This story came from a very unusual exchange of text messages from me and my friend, I had intended it to be a joke but it resulted in a very interesting story...read the tags first to see if it will interest you as it is a very bizarre piece of work. Let me know what you think! ;)
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Don't move a muscle, you're my chair now with very special appendages, let me straddle you, admire the workmanship, ah yes this is the best quality, mm it's comfy, let me move around to get comfortable.
It's been such a long day, I'm not that tired but I rub my sore neck, I arch my back, mm my muscles are sore. I've been eyeing my sexy coworker again, she and I had a whole shift together and I've been shooting quick glances at her the whole day.
We get along well, and she likes teasing me. But now I'm so sexually frustrated! I don't even realize it but now I'm grinding into the chair as I slowly unbutton my blouse.
I'm so alone in this big empty condo, I splurged on this chair and it's one of my only comforts sometime. I toss my blouse on the floor, I feel much better now that it's gone, I'm feeling sexier in my light pink lace bra.