She unbuttoned her shirt walking into her bedroom . As she pulled it off her shoulders and dropped it to the floor she caught a whiff of the scent of herself. She smelled like lavender and powder. Flowery and feminine. She loved it. Playfully , she picked up her shirt with her foot and kicked it onto the chair next to her bed. The chair was old , made of oak. It had oriental inspired carvings on its back and its two front feet were animal like .Its seat was red brocade and had gold trim tacked to it. She had fallen in love with the chair the first time she saw it . She lifted it out of its darkened corner , placing it in front of the large, gold ornate mirror that leaned against the wall. Her hands on its back she straddled it like a dancer. Slowly lowering herself onto its seat. Pulling her pelvis into its back, she sat there for a moment inhaling its woody scent . Stroking its carved back lightly ,her long nailed fingers feeling every, carefully chiseled part of it . She closed her eyes absorbing the moment. Her hands moving slowly down to its legs , she leaned forward , her open mouth brushing against the wood. She tasted it . Arching her feet off the ground, her warm crotch rubbing against the seat. Her stroke met the feet , she traced the outline with her fingers , then moved back up the legs. Opening her eyes she saw her image in the mirror staring back. She looked like a goddess as she sat on her chair , her deep blue eyes soulfully peering out from under her long red hair , the curls softly framing her face. She placed her hands beside her on the seat tracing the tacks, one by one. Her tongue sweeping across her open lips as she dropped her head backwards, her nipples touched the rough carved wood of the chair . They hardened . She arched her back even more, thrusting her 'wetness' into the seat. Holding the back for leverage she ‘rode" the chair with the precision and control of a equestrian. The adrenalin taking over, oblivious to her surrounds, she didn't notice him there. Watching , as she climaxed over and over again until wrapping her arms around its back in embrace, her eyes closed, exhausted from her passion she became 'fused' into the chair. He quietly moved towards her , his breath on her back , she gasped with surprise . Seeing his reflection in the mirror as he kissed her spine, tracing downwards to the artwork on her lower back, she shivered with anticipation. He stood behind her, his hands stroking her shoulders, and raising her up he 'unlocked her' from the chairs embrace. Turning her around he kissed her deeply as he pulled her towards him .His hard body pressed against hers as he whispered into her ear."You're mine".
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