Objects of Desire

Objects of Desire

by Rodford Edmiston

    They were cuddled together in bed, spending some time in erotic play
before going down to breakfast. Finding the wishing ring had made their
lives free; they had money, now, and time. They could indulge themselves
in any way they wanted. Some people would have begun a destructive
downward spiral of hedonism, but they hadn't. They had enough sense to
use what the ring gave them responsibly.
    She giggled as he playfully grabbed her breasts, mock- wrestling her
onto her back. He kneaded the spectacular pair he had wished for her
last night, making her shiver with pleasure.
    “What is it with you and boobs, anyway,” she said, playfully. “All
you want to do is fondle and lick and squeeze them.”
    “I don't know,” he replied, smiling, keeping his hands busy. “I
guess its just part of being a guy. All I know is I wish I could spend
all day holding your tits.”
    There was a startled pause, as they realized that he was still
wearing the wish ring. Then he gave a cry, which dwindled to nothing as
his hands flowed across her breasts, turning white and flat and cottony,
followed quickly by the rest of his body. The ring plopped onto the bed
beside her.
    She grabbed the ring in a panic, and jabbed it onto her finger, then
paused as she realized two things. Though the ring might not give them
exactly what they wanted, it could not directly harm them, as they were
it's true owners. And he had included a duration. She grinned as she
examined the new bra. It was warm and soft and fitted perfectly, and
felt as if it were alive. An impish idea struck her.
    “Well, dear, it looks like you're stuck for the day,” she said,
wondering if he could actually hear and understand her. She played with
her large, shapely breasts, fondling herself through the fabric of her
husband. “Don't worry, I'll make it up to you. I'll be your jock strap
tonight.”

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