I really like how compatible they are. And how sexy. On the other hand, I don’t really think of myself as furniture. And I’m not so sure I should be classified as a “her.” While I certainly appreciate the male of the species, it’s the female I especially dig. And Jamie is extraordinarily diggable. Is that a word? Diggable. Well, it should be. Okay, so I can be a bit opinionated.

Now aura, that’s really nailing it. I have an aura! A presence. A prescience. Okay, I don’t know what prescience means, exactly, but I bet I have it.

So this time Nils is sitting and Jamie is crouched upon him. Nils’ got a nice ass, I’ll say that, but if I had to choose, I’d choose Jamie’s every time. See what I mean about my herness. Is herness a word?

But it’s not just sex. Often Jamie just relaxes on me, thinking her thoughts, coming up with her ideas. I’m so curious about her mind. I feel as if I can feel her thoughts, but I don’t really understand them. A lot of times she’s reading.

Then again, sometimes reading leads to sex.

Some of my favorite times are when she solos. Gosh, remembering the feel of her bottom, the soft scrape of it upon my nap as faster and faster her fingers fly, and then that sweet first clench of coming, and then contraction after contraction—it makes me shiver.

On more than one occasion I’ve supported her while she trims her nails.

She’s very tidy, but once one of the clippings flew into my rear crease and she didn’t notice. It was uncomfortable at first, and I tried to think of it as a souvenir. But I got used to it; so used to it that most of the time I didn’t notice. But if I was alone too long and missing Jamie, I’d bring that nail clipping to mind and let the itch of it have its way with me. Oh, I can be a naughty chair, believe me you.

Today they’re taking their time. Nice that they’re in no rush. I’ve got all day. All day and all night, to tell the truth. I’m patient. And resilient. Most of all comfy. My cushioning is to die for. But I’m neither too soft nor too firm. Supportive you might say. Unobtrusive in the best sense. I’m not ostentatious, but I’m not overly simple. Tasteful, you might say. Reliable in every way.