Now I know they’re called easy chairs!
Why are you all looking at me like that for? My bed never even had knobs when I was a kid – my sister used to steal 'em.
Um…
Anyhow, you never rubbed up against anything when you were a kid just because it felt good? How is that different from, say, rubbing your back against a doorframe because you can’t reach that itch between your shoulder blades with your fingernails? Oh, yeah, it’s sexual… :rolleyes:
What kind of people hump furniture? The kind who think it feels good.
Well there was that lamp. But just that once.
Me too! I especially loved the Oscar the Grouch and the Barbie Head.
Mmmm Barbie head. You know, you were supposed to style her hair. (Yeah right. Why’d they make her face so damn humpable then?)
My first exposure to pleasurable feelings was in grade school gym class with rope climbing. I’m sure I took the longest time going up and coming down, so to speak.
Later, I graduated to the goalpost in the schoolyard across from my house.
I guess I deduced that it was the rubbing up and down that gave me an overwhelming feeling of pleasure so…in my bedroom I tried rubbing on the side of my door by using a chair and grabbing the top of the door with both hands, fingers locked. It worked! And an excellent workout too!
Then I discovered masturbation, all the pleasure without the exhaustion and the rest is history.
Oh ya. I saw that video. Same technique.
Well, for some of us, it was because our thingie was to big to fit in her mouth. You sure could do some amazing things with a Stretch Armstrong though.
When I was a kid, I knew a guy who tried to convince me that humping the vibrating handle of a push-mower was the way to paradise. No matter what, I just couldn’t get up the nerve to become intimate with lawn care equipment, not even if it did have a soft neoprene handle. I mean, just suppose you lost control and ran over your foot or something… what a mood-killer.
Let me get this straight…you eloped with your couch?
The furniture ‘thing’ was a subplot on an episode of Nip/Tuck.
The steam cleaning of the couch in Sean’s office was pretty funny . . .
Best poster/topic combo of the last um err 6 years.
[Only because he’s still around-yes I know he’s been referenced before in this way]
Too bad Zombies Ate My Brain isn’t around anymore, tho…
I do so hate to threadshit, but WTF? Seriously, WTF?
Am I such a prude to think furniture humping rather beyond the pale?
Rule 34. Everything you see, hear, smell, taste and touch is a fetish for someone.
I realized this was a zombie thread when I noticed danceswithcats, who unfortunately is no longer with us, had posted to this thread.
Yes. Yes you are.
That’s indecent. Unless you marry it.