Some people have shoes and clothes fetishes and yes I have a fetish, several in fact but I choose to share one with you. My fetish is feather pillows and high thread count sheets. Yes, I know it sounds weird but sleeping is really important to me and good sleep is essential to keep my naughty side afloat.
I cannot stand those polyester pillows and sheets you can stick your toes through after one washing. Feather pillows and down comforters for this kid is a must. Sleeping naked feels so damn good when you can climb into a bed with freshly laundered high thread count sheets and a nice feather pillow or two.
A friend of mine told me they do not have feather pillows in Nigeria and I cannot understand why because they eat so much damn chicken they are starting to lay their own eggs over there. I cannot sleep well with cheap pillows, sheets and blankets because well I just fucking can’t.
Sleeping in the wet spot doesn’t even seem to bother me with good sheets and I love to feel soft fabric against my bare ass and between my legs. I get to hot at night and I play blanket on blanket off all night and I like to hold a feather pillow to my chest because they are always cold on one side.
If there isn’t a blanket between my legs there is a pillow and once was a man, I still prefer a man between my legs but we can’t have everything now can we? I also have this thing for a king size bed because I am such a player as I am all over that bitch like sweat on balls.
I toss and turn all night long and when my husband was alive he hated it when I put my cold feet on him, which was every night because I have cold feet. He used to get so pissed he would go sleep on the couch, lol aren’t I a devious bitch? That was my plan all along.
I figure it this way, if you’re in my bed we play and if we don’t play you don’t need to be in my bed and the couch is just fine for you. No, I never kicked him out of bed he went willingly which I so enjoyed because sleeping in a king size bed with someone who doesn’t want to play just is poor taste.
You can have your Maserati and mansion and I will be more than thrilled with my feather pillows and comforters and those awesome sheets. I really only have two things that I consider a must in my life and the second one is toiletries and bath soaps from France.
My daughter brought me some soaps back from France and I am so in love with them that I will not shower without them and that’s why I have like a dozen bars of soap in the bath and shower. I would eat beans for a month if I had to so I could always have my soap and I just enjoy how good I smell stepping out of the bath or shower.
These things all tie into one because I like to take a bath and dry off quickly and run from the bathroom and jumping into bed. I have to jump because the bed is either to tall or my legs to short and I haven’t figured out which yet. My bedroom is 19′ x 20′ which is pretty big for the average homeowner and it is a fun room because I make it fun.
There is something about waking up to a crisp fall morning and you want to cuddle to stay warm but in my case the only cuddling going on is with my pillows and blankets. It gets damn lonely especially when I am so horny every day, o that’s right I am not supposed to admit I am always horny because to do so makes me appear to be a slut, right?
I am no slut just a someone who enjoys sex and a king size bed and I am finally starting to sleep in the middle of the bed instead of hanging off the side waiting for my husband to fall asleep so I don’t have to listen to his bullshit. I do not feel bad about saying that because of the way our relationship was and if you think less of me then pack up your vibrator bitch and move on.
Sleep is very important for our bodies and minds and I enjoy the feel of a comfortable bed under my body when I am exhausted or horny but I like my bed, not motel or hotel beds because I do not know who was doing what in that bed before I got there and that blanket on top, well that thing never gets washed.
I am in the market for a new king size mattress because the one my husband and I slept on was thrown away shortly after he died. I just could not sleep on that mattress not only because we slept in it, because sleeping is practically all we did in bed. He wouldn’t give me what I needed when I needed it and that didn’t sit well with me.
Then when he became impotent he wanted me to go down on him like for hours and I just gave up all together. The jacuzzi bath tub became my best friend and he would hear me getting loud in the bath and ask if I was alright, lmao.