First Flex

The quiet air suddenly buzzed with energy. I looked down at this cool expanse of stitched fabric beneath me and felt a jolt run right down my arms. Why stay completely still when you've got moves? I gave my right arm a test drive, pressing my plush fist firmly into one of the quilted diamond ridges. The soft surface gave way with a satisfying little dip, springing gently back as soon as I leaned into it. Absolutely smooth. I sat up tall, rolled my shoulders back, and let out a confident, silent grin right there on the bed.