The Bed

Recent events made me think and remember, the bed. The bed of all beds. The bed I saw and that stole my heart and have lusted after…ever since. The ultimate sex bed.

I saw it in passing years ago. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I couldn’t believe that the store actually had it out on display. I regret that I wasn’t brave enough to walk in and buy it on the spot. I am a very sensual person…and this bed spoke volumes to me.

Four massive black wood posts, maybe 10 inches in diameter framed the bed. These exquisite columns were at least 7 feet high. On the top of each post…chains. One beautiful black link after another. (I still ache to run my hands over them.) The only thing better than see this chain come out of the wood was to see where it ended. Suspending the mattress. I still remember my intense reaction to seeing it. It screamed my name. The only thing missing was blood red satin sheets. It should have been mine.

I picture, silver hand cuffs secured to the chains at head of the bed, while foot cuffs dangled at the end. I’m a very clever girl and would have mounted a mirror at the top of the posts so I could enjoy the view, no matter the position. Maybe add a small rack, to store all the crops, whips and floggers.

The damage I could have done, the orgasms, torture and love that could have been made would have been magnificent. Even now I sink my nails into my wood desk and let the waves of lust roll over me…O, that beautiful bed.