright red high heels. Her eyes were half-lidded, her cheeks flushed, and she was licking her fingers seductively. Samuel: Want more?

"That was my favorite one, though." He leaned forward and brushed a kiss over my shoulder. "Then I’ll have another one made. Custom. With the softest fabric in the kingdom. You’ll never want to take it off." I looked back at him, raising a brow. "Until you rip it off again?" His grin turned wolfish. "Exactly." The bubbles fizzed quietly around us. A warm breeze drifted through the balcony, making my curls flutter slightly. I tucked them behind my ear, let the quiet settle over us again.

The silk whispered over her skin as he looped it twice around her wrists and secured it to the headboard with a tug that made her gasp. “Still so greedy for me,” he murmured, his voice rough. He dragged her tank up and off, mouth descending on one tight nipple, teeth scraping just hard enough to make her arch off the mattress. She was already slick, aching and shameless. He shoved his sweatpants down only far enough, rolled on protection and then he was inside her with one long, punishing thrust that stole her breath and gave it back as a moan.

Just the smell of old books, cedar, ink, and two souls refusing to bend. He sat first, legs spread, elbows braced, looking like temptation with a vendetta. I didn’t stand on ceremony. I dropped into his lap, sideways, one arm looping around his shoulders, legs draped over his knee. He blinked once. Slowly. “What is happening?” he asked, like he’d never seen affection weaponized. “We’re decompressing,” I said. “Don’t fight it. Breathe.” He laughed—soft, low, surprised. “You’re bossy when you’re worried.”

He immediately approached to help and asked in a whisper, "How are you? Did you learn anything new about it?" Raia looked around first before slowly arranging the books on the shelves. "For now, there's not much. But last night, I heard loud noises near the women's bathroom. I don't know who or what caused that sound, but when I went to the bathroom at night, I saw a human figure on the wall. I'm sure all the women were already asleep at that time, and I can't be wrong; that person was huge, no doubt. It could be a ghoul," he said flatly, without hesitation.

Can't believe I'm f**king doing this" she whispered, and he smiled again. "Thanks, thought you came here to argue with me again, but it's the other way round" he whispered back. "@sshole" she muttered. "My personal b**ch" he replied, and she giggled. "Personal? Who made me your personal b**ch you elephant" "Myself" he said, and she sighed as he hugged her tighter. She continued stroking his hair, and his eyes went shut. He could stay in her arms like this till whenever. He missed this madly.