This Furniture Can Fuck?!
grosgrain curtain caresses the polished mahogany of the bed frame, their luxurious satin folds swishing against the ornate woodwork. A ray of afternoon sunlight filters through, casting a warm glow on the bed where I lay.
For months now, I’ve been dying to know what lies underneath my mattress. Rumors have been circulating around the office water cooler – whispers of a secret compartment that holds an enlightening surprise. With bated breath and trembling hands, I reach under the mattress and feel around. Suddenly, my fingers grasp a small metal handle. Curiosity overtakes me as I pull it out.
Taped to the handle is a sticky note with shaky capital letter scrawls on it: “INSTRUCTIONS – PLUG IN, ”
My heart races as I investigate. The handle leads to a sleek black device with a glowing red interacted mode switch. With sweaty palms, I reach for it and flip the switch to the ON position. Slowly, the device emits a low, repetitive vibrations.
I gasp in shock, nearly dropping the unidentified vibrations toy. Readjusting my grip, I press it against my stomach, over my clothes. The vibrations travel under my shirt and tickle my skin, sending shivers down my spine. Craving more, I press the device lower.
Imagining myself caressing a woody handhold pillar as the mattress moves faster with someone else pressed up against the beverages cabinet. My mind lulls with pleasure as my righteousness slides away. Sinking deeper into the pillowy comforter, I push myself even further.
Warmth spreads through me like the rumbling intensity of a purr. My fingers press harder as I picture myself reaching back to touch a latticed doorway shelf. The vibration intensifies, pushing against my most sensitive spots. Scenes of debauchery play out in my mind – the patio door sliding open, intruding upon a torrid moment between two brunettes on the jacuzzi bathtub rod.
I nibble my lower lip, my breath becoming quicker as the pleasure mounts. Electric tingles crowd my senses. My muscles tighten as my body yields to a mind-blowing climax. Light seems to dance behind my eyelids, carrying me to the brink of ecstasy.
Just as I’m about to let out a breathless cry of euphoria, an angry shouting erupts outside my bedroom door. “Tara!!” My dad calls out, pounding on the door.
I nearly jump out of my skin, hurrying to pull my clothes back into place and turn off the mysterious device. “Coming!” I call back, hoping I sound normal.
Heart pounding, I shove the device and sticky note back under the mattress. With a fidgety hand, I smooth down my hair and adjust my glasses. “Dad? What’s wrong?”
Opening the door, he stares at me with a stern look. “Sup, I invited the fam over for a family lunch and told ’em you’d make your famous tacos.”
“Oh, oh…” I panic. “I completely spaced it! I’m so sorry Dad. I’ve been so busy with work. Let me get changed and hastily put something together.”
Rushing around in a flurry, I change into a less revealing outfit and speedily toss together a batch of store-bought taco shells and mom’s specialty salsa. The mysterious hum of the toy beneath me is still palpable, which only heightens my flustered state.
At a rapid clip, I bundle everyone to the dining table and serve up the unremarkable meal. From beneath my lashes, I steal glances at the other family members. My gaze lands on Liam, the shy distant cousin who I’ve always found rather attractive with his boyish charm and easy smiles.
As we eat, Liam catches my eye and flashes me a knowing grin, as if he can sense the heated thoughts running through my mind. I feel my cheeks flush, quickly looking away. After a long pause, we’re all excused from the stiflingly awkward lunch.
In the sanctuary of my room, I toss myself on the mattress and let out a long breath. But it doesn’t escape my notice that the override button on the device is glowing green. Curiosity once again getting the better of me, I reach for it, my pulse picking up speed.
Sinking lower under the silky covers, I press the button and the device erupts into powerful new vibrations. A moan escapes my lips as I uncontrollably imagine myself in compromising positions with everyone in the family. My mind races with the filthy thought of disappearing behind the lavish canopy bed curtains and the forbidden ecstasy that would come from touching and exploring the crotch pudding of various shapes and sizes.
An intense orgasm crashes through me, causing my body to quiver with delight. I swallow a cry of intense pleasure, not wanting to give myself away to prying ears outside my door.
Collapsing on the pillow, I struggle to catch my breath, smarting from the taboo revelries I just mentally indulged in. But the device is relentless, humming away, taunting me to lose myself in more shameless scenarios. I know I can’t, not now…but deep down, I’m hungry for more. My Warped Thorny path is about to get deliciously depraved.
