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He whispered, planting a quick kiss on my lips as I slowly shook my head. “I'll take you to the room.” He offered, walking me out. Shit! What the hell did Kira do? ……. Ready for a visual treat? I'm thrilled to share my creative process with you on TikTok. Check my handle, ‘Books_haven’ Join me for book-related fun, character insights, and behind-the-scenes peeks into my writing world.

He answered me. Am I naughty in bed? I don't sleep mischievously. I don't know where he got that idea. But I didn't bother arguing about the bed. "And that weird chair?" I pointed to the chair. It looks like a lazy boy but a weird one. "Ah that. They said it's a chair that a couple could make love to. I am still trying to figure out how to use the chair. It looks uncomfortable to me and the both of us will not fit in there." He responded with curiosity.

Everything looked way classier than I’d seen online, with clear sweet smelling smoke rising from everywhere at once which made the cabin appear like it was a fairytale land defrosting. There was an anti gravity chair that looked like one of those expensive massage chairs I’d seen online. The hostess adjusted it in many different ways, muttering a bunch of instructions about how to adjust the hardness or softness, turn it around and into a bed some other things I was too dazed to catch. Next to the chair was a button which opened up a golden encrusted compartment with smoke when I pressed it. A bunch of expensive wines came up in the nicest packaging I had ever seen. I wasn’t even into wines

I bit my lip to suppress a moan, but it escaped anyway. “This is a vibrating sex chair, little mouse.” I heard him say. I couldn’t imagine the object perfectly, but there was one thing I couldn’t deny...my excitement. “It has built-in vibrating elements to enhance pleasure when I use this on you. It also comes with a remote control to manage the intensity of vibration.” He chuckled, and my heart waved at the darkness in his tone. “Let’s try the second highest vibration.”

“Sit.” I take a deep breath as I lower myself into the chair he led me to. It’s a wood-framed chair that’s slightly reclined, a pillowy black cushion that I sink down into stretched across the surface. There are strange leather loops protruding from the wood at the top of the chair and it’s immediately clear the entire thing was built for one very specific purpose. “Arms up over your head, little wolf.” His command is a deep rumble that sends a frisson of pleasure straight to my clit.

It will travel with the rest of the kitchen things tomorrow, unremarked, exactly as it should. She sits, last of all, in the chair by the window, the one she bought herself in her second week here with the first payment from her first freelance client, back when every purchase still felt like a small, defiant act of proving she could build something out of nothing. The chair is unremarkable, plain fabric, slightly worn now at the arms. It has held her through more nights than she can easily count, the early ones spent simply surviving the hours after the twins finally slept, the later ones spent thinking, planning, slowly becoming the woman who could send a letter to an elder council without

I know who’s organized this. The guy runs through how to charge and operate it, and how to fold it down, and I listen as best as I can while my head spins. When he’s done, I bring the chair inside and take it into the living room. Mum looks up from her crochet and stares at it. “It’s from Kip,” I say, my voice squeaky with emotion. We both know it’ll mean increased freedom for her around the house, and maybe even when we go out, if I can figure a way to get it in and out of the car.

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A chair was brought out. It was a strange chair with a hole in the seat. "Strip," Aiden commanded. Julian took off his mesh top. He unzipped the leather pants and stepped out of them. He was naked except for his collar. The crowd whistled and cheered. "Sit," Aiden said. Julian sat in the chair. His legs were strapped to the legs of the chair. His hands were cuffed behind the back of the chair. The man from the booth brought out a large, industrial vibrator. He placed it under the hole in the seat. He turned it on.

Brene Brian thought, he will have no dislikes, as long as it is given by Sweet Pea Guun, he will be extremely precious. Sweet Pea Guun rarely gives gifts to others, asking some people the answers are diverse, he finally chose the most practical item - the massage chair. Sweet Pea Guun went online to find out that most office workers who sit in front of a computer for a long time will have waist and neck bone problems, he temporarily couldn't find out if Brene Brian had that disease, but Buying a regular massage chair can also relax a bit. Just when the assistant assistant sold this, Sweet Pea Guun directly ordered one, and delivered it to her home on Sunday afternoon.