I Lost a Pillow Fight with the Dog

Pillow Fight with the Dog is a story about a fight for possession of a pillow that went a freaky way and led down a path that I could not have imagined.

Wednesdays were always hard at work because it was the day new stock arrived. Everything had to be counted, received and put away. We could barely get it done in 8 hours. I was always beat when I came home so the wife took this as her shopping day so I could get a nap. Our routine was we would talk a little, I’d play with our dog then I’d lay on the floor and take a nap with the dog curled up with me. The wife would be gone shopping for an hour or two then would come back with supper for us.

I had this pillow that I liked sleeping on the floor with because it fit under my neck just right. It was one of those round long pillows that look like half of a hot dog, just bigger around. It was kind of old and worn but it was the one I always used when laying on the floor or couch.

My dog recently took a liking to it in a different way. I had noticed it smelling a little strange at times but the wife washed it often enough that it smelled good more than strange. I found out why it smelled strange one day when I saw the dog sneak it off of the couch and walk away with it.

I watched him go into the other room with it and was curious enough to follow. What I saw shocked me. He was in there fucking away at my pillow. I yelled at him but he just looked at me with sad eyes and kept going. I called my wife in to see also and she just giggled and told me to let him have his fun. She said she would wash it after he was done.

She did wash it and I kept it away from him after that. This was my pillow and he wasn’t going to do that any more as far as I was concerned. The only time he saw it was when it was under my head. He was coming around giving me sad eyes and whining but I told him that it was my pillow, not his girlfriend. He would still come around trying to take the pillow away from me but I chased him away when he did. He was persistent for sure.

I am a heavy sleeper when I’m tired and I dream a lot. When I sleep my mouth gets very dry and I usually wake up very thirsty. I sometimes dream of being thirsty, like in a desert. I fell asleep on the floor this one day and remember dreaming of all kinds of things. I was on a boat on rough seas and I was rocking with the waves. I wasn’t seasick but I was thirsty. I had a bottle of water and I was trying to get a drink but nothing would come out. The boat was rocking and I was hanging on with one hand, trying to get water with the other. I was trying and trying to get the bottle to my mouth but I kept missing.

Finally I got it but the water was warm and I just didn’t seem to be getting any. I kept trying to get water out of it but could only get a little. The water had a strange taste but I was really thirsty and didn’t care. Finally, the water started flowing but it had the strangest taste. I couldn’t figure out what it was but it was familiar. The more it flowed the better it tasted. I wanted to drink the bottle dry I was so thirsty. Then it was gone. In my dream the bottle fell overboard. I looked for another one but couldn’t find it. My dream went on randomly and I searched for water everywhere I went.

My wife woke me when she arrived at home and asked how I slept. I told her I was dreaming about being on a boat with rough seas. I got up and kissed her and she told me to go brush my teeth as I had bad breath. I smelled my breath and agreed. I came back from brushing and saw that the dog didn’t steal my pillow while I was gone. I thought he had finally given up. I congratulated myself for winning that one.

The boating dream seemed to reoccur every Wednesday which seemed strange. One Wednesday my wife decided not to go shopping because of the weather. It was storming out and she didn’t want to get wet. She told me to go ahead and take my nap while she got dinner ready. The dream was back with better storms, I suppose because it was really storming outside. When I woke up my wife was sitting there watching with a strange look on her face. She told me to go brush my teeth. Everything was normal the rest of the day except she was acting a little weird.

The next Wednesday she had her video camera out doing something to it. I asked her what she was doing and she said she was going to record me sleeping to see how much I snored while she was gone shopping so I should just go ahead and get my nap. I did just that and was in the dream again. The dream was the same as always. The boat was rocking and I was thirsty as ever.

I woke later and my wife wasn’t back yet. I looked at the camera and shut it off. I wondered why she might find my sleeping interesting so I rewound the tape and put it on play. What I saw shocked me. My faithful friend slept beside me until I started snoring. Then he got up and licked my face a few times before licking my mouth. I made faces at this but then lay there with my mouth open still asleep.

The dog at this point straddled my face and the pillow and started humping slowly. He got the tip of his cock in my mouth and you could see me sucking on it. At this point he started humping harder and harder. I can’t believe I didn’t wake up under that assault. I sucked like my life depended on it.