Nils had only been gone a few hours, and already Anna missed him. She missed his sweet attention in the morning. She missed the twinkle in his eyes. She missed the fuzzy scrape of his beard. She missed the gentle touch of his fingers. She missed the hard thrust of his cock. “We could have had a fun morning if you were here,” she said to herself, her eyes falling upon that oversized armchair. A moment later she was up on the chair, jumping up and down like a gleeful little girl. “Take this, and this, and this,” she said with each bounce.

Finally her legs gave out, and she smacked down onto the plush seat.

“Too bad for you weren’t the chair,” Anna said to the absent Nils. “Otherwise I’d have landed smack on your cock, and it would have gone straight up into my juicy cunt. And I would have rode you so good, so good, so good. I guess I’ll just have to tend to myself.”

Fingering herself, Anna missed the fullness of Nils’ cock in her cunt. “Fucking useless chair,” she muttered. “Maybe I should order a replacement. One with real leather. And bright shiny gold. And a knockout delivery guy. One with a perfect body. And a lovely cock just the right size for sucking but also just the right size for fucking.” Each time Anna’s fingers brushed her clitoris, the delivery guy’s fingers nudged her nipple. The closer Anna got to orgasm, the larger the delivery guy’s cock grew. But just when the moment was at hand, the cock disappeared.

Luckily