L Shaped Platform Beds Novels & Stories

It was enormous, the largest bed she’d ever seen, and at each corner an ornate gold column rose up at least five feet towards the ceiling, while at the foot of the bed the gold theme was continued with a twisted rope pattern that led from each of the side poles to meet in the middle in a two-feettall figure of two lovers embracing. The blue and white padded headboard was unusually high and surrounded by a design that matched the entwined gold rope at the opposite end.

I push the door open and walk in. The room is decorated in rich blues. The carpet is a deep cobalt blue and the curtains are a shade lighter. In the middle of the room is a very large four poster bed made from a dark solid wood. The bed is also very high. I walk towards the bed to gauge how difficult it would be to get onto it. The mattress is about level with my middle. I would need a step to get onto it.

It was in a base that lacked the bindings, but it looked like the couch could be turned up or down and stay secure in the frame. Holy shit. “Jesse…” I breathed as I walked slowly deeper into the room. “This is incredible.” Off to the left near the wall was a pommel horse. Closer to us and filling almost all the floorspace at that end was a circular bed with no rails or headboard, but with D-rings securely attached all the way around it at the top and bottom of the base. My cock twitched with the possibilities. But that wasn’t even half the room.

A concrete raised bed surrounded the lowered centre of the rooftop and in them were tall shrubs and small trees giving the rooftop just the right amount of greenery. The rooftop had Garden Lamps as it's lightning. It's flooring comprised entirely of Rubber Pavers save for the concrete raised bed area. At one end of the rooftop's centre was a tufted loveseat velvet, with matching pillows, it was literally the only furniture in the rooftop leaving the rooftop terrace mostly bare.

Jason's intentions were very clear, from the fingers that were now teasing the puffy outer lips of her labia to the rock hard erection pressing into her side. A grating sound made her turn her head, opening her eyes. There was a hole opening up in the middle of the floor, a platform rising out of it. On the platform was a huge bed, its canopy and corners festooned with chains and restraints. Several wooden structures surrounded it, all of them looking somehow terrifying, as Tessa's imagination began to work overtime, trying to figure out how they might be used.

The architecture is open, airy, terrifyingly modern. The master suite takes up the entire top floor. It has no walls on the ocean side, just retractable glass panels that are currently open to the night air. The curtains billow in the breeze like white sails. And in the center of the room, on a platform of white oak, sits the bed. It is massive. It is a custom creation, wider than a king, wider than an emperor. It is a landscape of white linen and down, designed for exactly one purpose: to hold four people without anyone falling off the edge.

“Think we can convince them to move here?” ‘You have my vote.’ Thalia shrugged, ‘Huge Forest surrounding the cabin, great for running.’ The master bedroom was a huge rectangular room with maroon walls and dark hardwood floors. The four-poster bed sat on a raised platform with a few stairs leading up the side. Black silken sheets and pillow cases along with a furry comforter. I knew that once I curled up in that bed, I’d be out within moments. Thankfully, the bed was larger than most, and I knew the three of us would fit just fine. Underneath the bed was a plush, shag carpet. Against the far wall was a fully stocked bar, countless decanters sat with crystal tops. An identical fireplace jutted

The thatched ceiling stretched high above me, supported by heavy wooden beams that cast long, quiet shadows. The bed, large and inviting, sat against the far wall, its wooden frame blending seamlessly with the rest of the room’s rustic charm. A thick brown bedspread, patterned with intricate designs, lay neatly across it, with two matching pillows propped against a sturdy wooden headboard. At the foot of the bed, a wooden bench with woven panels rested in place, its purpose more aesthetic than practical.

For a second I stood frozen just inside the threshold, my hand still wrapped around the key card, my pulse climbing too fast for the quiet that surrounded me. Then I began to see. The platform in the center of the room no longer pretended to be anything else. Under this light there was no way to mistake it for a precautionary medical bed. It was narrower than I remembered. Higher. The surface was molded in subtle ridges that did not cradle a body but aligned it. Positioned it. Along both sides recessed brackets sat flush with the frame, engineered into the structure itself. Restraints. Above it, folded into the ceiling, were articulated operating lights. Their metal arms were compact now, an

The room was spacious, with the bed large enough to comfortably accommodate a small crowd. At the foot of the bed, there was a round-shaped ottoman, its arctic white upholstery matching that of the two sofas that flanked it. A coffee table sat in the center of the sofas, providing a convenient spot for drinks or other items. Two bedside tables stood on either side of the bed, each adorned with oval-shaped lamps that added a touch of elegance to the room.