PILLOW TALK

The Serial CUDDLER

Right Pillow, "hey lefty, wake up. It's time to get ready for her to sleep" "don't call me lefty, and I have been up long before you, lazy fucker" Left Pillow replied. After a long pause, the Right Pillow blurted out, "Can you believe happened last night?" There was no response from the Left Pillow but it sunk deep into its memories as it recollected a surprising and rare evening.

Shaara walked in the room like she always does. This time though was different. The was a pep in her step and a glint in her eyes. A nervous imprint on her eye brows, you can tell that her heart beat was faster than normal. Her irises were engorged with expectations as she strode from the door way to her bed. Fiddling with here uniform before pacing around the room to make sure it was fit for company, male company.

What happened over the next few hours was unexpected to her pillows to say the least. Entanglement mixed with pleasure, sounds of happy birds and muffled grunts. But then what surprised them the most was the after whispers now known as pillow talk.

"Ow, I bumped my head so hard. I still feel the pain", Shaara winced out softly in an embarrassed whisper.  At this very moment, she was known for her distinctive shyness. She touched her forehead whilst her palm subconsciously but cleverly covered her vision to deal with her innocence. This school girl never expected a rose to be delivered to her bed that night.

Right now her hidden parts had been embellished and her contours caressed. Her spirit was enlightened and her taut heart strings were plucked, oh boy oh boy, tonight was she fucked.

Her heart was once her best friend and but now her worst enemy. She started to waver in her guard, questioning her decision but then floating back and remembering her passion. "I... I am,... Would you like some water"? She meekly asked as she incoherently attempted to converse with her lover. "No", he replied, "right now all I want is to hold you. Go ahead, sleep" He then kissed the bump on her forehead in a loving attempt to apologize for a brief miscalculation during the wild tussle.

She smiled at the gesture and then moved stealthily closer to her Beau. Little did that fucker know, he was in bed with an experienced snuggler, a professional grappler. The lights from between the cracks of the door frame flickered in reverence to the natural awareness of the universe. As if to confirm that the notorious serial cuddler is on the loose once more. And there has been a casualty...