jillin' off at furniture mart

Would anyone be shopping at The Kansas Furniture Mart the morning after a blizzard?

"I unbuttoned and unzipped my coat and lay back on the bed. It was plush.
And I lay there for a few minutes. Staring up at the ceiling. I saw no one. I heard no one.
I began to get that secluded feeling. The feeling of being alone in a massively huge store.
I closed my eyes and listened to the air. I didn't hear a car. I didn't hear keys. I didn't hear footsteps. And without opening my eyes, I touched my belly over my shirt." Erotica for men. (female masturbation).

Excerpt:

I walked into the Kansas Furniture Mart and took the escalator to the second floor where the beds and bedroom furniture were. It was ten o'clock in the morning. I had stayed up all night with the anticipation of what I was about to do.

It was two days before Thanksgiving and the holiday rush, but it had snowed the night before. Twelve inches of fresh snow covered the roads which would keep most people at home.

I knew about snow growing up in Calgary. Such things didn't bother me, but this was Kansas, a warmer climate. A good snowstorm here was just an excuse for people not to go to work.

That's why I was at the Kansas Furniture Mart right when they opened. No one was going to be here. A few employees. And even fewer shoppers.

The beds on the second floor were scattered about in one general area. These were the testing beds. People could sit on them. Lay on them. Get a feel before purchase.

I looked about. I didn't see anyone. The store had been open five minutes and I felt a sensual shake as I thought about what I planned.

I walked about the beds. Sitting on some. Touching the fabric of others.

Farther away were dressers lined in a row across my view: large, wooden, and shiny. I walked to the most distant bed from the escalator closer to the dressers. I immediately thought I was in the right spot.

I was so nervous and excited. Was I going to do it? You bet your butt I was going to try. It took me an hour to drive slowly through the snow to the furniture store. There couldn't be a better day.

I sat on the king-sized bed looking back to where I had come from towards the escalators. I saw no one.

I unbuttoned and unzipped my coat and lay back on the bed. It was plush.

And I lay there for a few minutes. Staring up at the ceiling. I saw no one. I heard no one.

I began to get that secluded feeling. The feeling of being alone in a massively huge store.

I closed my eyes and listened to the air. I didn't hear a car. I didn't hear keys. I didn't hear footsteps. And without opening my eyes, I touched my belly over my shirt. I rubbed myself until I felt the warmth of my fingers. I rubbed myself until I felt relaxed.

Minutes passed until I raised myself and began to remove my coat. Without opening my eyes, I laid it on the floor in front of me. And while I was bent over, I began to unlace my boots.

I listened. There was nothing but static air. Nothing but the sound of me.

I unlaced one boot then the other, then I lay back down on the bed. Listening.

I opened my eyes staring at the ceiling. It was the same. It had not changed. So I closed my eyes again and kicked off my boots using only my feet.

I lay there for at least five minutes. My eyes closed the whole time.

I kicked my leg and felt the presence of my boot through my socks.

I was ready.

I lifted again and slid my body farther back onto the large plush bed. I sat up and opened my eyes looking down at my sock-covered feet. There was a hole at the big toe, and I leaned down bending my leg towards me, and pinched it. Pulling the sock fabric. Stretching the sock as it slowly slid down my leg from over my black leggings.

There it was. My naked foot.

A small fat foot, I thought.

Dropping the sock on the bed, I touche

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