by Michael Jade
Short Fiction/ Erotica/Paranormal/MF
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An erotic short story...
Wendy’s antique store has made her all work and no play, and
sex is little more than going through the motions. Then she inherits a unique
piece of furniture, a chair that has a mind—and hands—of its own. Business
becomes pleasure in ways she never dreamed possible when Wendy finds herself in
the hot seat.
Excerpt:
The chair was
deep, almost surrounding her with comfort, and she relaxed into the soft
warmth. In the midst of feeling content and sleepy, the heat of arousal began
seeping back in. Wendy’s eyes were fluttering closed when she felt the first
tickles of a faint caress. She gasped and sat up for a look around.
“You’re
imagining things,” she said.
She leaned back,
both her hands gripping the smoothly curved arms of the large chair. Her palms
ran along the ridges and curved detail, and the artistic carving slid so
sensuously over her skin.
The mysterious
touch returned, only this time, the firm grasp of fingers wrapped powerfully
around her wrists. Her eyes shot open in a panic, and she glanced down to see spindly,
wooden fingers emerging from the carved relief in the arms of the chair. They
curled around her, securing her arms in the cool, hard prison.
“Oh, my God,”
she said, struggling to free herself.
She tried to
stand, but more hands shot out and grasped her ankles. Wendy shrieked and writhed,
but it was no use. She was trapped.
“What do you
want?” she cried out in alarm, as though the chair could answer her.
Hundreds of
sleek, wooden fingers sprouted, coming to life to stroke her everywhere at
once. The restraints on her wrists and ankles were still tight and unyielding,
but the other fingers delivered soft caresses around her like a cool, hard prison.
