Xiao Body Pillow Novels & Stories

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

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

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!

A mini-house, with zero walls, was what it looked like. As I swung my head from one side of the room to the other there was a fridge and oven-looking thing, a huge open pool with a shower next to it, a space with chains, ropes, cuffs and assorted sex equipment hanging from the walls and ceilings, and a massive bed that could easily fit ten grown men. Beside that were shelves full of towels, blankets, and pillows… so… many… pillows! My fingers twitched with the need to reach for them. Big pillows, small pillows, some were double high and some were flat, a few of them looked like foam, while others looked like you could wrap it around your entire body.

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.”

Anna assured me while squeezing my hand in support and I smiled at her. My eyes wandered back to Miracle and our eyes met for a second before she looked away with a frown. Either she thinks I'm creepy or she can feel something that she couldn't explain. The party continued and everyone gave their gifts to her, including me. My gift was not anything expensive but the latest invention of my company. A hi-tech pillow that will automatically adjust according to the user's body position. It also has a cooling and warm function, according to the room's temperature. Plus, it has a massage function that can help the user relax or get rid of a headache. Miracle had her brain open recently and I figur