Salvador's Sofa
by G. Russell © 2004

Once, Salvador Dali's sofa stuck me up its asshole.

It's true.

I removed my blouse, skirt, panties, eyes never leaving the waiting smile on Mae West's lips. I lowered my ass onto the couch, ignoring the "Do Not Sit Here," sign.

I was pulled into the Sofa's maw. Drooling leather smacked my cunt, chomped my clit, slurped my asshole. Suddenly, the sofa puckered into an anus into which I was plunged until, its castors shuddering, a red tongue-cushion expelled a fistful of ants and a coin onto my belly.

Truthfully, it wasn't the best of fucks.

Mona Lisa was better.

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