The chair told me 'No'.

I once had sex with an office chair.

No, really.

It belonged to this hot young accounting chick who routinely wore short skirts and high heels. She would sit and rub forwards against the chair seat, push herself languorously backwards, cross and uncross her legs and hip-squigglely wiggle: the dark gray herringbone chair fabric remembered everything.

So I was in the office after hours when I had to know: does the hot young accounting chick wear panties?

The chair told me 'No'.

By smell.

So I fucked that chair-seat rotten.

I am Laslo.

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