Sea Wind Florida Monaco Coastal Wood Dresser with 7 Drawers in Blue

The Walmart ad for the dresser got my attention. Maybe it was the blue. Maybe it was the knobs. Yeah, I wanted to feel them. To pull them. Okay, maybe they reminded me a bit of Daniel’s cock. The knob of it.

So I showed the ad to Daniel, not telling him about my thoughts about the knobs. “Want to take a closer look?” I asked him.

“Is there a store near here?” he wanted to know.

Silly guy. We portaled.

I held off investigating the knobs at first. I just lay my head against the top. It had a clean wood smell. Maybe the smallest hint of the sea. I let my breast brush the surface. My nipple responded.

Daniel must have sensed my excitement, perhaps the scent of my arousal. He caressed my back. His fingers smoothed their way down my spine. His palm cupped my butt. A gentle squeeze. A finger sneaking between my thighs, the tip of it twirling briefly in the moisture of my cunt, then kissing my asshole just right. Entering it just enough. A little more. A little more.

Oh Gosh, oh Gosh, oh Gosh!

He left his finger in. Pulse after pulse of pure pleasure. I took the deepest breath. A sea breeze sort of sigh.

A moment later I was kneeling in front of him. I didn’t take my time. With the knob of his prick in my mouth, I jerked him off. When he began to come, I let my hand go, the better to concentrate on the essence of his ejaculation. The creamy, whitecap sort of splash of it. The swell seaness of his seed. Immensely satisfying in every aspect.

Home again, Daniel said, “If we get one, what will we put in it?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “Let’s find out.”

Notes:

This would have been my cover picture were there no restrictions:

Happy Valentine’s Day to all! I am beginning a bit of a vacation today (February 14, 2025). I expect to resume posting daily illustrated flash stories sometime before the end of March. I expect I will continue to post the Friday “Poems by Ashley.”