My friend showed me her Pillow

I’m Jessy, 19 years old, and I’ve always been a bit adventurous when it comes to exploring pleasure. Over the past year, I’ve played with a few vibrators, each one bringing its own kind of thrill to my solo nights. But lately, I’ve been craving something different—something that doesn’t buzz or vibrate, something playful and maybe even a little silly, but still hot in its own way. I wanted to dive into self-pleasure with a twist, so I decided to visit my best friend Lilia, who always has the most creative ideas when it comes to sexual wellness

It was a Friday evening, and Lilia had the house to herself. When I arrived, she pulled me into a tight hug, her dark hair tickling my cheek as she grinned at me. “Jessy, I’ve got something fun for us tonight,” she said, her voice teasing. She led me to her cozy living room, where a bottle of red wine and two glasses were already waiting on the coffee table. We poured ourselves some wine, the rich taste warming me up as we laughed about our week, the conversation naturally drifting to our latest experiments with sex toys

After a couple of glasses, I felt a pleasant buzz—not just from the wine, but from the anticipation of whatever Lilia had in store. She gave me a sly look, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Okay, you’ve gotta see this,” she said, hopping up and disappearing into her bedroom. When she came back, she was holding the funniest thing I’d ever seen: a plush pillow shaped like a penis, complete with a cute little face—big, round eyes and a tiny smile. It was soft and squishy, the kind of thing you’d cuddle with, but its shape made me burst out laughing. “Lilia, what is that? It’s like a cartoon dick!”

She giggled, tossing it onto the couch between us. “It’s a plush toy, Jessy—a penis-sized pillow! I thought it’d be hilarious to try something totally different tonight. no vibrations, just… us, having fun with it.” She winked, and I felt a spark of curiosity mixed with heat. I’d never thought of using a plush toy for, but the idea of doing something so silly and intimate with Lilia was turning me on more than I expected.

“Let’s play with it,” I said, my voice a little lower, the wine making me bold. Lilia didn’t hesitate. She stood up, pulling me to my feet, and before I knew it, her lips were on mine. The kiss was soft at first, her lips warm and tasting faintly of wine, but it deepened quickly, her tongue teasing mine as her hands slipped under my shirt. I sighed into her mouth, my fingers tangling in her hair as I pulled her closer, the heat between us building fast.

We started undressing each other, our movements eager but gentle, peeling off each other’s clothes until we were both naked on the living room rug. My skin felt electric—not from any toy, but from the way Lilia’s hands roamed over me, her fingertips brushing my nipples, making me gasp. I mirrored her, cupping her breasts, feeling her shiver under my touch. We were both flushed, our breaths coming faster as we sank onto the rug, our bodies pressed together, the warmth of her skin against mine making my heart race.

Lilia grabbed the plush penis pillow, her eyes glinting with playful excitement. “Here’s the fun part,” she whispered, positioning the soft toy between us. “We can use it like a little horse—ride it together.” She straddled one side of the pillow, her thighs pressing against its plush surface, and motioned for me to join her. I laughed, the absurdity of it making me giddy, but I couldn’t resist. I straddled the other side, the soft fabric brushing against my inner thighs as I settled in, facing Lilia.

The moment our bodies pressed against the pillow, we started moving, our hips rocking gently at first, the plush toy squishing slightly under our weight. It wasn’t vibrating or doing anything fancy, but the act of grinding against it—feeling the soft pressure against my most sensitive spots while Lilia did the same—was unexpectedly hot. I leaned in, kissing her deeply, our tongues dancing as we moved together, our breaths turning into soft moans. Her hands gripped my hips, guiding me as we found a rhythm, the pillow becoming a shared tool for our pleasure.

“Oh, Jessy,” Lilia moaned against my lips, her voice thick with arousal. “This feels… so good.” She was right—the plush toy was soft but firm enough to create just the right amount of friction, and the playful act of “riding” it together made it even hotter. I could feel the heat building inside me, my clit rubbing against the fabric with every movement, the sensation heightened by Lilia’s moans and the way her body trembled against mine. Our kisses grew messier, more desperate, as we rocked faster, our moans filling the room.

“God, Lilia… I’m gonna come,” I gasped, my voice shaking as the pressure built to a breaking point. The friction, the closeness of her body, the sheer silliness of humping a plush penis pillow—it all collided into a wave of pleasure that crashed over me. I cried out, my body shuddering as my orgasm hit, my hips jerking against the pillow as I rode out the waves of bliss. Lilia wasn’t far behind—she threw her head back, a sharp moan escaping her lips as she came too, her nails digging into my arms as her body shook with release.

We collapsed onto the rug, breathless and laughing, our bodies tangled together, the plush toy squished beneath us. “That was… ridiculous and amazing,” I panted, my voice hoarse. Lilia nodded, her cheeks flushed as she pushed the pillow aside. “Best toy I’ve ever played with,” she said, still giggling. “Who knew something so silly could be so hot? It’s like sexual education through laughter.”

We lay there for a few minutes, catching our breath, our skin still warm from the heat of our shared climax. Then Lilia tugged me to my feet, her eyes sparkling again. “Come on, let’s shower,” she said, her tone playful. We stumbled to her bathroom, still a little tipsy from the wine and the afterglow, and stepped into the warm spray of the shower.

 

 

That plush Toy