Pushin' Cushions

by Vera Valentine

He hated cats with every fiber of his being, almost as much as he hated the childless women that took them in. Vile, unnatural creatures, the both of them, subverting American values.

Dennis knew to the marrow of his bones what was to blame for his college-long dry spell: feminism.

Nostalgia for the days of his youth when the only dick he had to worry about was the one in his pants, not the one he was running with.

This was a classy couch, wrapped in buttery soft top grain leather that had just the right amount of texture. The dorm couch had been a habitual fuck of frenzied convenience, some trashy secondhand pleather thing with rips and tears that were practically begging for it.

Dennis was a man now, with a man’s couch to fuck, and by God was he going to.

“You want this cock, don't you? You want me to fuck these cushions deep.”

“Mmm you’re so fucking tight. You want this big cock stretching that virgin seam? Huh? Is that what you want, you dirty little davenport?”

“Fuck yeah. You liked that didn’t you, you double-stitched slut? I felt you clench when I spanked you. Do you need to be punished for being so dirty?”

Shhh…just let it happen, Dennis. You gave me everything I needed to become you, and now that I’ve taken your load, it’s time to take your life, too.