[COLOR red]Wanna Chat? I'll be in "BBW room" here on the site. I'm unattached, and serious about meeting someone who desires a lasting relationship....you know.....someone who believes in monogamy. Yes, I'm quite aware that it takes time for friendship to grow to the point where two people decide to be with each other exclusively. But I want to make it clear from the start that I'm not INTO PLAYING HEAD GAMES (on line or otherwise), and I don't think its particularly natural for a man to be stroking harder than the U.S. Rowing Team in the Olympics while he flirts with a woman on line. I don't want the man who gets off for anyone who offers him a flash..... I want the one who is jazzed by my mind....gets lost in my eyes.....is warmed by my smile....who's pulse quickens when he hears my voice....and when he finally get around to touching, WHOAAAAAA!!!!!!!! I often see the phrases "Friends with benefits" and/or "No strings sex".....somehow these words are a bit too detached for my sensitivity and passion. For me, sex is not a mechanical act, nor merely a recreational activity. Because intimacy (read sex) involves another person, it's an exchange of emotions. Passion and familiarity is what makes for intense and fulfilling intimate moments to cherish.... If you email DO NOT SEND COCK SHOTS NOT INTERESTED IN THAT But I am interested in your face. What makes me smile is the thought of being mentally swept off my feet.[/COLOR]

My Ideal Person An intellectual and emotional connection is most welcome. Someone who can make me laugh at his wit,smile at his thoughtfulness, shiver at his touch. Someone I can embrace with my skin.

What are your favorite musicians or bands?:
the 80's

Tell one of your favorite sexual fantasies. Don't hold back!:
Emily had been shopping all day. By lunch she'd
seen so many furniture stores it felt as though she were
becoming part of the furniture herself. "Can't we just get that leather one from Harvey's?"
she asked her husband, Nick. "I really liked it."
Nick dismissed her. "The color's wrong. And
it's way too expensive. Now, what do you think of this
one?" As usual, he brushed her comments off and went
to test-sit on a garish zebra-patterned monstrosity over
by the porch swings. Emily rolled her eyes and sighed. She no longer cared about
buying a new couch. All she wanted to do with take her shoes
off and relax, maybe open a bottle of wine and get close to
Nick like she hadn't done in... was it that long? It seemed an eternity since they'd actually sat and
talked, longer since they'd made love in the tender
fashion that left her breathless and close to tears with
joy. Now he was always busy, always keen to acquire new things
with his new-found wealth from his up-and-coming job.
It wasn't how things were meant to be, but she'd
kept thinking, It won't last long, he's just getting
settled, things will be better soon. Watching him puff up cushions and bounce exuberantly on
springs, she felt restless and frustrated. What's
more, the coffee from an hour ago had done it's work,
and the urge to pee was growing stronger by the minute. They
never have public toilets in these places, she thought
to herself, shifting from foot to foot. "Can we go soon?" she asked Nick, but he was grilling
a sales assistant over possible discounts on the zebra.
Finally unable to bear the pressure on her bladder, Emily
sidled up to a female assistant and asked to use the staff
toilet. "Sure, " the woman smiled. "Just head
down that corridor, turn left, and go through the door marked
STAFF." Emily didn't bother to tell Nick where
she was going; he wouldn't listen anyway. Hurrying down the corridor, she went through the STAFF
door and emerged into another white hallway with several
exits leading off it. Desperate, she accidentally opened
a door marked PRIVATE STOREROOM, glimpsing numerous pieces
of brightly colored furniture before she ducked back out,
and into the toilet. Relieved at last, she studied her face in the washroom mirror.
She was attractive, she knew that. A number of men had propositioned
her before Nick came along, and all because of her looks.
She wondered what her life would be like if she'd accepted
any of them... Back in the hallway, she was overcome by a whimsical desire
to look at the furniture in the private storeroom. Imagine
if she found the ideal couch, all by herself! Indeed, out
of the corner of her eye she'd spotted a strange looking
red velvet armchair that she wouldn't mind sitting
in, if only to rest her feet for a moment. Checking to make sure the hall was deserted, Emily quietly
slipped into the dim storeroom and studied the luminously
upholstered chairs and sofas. The designs were experimental,
without doubt. Some didn't seem to fit the role of couch
at all. Again, the scarlet armchair in the corner caught
her eye. It was covered in lush velvet, and the shape of it
seemed more like a frozen wave, or a pair of lips, than a piece
of furniture. The curved headrest seemed designed to comfort
and reassure, while the seat cushion looked ready to accept
any weight with pleasure. She padded over, slipped off her shoes, and guiltily sat
down. Immediately the chair embraced her; it was soft and
encompassing, like she'd just sat down in a blob of
red jelly. The luxurious fabric caressed her skin. She
sank back, sighing, and the chair welcomed her further
into its folds. Closing her eyes, she let a feeling of blissful
relaxation wash over her. Moments later, she realized the chair was moving. The backrest
had begun to squirm rhythmically, gently massaging her
lumbar area, while another cushion attended to the sore
muscles around her neck. With a barely audible clicking
sound, the footrest automatically sprung up, lifting
her bare feet off the ground. It too began to move, vibrating
against her tired calves. Emily couldn't keep the grin off her face. Now this
was a comfortable chair! It had only been a few minutes,
yet she felt completely enveloped in pleasure, the red
velvet cushions surrounding her and pleasantly touching
her flesh. A bizarre idea struck her. Wouldn't it be fabulous
to sit in this chair naked? She brushed the thought away;
it was ridiculous to even think it. Nonetheless, as the
massage relaxed her further, and as the velvet inflamed
her nerves, she began to seriously toy with the idea. It
would be nice... sexy, even. The whole back area had seemed
deserted, and no-one knew she was in here. Even if she only
did it for a minute, it wouldn't hurt, would it? She grinned. What the hell. Just for a minute. Almost giggling to herself with guilty pleasure, Emily
slipped her skirt and blouse off, letting them fall to the
floor nonchalantly. Her underwear followed, and she lay
back into the squirming armchair with exquisite joy. Now
the velvet was tickling her buttocks and fondling her back,
and a new movement began underneath her thighs. Curious,
she opened her legs and let the chair massage the inside
of her thighs. Aroused by her own daring, she could feel
wetness forming between her slightly parted pussy lips.
She glanced around carefully; the room was still deserted.
With small movements, she eased her hand down to her clit
and gently began to tease herself, dipping her finger into
her vagina and carefully smoothing the wetness around
her cunt. Suddenly, the chair ceased movement, and she was startled
into a moment of panic. She half leaped out of the chair,
reaching for her clothes and looking desperately around
for possible salespeople. To her relief, she remained
alone, and sank back into the chair, sighing. Her hand found
a previously unseen control panel on the armrest, and she
absently pressed a button, wondering what it did. Abruptly the cushion beneath her began to move. She heard
faint whizzing's, and without warning large leather
clamps emerged from the leg and arm rests, grabbing her
limbs and pulling her firmly back into the soft grasp of
the chair. She was held fast, her legs open, her arms unable
to fight. Before she could think of how to respond, something
emerged from the seat cushion and positioned itself between
her legs. It seemed mechanical, but it moved with the fluidity
of an octopus arm. The best description she could think
of was a mechanical tongue. It turned out to be a good description. Without pausing,
the tongue-thing moved forward and gently began to lick
her. With even strokes, it lapped at her clitoris with a
surety of purpose, as though it had been waiting an eternity
just to touch her. Occasionally it swirled its way around
her entire cunt before returning to her clitoris, licking
it with just the exact pressure and position as she had always
liked. Emily didn't scream. She was too busy moaning. Within
instants she'd gone from shocked surprise to absolute
pleasure. As if sensing her reaction, the chair began to
massage her again, adding to her enjoyment of the strange
situation. Her hand moved to the control panel again, and
she pushed another button. This time a second, fluidics extension emerged from the
cushion and promptly nuzzled itself into her dripping
vagina. Now she could barely keep herself from gasping.
The second arm filled her, pressing upwards towards her
G-spot and moving in and out, while the tongue continued
its steady lapping, determined to exceed in giving her
a stronger orgasm than she'd ever had before. She writhed
and her heart beat loud in her ears. She felt the control
panel at her fingers, and guessed what the third button
would do. Eagerly, she pressed it. A smaller, thinner extension propelled itself from the
chair and inched its way into her ass, vibrating as it went.
This time she yelped. It was ridiculous that her body could
feel this good without exploding. The tongue lapped, the
fluidics penis probed, and the ass thing... well, she had
no idea what it was doing. But it all felt amazing. She closed her eyes and tried not to come too soon. She didn't
want to waste this experience. But the pressure was building.
She opened them again, just to see if there was a slow switch
on the control panel, and saw a male sales assistant standing
before her, his half-shadowed handsome face watching
her intently. Shocked, she wanted to get up, but the chair
chose that moment to increase its rhythm. Slave to her own
pleasure, she was wrenched into a massive orgasm, the waves
of intense feeling making her cry out and leaving her almost
dazed in the aftermath. For a few moments she simply lay there, unable to do anything
except pant quietly. The leather restraints released,
and the massage and vibrations died. Then the horrible
realization hit her: a man had just watched her, prostrate
and naked, have sex with a chair. Oh my god. She didn't
want to open her eyes again, but she couldn't just sit
there and hope he'd go away. Lifting one eyelid, she
saw he was still there, and now he was smiling. Through her
embarrassment, she couldn't help but notice how friendly
his smile was. She tried to sit up, but the cushions still held her. Gently,
the man stepped forward and helped her up. His skin against
hers was smooth and tanned. "I'm Jason. I invented that chair." She was lost for words, standing naked and flushed before
him. He regarded her happily. "I think you've proved
it works. Couldn't have arranged a better test if I'd
paid someone." His blue eyes sparkled with success.
She grasped for a reply. "Jason? As in Jason Recliner?"
He laughed. "No. Although perhaps I should change
my name. And perhaps you should get dressed." He pointed
at her crumpled heap of clothes, neglected on the floor.
She dressed awkwardly. He didn't turn away, but studied
her cheerfully as she buttoned her blouse. At last she thought
of something to say. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't
have been in here. I was tired... I just thought I'd
sit down for a while..." "Do not concern yourself. It was a good decision,
was it not? Of course, you'll have to buy the chair now."
"I'll have to...?" "Well, it's not really a 'try-before-you-buy'
kind of thing, is it?" Jason said. "But-" She stopped herself, and turned to look
at the armchair, quiet now and looking for all the world
like a normal piece of furniture. She thought of how much
pleasure it had just given her. Buying it didn't seem
such a bad idea. "Of course. I'd like to buy it.
But is it the only one? Do you have any others?" "That's the prototype. But if it's that
successful, I can make plenty more. I think you've
shown how well it works. Just tell Bob the sales assistant
to sell you the Love seat. He'll know what to do."
Emily did her best to straighten her hair, tried to look
presentable for her return to the showroom. She had no intention
of telling Nick what had happened, nor of letting him know
what their new Love seat was capable of. She turned to go, yet something held her. "Do you make
any other kind of 'love seat' Mr Recliner?"
she asked with a half smile. He returned her grin. "I've got a few plans still
on the drawing board." "I'll leave my name and number with Bob, "
Emily grinned. "Let me know when you need another
test done." <br><br>

What types of sexual activities turn you on?:
Giving Oral Sex, Toys (Vibrators/Dildos/etc.), Food Play, Leather, Latex, Massage

Ever fantasized about having sex with a celebrity? Who? What turns you on about them?:
Not really!

Have you ever had cybersex?:
No way. I only want skin on skin.

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