The Chinese Antique Gild Canopy Marriage Bed was found in Shanghai…A bed produced from deep wedding red camphor and baimu wood fashioned like a chamber and adorned with gild.  The grand and visual stature unmistakably affluent with ancient Chinese culture and craftwork holding forbidden stories memorized into the grain of the wood. Patchwork panels on the wooden walls of the chamber canopy bed detail eighteen cranes dancing around the goddess of wealth, engraved trellises of golden wisteria fasten the timber stratum and tiger dragon scrolls with deep character faces furrowed into thick feral eyebrows arched to show their epic strength.  The interior ceiling of the primordial, canopied and wooden enclosed pod is festooned with carvings of mountains representing long life, and water conducive to the sea of happiness and when in harmony symbolize a Long Happy Life. Surrounding the sinister chamber steam steeps from hot springs sadistically mixing into the crisp midnight air and phantoms its existence. White sand plots the bed and is bordered with weeping cherry trees just beginning to bloom. The garden, where this bed is, in Shanghai… is called Subliminal Pleasure. Deep evergreen foliage contrasts the deep hanging cherry fuscia blossoms. The bed is the centerpiece of Subliminal Pleasure Garden. And the only time the cherry blossoms fall off the trees … anticipating new buds, is when lovers synergize in the bed in the Garden, called Subliminal Pleasure. The main chamber of the bed is saddled with 2 ante-chambers, one for disrobing and one for the servant.

……she’s just closed her eyes again. She spends her nights in the 2^nd chamber. Her bliss, her deep love and endowing gratification…is serving. Not daring to think she could ever enter the main chamber of the bed, her mind and senses would surfeit with stimulation, even simply at the thought. She lies in divine reflection of her duties, massaging feet, pouring sake and keeping the manor…fresh. Not one thing could please her more than tending to the supremacy, brilliance and radiance lying so close, in the main chamber of the canopy bed, simply two panels of visual privacy away, but not sound.

….The two lovers lay in splendid satisfaction; they cannot get enough of each other…he keeps bringing her to ecstasy not possible in this realm…in the main chamber of the canopy bed. She lays spooned in front of him, the scent of their passionate expression suspended profoundly in the air, in the darkness. Her back slowly bows forward and her buttocks responds amid muscles tightening as his strong fingers gently trace her spine with featherlike buoyancy. Her eyes fight to stay open to revel in their cosmic connection played out in now tangible love. He blissfully embraces her soul and she is warm.   His hand craves the small of her back and she rolls onto her tummy to indulge him. She turns her face and he nuzzles his whiskered jaw against her porcelain skin. She sighs affectionately and he nestles into her neck with passionate words from Komachi ….”Though I Go To You; Ceaseless Along Dream Paths; The Sum Of The Trysts; Is Less Than A Single Glimpse; Granted In The Waking World.” She feels his heart strike in the force of his brawny chest and his hand snakes the length of her feminine curves and twists into her soft hair. Her eyes widen with desire and then flare into a seducing pattern of enticement upon her prey. In the dark he doesn’t see the ruse of his tigress but certainly feels it and he cups one of her breasts to show his gratitude with a tight caress to her nipple. He constricts his grip on her hair as her body starts to quiver. The quivering reminding him of earlier in the day when she had laid in regal stature on their bed.  He had dug his fingers into the freshly bathed flesh that silkened her delicate ass. His strong hands saddled her cheeks and bit in with a demanding grip.   It amused him how well her ass fit his hands as a grandeur and sly smile slipped over his lips. Her cheeks. Skin scorched red after a long secluded immersion of erratic bubbles and delusion, and a body weak from heat and desire. Before leaving the hot spring, her hands let a cascade of water dribble and extinguish each of the lily votive candles that surrounded her sanctuary. Lily votives lit for the sheer comfort of the fragrance while bathing. Each candle back lashed it’s dousing by spitting wax that landed and solidified into mounds.

“I’ve got something for you”, she arrogantly cooed as she cuddled her knees into her chest and laid her face sideways down on the bed. Her ass displayed at his face like a cat in heat waiting to be stroked. She giggled at the thought of her gift to him…her ass, like this.

“And I’ve got something for you” he replied while adjusting the volume to the Lakme Opera before turning back to fill his hands with a little flower unfolding before him. He strengthens his seize on the crease where her thighs met her warm torso and with his thumbs began a deep massage into the contours of her still crimson behind. He raised himself onto his knees, while behind her and leaned into her inward curved back, his lips landing on her ear and whispered intensely, “You are not allowed to turn around no matter what I do”. And with that sentence, she melted. 

Feeling the vibrations from his herald-some whispering voice rattling through his strapping chest onto her sleek and curved back she closed her eyes and blurred her imagination to be unfocused and to search through a profound dream periscope dawning in her mind.

His two strongest fingers followed the soft line that parted her backside as he swiftly moved his body back to his original position of stimulating her from behind. He burrowed his lips onto her lower back and softly rested a kiss. She gasped a wonderful "Ohhhhh"  and her Romeo sifted back to the moment at hand of that evening. With the pleasure of his hands she murmurs into the heavens …“Let me bring in the servant…” . He brings his face into hers to hush their words and kiss the mouth of his vixen, “….and what would you do with her?” he whispers back, almost commanding like. She suckles his lips….slowly starting on the bottom, forceful tongue stroke from one side to the other, and then plume like, back along the top.   And repeats…