Fluxish

For reasons I’ll not bore you with, my favorite item of furniture of all time is headed to the dump tomorrow.

My masturbation couch. It’s leaving.

Oh, it will be replaced with another couch, a newer couch, a couch that some might call better. Hogwash, I say to that. No couch will ever take the place (in my heart or underneath my bottom) of the old masturbation couch.

It was so squishy, so comfortable. It held the heat wonderfully. It cradled my arching body just like a lover. It never minded a bit of a tumble, or a drop of moisture in an odd moment.

I’m going to miss that couch.

So masturbation couch, I bid you a fond farewell. May you have peace and dryness, where ever you go.

Thank you, Artful Dodger, for the image. You are the best.