This new chair felt wonderful for Rachel.
It's the best chair she ever had the pleasure of sitting her bottom down upon.
She got the chair itself after the blonde became an item with the man she grew to love over the long, harsh years.
She took her chair everywhere with her, especially outdoors.
She would use it when she was sewing a new sweater.
She would use it when reading a book.
She would use it when she was simply thinking.
Rachel had it all with this chair. She was so enamored with it.
The chair itself wasn't made out of any material at all.
In fact, this chair was made out of tender flesh.
The size of the chair? Ha! That was big enough to fit three of her.
Okay, maybe just two of her.
The arms of the chair? It was so flexible and maneuverable that she could put it in almost any position she pleases. In fact, if she was feeling lazy, she'd just tell the chair how to position itself and it would obey without a single word spoken.
That's right. Her chair was also one that obeyed your every command.
I bet you're jealous of this chair she has right now, huh?
Don't deny it. I couldn't blame you if you were jealous.
Speaking of which, I am jealous of how she has a chair like that.
I mean, hell, if I had a chair like hers that could cover my size, I'd be pretty damn impressed.
I can't, though. You know why? It's because I'm stuck with my girlfriend sitting on my lap. It's been this way since we got together.
But you know what? I don't care. You know why? Because she's so nice to hug whenever she tells me to use my arms to hug her tight to keep her warm.
I think I'm comfortable this way. Yeah. In fact, the warmth of her body is making me...
Zzz... Zzz... Zzz...