Whisper Pillow Novels & Stories

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.”

L. He’ll be rolling on your ass when he smacks you down, Nerissa. Laugh now. Cry later. I picked up a vibrator. My gaze roamed its eight-inch length. I fondled it, caressed it, touched its cloak, made of the softest silicone and lightly threaded with simulated veins, such as a real cock would possess. While the burnt-orange color doesn’t exactly make me want to rip my panties off at the moment, I know whose penis was used to create the mold for this. It’s supposed to be a company secret… Behold! I hold in my hand Whispering Cock!

her eyes sparkling with excitement, her voice trembling with delight, as she gazed at Whisper with utter enchantment. "Whisper is an ancient Luminari, a being of light and magic," I explained, my voice filled with a sense of wonder and awe. "She has the ability to freeze time, cause laughter and happiness, making even the darkest of days brighter," I said, smiling at the thought. "She can also make people forget her, which can be quite useful," I added with a smile. "And with just a touch, she can cause flowers to bloom, filling the air with their sweet fragrance," I continued, my eyes shining with admiration. "But don't upset her," my tone turned serious. "... she can also be deadly."I caut

“ Meara!” The whispers started again, soft but notable. I tensed, my eyes snapping open. I scanned the field, but there was no one in sight. The sound seemed to come from the tree itself, from the rustling of its leaves. I pressed my palms against the rough bark and closed my eyes, focusing on the whispers. " Come... find... me..." The words were faint but distinct. My heart raced. Was I losing my mind, or was there something more to these whispers? I stood up, brushing the dirt off my jeans, and took a few steps back. The whispers grew louder, more insistent.

“This is just a dream, myself. Just a dream. Just a dream. Please let it be a dream.” I went back to sleep. I wasn’t sure how long I’d been out, but my mind was awake even though my eyes were still shut. I didn’t want to get up. The bed was so soft, and the pillow smelled amazing—like rub-a-da-bango! But wait… why did the pillow feel like it had abs? I kept feeling around until I touched something harder. “My little buddy misses you already.” Oh no—the pillow spoke! I quickly uncovered my eyes. Sir Jasper clamped his hand over my mouth before I could scream. I wanted to yell from shock and fear—he was in my room! But for some reason, my hand was still on his gearshift? Did I enjoy that?

I whispered, my voice some sort of plea as he began to pump faster. "Come, piccolina, come for me," he whispered , leaning closer to me to kiss my breasts. And I came, my pussy tightening around his fingers, his name a scream in my mouth. He covered my mouth with a kiss to trap most of the noise. I lay there in bed, staring at the ceiling and basking in the after math of my orgasm.

There is a gentle murmuring just outside my range of hearing, muffled as if heard through several walls and doors, so far away as to not be discernible. Lying prone on my back, the feeling of fine silk under my fingertips is cool and smooth. As I move my legs, it creates the crisp rustling sound of fine silk fabric. The pillow underneath my head is soft with bits of solidity, not the even fluff of modern synthetic fibers, but the old familiar feel of goose down. Feather pillows give comfort like no other. Weigh me down is a comforter of similar material.

I whisper to him. He nods and walks over to the blanket and pillow on the floor "is this really the best you could do for your guest of honor?" He whispers, giving the blanket and pillow a disapproving look. I roll my eyes at him "first of all, what did you expect? A king size bed and a memory foam pillow? And second of all, guest of honor my as-" before I can finish his finger is pressed against my lips "whispers remember?" He reminds me quietly, a small grin playing on his lips.

She still needed to filter through her contacts and decide who she wanted to keep in touch with. Why did I choose the alien spaceship ringtone again? She asked herself, slowly sitting up so as not to wake Hollis. As cool as waterbeds were, they proved to be a nuisance to the person still sleeping. Luckily for Whitney, Hollis remained dead to the world. Her head was buried underneath a “squishy” down feather pillow, long arms wrapped around it sloppily. As badly as Whitney wanted to reposition her, she looked too comfortable. Besides, she’d feel bad if her lover couldn’t get back to sleep. Settling against the headboard, she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes with an upturned palm and began che

He whispered like it was a secret he didn’t want anyone to know. I swallowed and bobbed my head “Yes” He softly bit my ear causing a shiver run down my back “I’m all ears baby. What do you need?” I raised my hands and placed them on his chest “You. I need you Aided” I replied, my voice shaky. His hands cover mine on his chest. He brought his head down on top of my hair and inhaled. Slowly his face came down to my neck and one of his hands left mine to circle around my waist drawing me flush against him.