Couch Arm Rest Table Novels & Stories

It was so deep, so rich and so sexy… Salish stood across from his massive desk, trying not to openly drool while the bouncy nurse nodded once and closed the office door with a mischievous little click. “Why don’t you have a seat.” Doctor D pointed to the therapy couch beside his desk, a sleek curve of charcoal leather. It was more for resting than anything else but Salish, again being the good wife listened to the good doctor. She swallowed hard and walked over to the couch, running her fingers along its surface. It felt buttery-soft yet firm under her touch, with a small padded headrest and polished wooden legs that lifted it just above the floor.

A round brown coffee table stood at the middle of brown sofas with an arched tight back with loose cushions. The pocket coiled seat cushions were oddly inviting, with large white pillows neatly arranged on them. My bare feet came into contact with soft beautifully crafted floral rug. The patterns matched with those of the curtains, successfully enchanting me into a floral frenzy. Ceramic vases held large lit candles around the area. Homey

Then another. I reach the edge and lift my right leg, folding it and resting my knee on the soft cushion. My left leg stays rooted to the floor, my thighs straining. The armrest of the couch is thick, padded, and perfectly positioned. I lean forward, burying my face in the backrest, inhaling the deep, concentrated scent of him that lingers in the fabric. My breasts sink into the plush material, the touch sending sparks through my nerves. I perch my ass in the air and slide down, lowering myself until I’m settled firmly on the armrest.

Caitlin, Wayne, and the stranger in the restroom were the total of his sexual prowess. Hardly enough to attract a sophisticated foreigner. Dale sighed and put away the vacuum cleaner and the other cleaning supplies, his movements theatrical even with no audience. He looked around the rooms, starting with the living room, channeling his inner Martha Stewart with a dash of obsessive-compulsive disorder. The couch cushions were fluffed and displayed to Kirk's specifications, the large purple ones diamond and the small cream one squared, in a pattern along the large cream four-seater. The same went for the armchairs on either side. On the lilac and cream rug in front of the sofa, a brass mermaid

We scheduled to meet at 1:30 PM tomorrow, which will be perfect because Calvin will be in school then. I get off the phone and return to Drea who seems to be very interested in a large maple wood table with a brown tamarind finish. It’s probably one of the most beautiful tables I’ve ever seen. It’s got enough of a traditional look to be timeless, but then some flare that makes it look like it belongs to someone who has traveled the world. The details on the legs of the table and chairs all match with an ornate spindle design. The armchairs also have the same spindle design on the arm rests as well. Very lavish. The chairs are also upholstered in a gorgeous dark leather.

And hold in a gasp. The furniture below is stately and regal, exactly as I’d expect. The round tables are elegant mahogany with scrolled legs, their matching armchairs accented with dark-blue leather padding. The chaise loungers, the settees, the sofas all share the blue hue, though in plush velvet. And they’re adorned with lovers of numerous varieties. Couples, threesomes, foursomes…more. Legs are spread wide for oral sex. Women are rubbing their oiled breasts against each other. Men are fucking pussies and assholes—and so are the ladies, with their strap-ons.

On a ninety-degree angle from it, there was a tabletop in black marble, held up at the other end by a sphere of brass. On the inner wall, there were two black leather couches and two armchairs. Under the coffee table that stood between the couches, there was what looked like a delightfully soft, creme-coloured rug. On the wall next to the door there was a bookcase with a built-in bar and on the other side of it, another door. “Have a seat,” Bane told Emma and made a gesture towards the couches. Emma reluctantly walked over to them. She sat on an armchair. She hoped that the engulfing fatigue she felt wouldn’t win and make her drift off in the incredibly comfortable armchair.

What added colours were the upholsteries, cushions and the wooden tables and shelves; the curtains also. The upholstery fabrics were cream leather all through, except one armchair that was made of cotton. The tables and small stools were of Rosewood and Ash wood; some of the cushions were white and others were navy blue and creamy yellow respectively. There were two of them on each couch. The curtains were navy blue atop with white chiffon underneath it, making the interior look a little vibrant, contrary to how it used to look.

These were all added to the device in the salesman’s hand. Moving onto living room furniture we selected a microfiber couch, loveseat and recliner set in a forest green color for Jake and Faith, as well as a dark brown coffee table made of maple. Then we selected a nice oak dining room table that would seat four to eight people depending on the number of leaves used. For Mat and Cedric we found a breakfast nook style table and chairs that would comfortably fit the two of them for those days they wanted to have a quieter meal alone.

At the foot of the bed sits an elegant bench upholstered in soft cream with gilded legs. To the right, against the wall, stands a vanity table made of dark mahogany, complete with an ornate mirror and a cushioned stool tucked beneath it. The surface holds a tray with perfume bottles and what looks like a small dish of wrapped chocolates. In the corner near the window, there’s a large armchair with curved arms and a matching footstool, positioned beside a side table and a standing lamp. Everything about it feels designed for comfort, for luxury, for indulgence.