Meanwhile in a Parallel Universe

Lately I've been having this recurring fantasy, imagining that I was a piece of furniture… Mostly a sofa or a table. Something about the idea of being an object, used by my sexy owner, turns me on a lot.

She is sitting on me, masturbating, rubbing against me, her wet pussy stains me…

Secretly, she knows I can feel her, but she doesn’t care about my satisfaction. For her I am just there to serve, to please, in whichever way she desires... In a parallel universe, I would exist only as her table.