This time I did Get Caught Humping my Pillow

Title: The Pillow Prince

The sultry summer heat was stifling inside the small apartment, but Kailee barely noticed. Her Weltanschauung had narrowed to a singular point of focus: the pillow nestled between her thighs, the friction against her sensitive mound, and the delicious tension building within. Sweat clung to her brow and glistened on her sun-kissed skin as she rocked her hips in a steady rhythm, face contorted in a lewd mix of pleasure and ecstasy.

Her practiced hands ministered to herself with delicate yet urgent strokes. Fingertips danced over the supple curves of her breasts, tweaking and tugging at her pert nipples. The occasional moan purred from her lips, a raspy underscore to the slick rhythms dominating her small boudoir. The room reeked of sex and frustration, an erotic undertone to the heady scent of incense burning on the nightstand.

She was so close to the edge of rapture. Tingling contractions fluttered along her core, ripples of building climax. Her motions increased in both tempo and intensity as she raced towards the promise of pleasure. The times she had done this before, countless unsuspecting evenings spent probing her own depths with her pillow pet, she had mastered the perfect arousal technique. The fluffy contours stimulated her just so, abrading her most intimate places as she ground up against the downy surface with wild abandon. It never took long before Kailee was lost to the throes of self-inspired passion.

This time was no exception. A keening wail intensified to a throaty cry as her body seized and spasmed in paraplegic bliss. Her back arched, thrusting her chest into the air as cascading waves of ecstasy washed over her quivering form. This moment was when she felt most alive, her body illuminated, every nerve-ending alight with joy and consumption. For a minute, all was right in her world, the outside troubles melting away as her orasm crashed through her, a beautiful seizure of rapturous release.

Coming down from that pneumatic high, slowly she rose up from the bed, her ragged breath making a veil of steam in the humid air. Kittenish moans sigh from her lips, her fingers knead and smooch her tender breasts. She looks almost terrifying, her eyes are profoundly dilated that black eyes set inside her reddened face like lust-glazed coals. Nothing but the burdensome coherence of a dazard just after a stupendous orgasm. With a voice hoarse and wispy, she let out the most mesmerizing, lecherous giggle with a strange timidity.

“That was amazing…”

She turns around, her short skirt clings to her ass now moist and drenched in a thin layer of sweat, highlighting the undulating curve of her backside. Her bare feet toy with the soft carpet while her hands fiddle with the buttons of her shirt and cleavage, trying to get air on her over-heated body. She begins to remove her clothes – slowly, sensually, revealing more and more of her supple tanned skin settling down on her knees, hugging the pillow used in her intimate acts. She has to be completely naked, to bask in the total vulnerability of her satiated afterglow. The moist cottony controllers senses the heat and dampness emanating from her intimately shared areas, and her wetness ring clear stickiness onto the Eck neck. She snuggles herself into the pillow , closing her eyes and mating her cheek directly into the small and delicate feathers like a newborn suckling from its mother’s teat, comfort and contentment spreading all over her body, satisfying all the cravings for love, affection and carnal intimacy the housegifts.

It should have been a perfect end note to yet another day of untroubled debauchery, but it was not to be. A sudden, rapacious rapping at the door rooved Kailee out of her post-coital haze. Her head snapped up, eyes a blur of panic and shame. What were the odds? Of all times to be caught at this, surely? Her mind reeled through the options: friends, family, the mailman? None of which were a good situation to find herself in clad only in her birthday suit and a pillow!

With a yelp, she launched herself for her discarded clothes strewn around the room. Yanking them on with frantic haste, she barely had time to register anything, not even the sounds of the voice calling through the door. “Miss Kailee! Are you alright in there?” Sounded like the for…