The Rim Chair

The Rim Chair: A Hot Sex Story

She had been eyeing the rim chair in the sex furniture shop for weeks. The smooth black leather and the deep cushions were inviting. She had never been so drawn to a piece of furniture before, and was intrigued by the possibility of what it could do for her sex life.

She loved the way the chair curved, supporting her back and hips as she sat. The rim seemed to embrace her as she leaned back, her body cradled in its inviting curves. She imagined the feel of the leather against her skin, picturing herself in the chair as she moved her body in pleasure.

It had been so long since she had been with a man and she craved the sensations of his touch. She wanted to feel his hands exploring her body, his mouth pressing against hers. She wanted to feel his hard shaft as it filled her with need and pleasure. The rim chair seemed to call out to her, inviting her to explore her desires and fulfill her fantasies.

She purchased the chair and had it delivered to her home. She was eager to test it out, to see if it lived up to her expectations. The chair was more comfortable than she could have imagined, the cushioning perfect for her body type. She moved around, feeling the leather slide along her body as she shifted her hips and back.

She closed her eyes and imagined being in the arms of a man. She wanted to feel his hands, his lips, exploring her body, bringing her to the brink of pleasure. She wanted to feel his thrusts as he moved inside her, his body hard and urgent.

She began to stroke herself, allowing her hands to move over her curves as she fantasised about being pleasured. Her fingertips danced over her nipples, her belly and her inner thighs as she imagined a man exploring her body. She felt herself becoming wetter and more aroused as she fantasised and played.

The rim chair seemed to move with her as she rocked, keeping her hips steady as she reclined back and felt her pleasure rising. She moved her hips, grinding her sex against the leather as her orgasm began to build.

The sensations were intense, her pleasure escalating as the rim curved around her and supported her body as she moved and writhed in pleasure. She felt herself close to her climax and she pushed herself harder, her breathing becoming rapid as she moved faster and faster.

Finally, her orgasm broke over her and she cried out in pleasure. She felt the sensations ripple through her body, pleasure washing over her in waves as she lay in the chair, panting and exhausted.

She opened her eyes and realised that she had been dreaming. But the pleasure she felt was still with her and she was sure that the rim chair had helped to make it even more intense. She knew that she would be dreaming of the chair again soon, and eagerly anticipated the next time she would be able to explore her desires in the comfort of her rim chair.