Re: In praise of Emily

On the way back from our interlude in the country we stop off at the artisan furniture maker who is making my worship her high chair. I’m probably spoiling the surprise but I’ve had such a good party and my girl looks radiant. Yes she drives the Porsche like a rally driver, but you cannot turn off the adrenaline in high octane women. I called ahead to Paul to say that we are coming and he tells me that the chair is built, there is just the waxing and the polish finish. I tell Emily that I have something nice to show her, but that she has to carry off this preview with a little aplomb. She will need to be bold about this!

Paul meets us at the door of his cottage and leads across the yard to his workshop. I can see him eyeing my girl in her cream jodphurs and tan leather boots. I know that he is imagining her seated on the chair and either me or someone else licking her out. After all, the construction rather gives the game away. He is though professional artisan personified and shows us the chair, telling us about the wood chosen, the search for a beautiful grain in the seat, about steaming the wood for the back rest so that he got just the right curve. The legs are beautifully tooled, smooth and frankly, wonderful. The metal brackets are built into the back legs half way down to attach cufflinks. Paul doesn’t ask, he doesn’t have to, he can guess.

Emily kisses me shyly. She runs her manicured fingers over the lovely surfaces of the chair and admires how he has put the chair together. On the front legs of the chair there are a series of holes into which the kneeling stool can be attached, at a variety of heights. How thoughtful- I smile. Within the curved recess at the front of the seat, where James will be showing his adoration, there is an extra, ever so subtle three inch across lip/ledge. I glance at it. Emily doesn’t comment, but hopes that the chair can be polished and delivered very soon. She steals another kiss as we leave the workshop. Her look tells me so much. This is such sexy a surprise and it is just right. James will take lessons on this and I will gain pleasure watching.

As she walks on to the car, giving Paul an eyeful of delicious female rear I shoot him a questioning look.

‘Its a chin rest…I thought that your beautiful wife would like that.’