Describe your first night in Satin Sheets
Posted: Tue May 26, 2020 2:51 am
After many years of imagining what sleeping in satin sheets would be like, my fantasy finally came true on a visit to Chicago. I had been enjoying and fantasizing over those little Scintilla Satin Bed Sheet magazine ads for several years since I was a young teenager. Whenever I could I brought something satin into my bed, imagining I was sleeping between satin sheets and on satin pillows but it didn't really happen until a night in Chicago.
I arrived on a Friday evening too late for shopping but Saturday morning I was off to the Scintilla Satin Shop on North Broadway. It was located on the second floor of a building above the famous Green Mill restaurant and bar where live jazz played in the evening. Up the stairs and through a door brought me into a showroom where their beautiful satin products were displayed behind glass. You could also look through a window into the shop where ladies were busy creating the luscious satin products and doing custom embroidery. I wanted it all but finally decided to finish what I came for and went to the desk and ordered my set of king size silver satin sheets and paid cash. About 15 minutes later my order was ready and I was handed a nice box containing my luxurious prize.
It was still morning and I had sightseeing to do but all I wanted was to climb into bed between those silky sheets. I rushed through the day and grabbed a fast dinner and finally went to my hotel. I eagerly made up the bed with my new satin and showered. Would these sheets live up to my expectations from reading the ads. Would they be "as kind to my body as a good nights sleep"? Would my body "murmur thank you all night long"? After all they were used in the imperial and bridal suites of the Conrad Hilton. The ads with the beautiful models wrapped up in the satin said so. There could be nothing more luxurious.
Finally it was time. I slid naked between those silky layers of satin. Shiny side to shiny side, be sandwiched in satin as the printed instructions said. I was in heaven. The exquisite satin brought all of the pleasure that I had imagined and many times more. Those seductive little Scintilla ads didn't do this justice. The satin completely surrounded me touching every inch of my skin with its silky smoothness. It was "as kind to my body as a good nights sleep" but I was too excited to sleep much that night.
To this day I only sleep between satin sheets every night and the pleasure never ends. Life is too short to sleep in percale.
What's your story?
I arrived on a Friday evening too late for shopping but Saturday morning I was off to the Scintilla Satin Shop on North Broadway. It was located on the second floor of a building above the famous Green Mill restaurant and bar where live jazz played in the evening. Up the stairs and through a door brought me into a showroom where their beautiful satin products were displayed behind glass. You could also look through a window into the shop where ladies were busy creating the luscious satin products and doing custom embroidery. I wanted it all but finally decided to finish what I came for and went to the desk and ordered my set of king size silver satin sheets and paid cash. About 15 minutes later my order was ready and I was handed a nice box containing my luxurious prize.
It was still morning and I had sightseeing to do but all I wanted was to climb into bed between those silky sheets. I rushed through the day and grabbed a fast dinner and finally went to my hotel. I eagerly made up the bed with my new satin and showered. Would these sheets live up to my expectations from reading the ads. Would they be "as kind to my body as a good nights sleep"? Would my body "murmur thank you all night long"? After all they were used in the imperial and bridal suites of the Conrad Hilton. The ads with the beautiful models wrapped up in the satin said so. There could be nothing more luxurious.
Finally it was time. I slid naked between those silky layers of satin. Shiny side to shiny side, be sandwiched in satin as the printed instructions said. I was in heaven. The exquisite satin brought all of the pleasure that I had imagined and many times more. Those seductive little Scintilla ads didn't do this justice. The satin completely surrounded me touching every inch of my skin with its silky smoothness. It was "as kind to my body as a good nights sleep" but I was too excited to sleep much that night.
To this day I only sleep between satin sheets every night and the pleasure never ends. Life is too short to sleep in percale.
What's your story?