Novel Armlehnstuhl Novels & Stories

When he lifted her into his arms, Harley clung to him, her fingers tearing at his shirt buttons until she was able to part the material and run her hands over the dark hairs that covered his chest. Armel cleared the surface of his desk with one sweep of his arm before laying her down on the polished wood and immediately covering her body with his own. He deftly removed her blouse and muttered his satisfaction that she wasn’t wearing a bra, his voice hoarse as he bent his head and captured the tip of one pink nipple between his lips.

I have been celibate for months and just a slight push will resort into hours of love making, which we have both been avoiding. We were both sitting on a long plush three seater sofa, watching a football match between Barcelona and Chelsea. Alma was seated in between my legs, with her hands caressing my bare chest. I sighed heavily as she kept making movements that were arousing me. I felt she was doing this intentionally as she kept caressing my chests and arms. I could feel my blood getting hot. Suddenly she turned her face to mine, bringing it closer slowly while she bit her lips.

Then she noticed it. The examination chair. Unlike the rest of the furniture... It wasn't covered in dust. Someone had touched it recently. Without another word, Elena walked toward it. Adrian immediately followed. "What is it?" She didn't answer. Instead, she placed both hands on the metal armrest. Cold. Smooth. Recently cleaned. Her fingertips traced along its edge. Then— Click. A tiny sound. She froze. "There." The right armrest had shifted. Not much. Only a few millimeters.

AXEL Theo sat in the armchair and put his feet on the coffee table. “You failed to warn me how fine she was.” A cigar was between his fingers, and his elbow was propped on the armrest. He tilted his head back and let the smoke slowly dissipate from his mouth. I sat in the other armchair across from him, in his living room, the furniture made of wood, the walls made of black marble, the room dark except for the dim lighting from the lamps in the corners. “Because it was never relevant to the story.”

3 AXEL Theo sat in the armchair and put his feet on the coffee table. “You failed to warn me how fine she was.” A cigar was between his fingers, and his elbow was propped on the armrest. He tilted his head back and let the smoke slowly dissipate from his mouth. I sat in the other armchair across from him, in his living room, the furniture made of wood, the walls made of black marble, the room dark except for the dim lighting from the lamps in the corners. “Because it was never relevant to the story.”

The four legs, armrests, and backrest were all carved with lifelike dragons of various colors, including red, black, and yellow. Anisa looked at the massive dragon armchair with immense satisfaction. "It's perfect. Place it on the right side of the stage," she instructed. Soon, Adrian and all the guests on the viewing platform saw the workers carrying the armchair onto the stage and placing it on the right side. Simultaneously, a beam of light from above the stage shone down, landing precisely on the armchair, making it incredibly dazzling. Ignoring Adrian, Lenny turned to Barlow and said, "Mr. Barlow, please follow me."

It seemed to whisper promises of peaceful slumber. The other furniture in the room were spartan but functional, designed with a mindful balance of form and utility. A small, cosy armchair, upholstered in soft velvety green fabric, faced the window, the perfect spot to sit and lose oneself in the dance of leaves rustling outside, inviting a moment of contemplation and connection with nature.

"But honestly, it just feels wrong. Can I throw it away?" The ring had been our symbol of commitment years ago, but now, looking at it, I felt nothing. I opened the window, took the ring in my hand, and tossed it out without a second thought. Then I lay down on the bed beside Douglas, exhausted. We left Fellaton and headed to Ameesia. I shared the photos from all the countries I'd visited over the years with my mother, hoping that in some way, in that other world, she could feel the joy we shared.

while he reached for the sofa, he stepped on old food tins, kicked containers, and finally his shirt having to get stuck in an old cupboard with a barely stable knob. "sit."dumont ordered"I barely let anyone in here." Adulf brushed shoe boxes off the arm chair and tried to sit.he felt old oil and decided to sit on the arm. there were end tables beside this arm chair, another cupboard stuffed with old dripping towels. the telephone was just close to the window blinds, a fire place screen and a bathroom that was exposed , save for the light brown curtains. he could see through--

He was standing by the table watching her reaction. There were three chesterfield armchairs circling a coffee table. Leather bound albums sat next to a crystal decanter and glasses. Aislen sat in one of the chairs and trailed her fingers over the arms as she tried to imagine the three alphas sitting there and drinking together, between f-ks. She poured herself a glass from the decanter and opened one of the four albums. “Oh wow,” she caught her bottom lip between her teeth and dragged it out as she grinned.