Xiao Body Pillow Novels & Stories

I opened the basket. Inside was... A jar of pickles. A cheese plate. A fluffy, soft blanket. And curled around the whole thing… a narrow, body-length pillow. I stared at it all for a good thirty seconds. Pickles? Cheese? A pregnancy pillow? What... was this? A laugh bubbled up inside me—half bewildered, half hysterical. Was this a joke?

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.

When did either of them have time for shopping or guessing my sizes? “Um, thanks,” I say, walking into the room and looking around. My room was a bit cozier than the rest of the house. A king size four post bed sat against the largest wall, directly across from the door. It was adorned with a light purple duvet and what appeared to be at least twenty decorative pillows. “Are all those pillows necessary. It just seems like a waste considering you have to remove them before you can even lay down?’ Xander laughed and shook his head, “I told you man, not all women are into filling every inch of their bed with useless pillows.”

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

Quinnel replied sarcastically and finally stepped into the room. He looked around and was amazed to see everything in here was for one person. There was a white couch in one corner that had 5 throw pillows of colors black and white on it filling the couch that there was no space to sit on except you took off a throw pillow. There was a mirror, very close to an entrance of what he presumed to be the bathroom, that was wiped clean that he could count how many holes was on his face without any difficulty. The bed was a giant king size one with about 5 pillows on each side of the bed that he wondered how people slept with 5 freaking pillows!

Stephen offered no apology, simply placing the bucket down with a smirk before slipping out of the room, leaving me fuming. ***** I woke up tangled in warmth. It was delicious, so I snuggled closer, sighing contentedly. Now this was how mornings were supposed to be. But something felt…off. My body pillow had never been this comfortable before. And it smelled good, spicy and masculine, not the usual lemon-fresh scent of my laundry detergent. Wait a minute. Body pillows don't have rib cages. Panic surged through me. I cautiously opened one eye to see a wall of muscle mere inches from my face. Great. Just great. What had I gotten myself into this time?

It only took a couple of moments for my body to override my mind, and I all but melted back against him as I fell asleep. The next morning, I woke up warm and so comfortable that I didn't even want to move. I burrowed in a little deeper under the covers only to feel my pillow breathe. That made my whole body freeze as I took inventory of exactly what, or rather who, I was using as my personal pillow as the events of last night slowly came back to me. Apparently, at some point while Xavier was "keeping me warm" last night, he had turned over onto his back, and I had turned over to where I was facing him because I was currently using his chest as my personal pillow, as one of his arms was wrap

’ Layla sighed from her sleep, snuggling close to the large, somehow muscular, warm thing pressed to her side. ‘When did I buy such a wonderful body pillow? It feels like it’s hugging me. And it smells so good. Like chestnuts. It’s so relaxing. I could sleep forever.’ She threw her legs across it, clinging to it like a koala, and a small, contented smile crept into her lips. “I don’t think it’s a good idea to cling to me so tightly in the morning, Layla.” Zayne said, and she frowned.

The song is so comforting and nice to dance into, even for a poor ballroom dancer like me. After slow dancing to a few songs, Clayton said he wanted to get something in his car. A few minutes later, he was back with a huge wicker basket full of colorful things. It’s filled with BodyBabes products, a premium, hip, bath & beauty brand. I really love their products, but unfortunately, they’re kinda pricey for penniless students like me. He put the hamper on the coffee table and asked me to get closer. I saw so many things inside, maybe around 40-50 different products, ranging from bath bubbles, scrub bars, body wash, body cream, face mask, lip, eye, cheek color, even nail polish!

He cast me a deadpan look. “I could use a body pillow, but what do I want one of those for when I could just use one of you?” I returned with a wicked grin. “You used me as a body pillow for three nights in a row. And don't talk to me about having the life squeezed out of you. It was like sleeping next to a boa constrictor. Your leg hooked around mine, and you held me around the neck in a fuckin' chokehold. I swear, you even tried to plump me up to make yourself more comfortable.”