In the heavy morning air,
Rolling thunder added aural pleasure to my already awakening
Pussy is trembling, burrowing under the sheets with the one I want to
He calms her, soothes her, makes her purr…
But what about my pussy,
I want to scream
Now the rain,
I AM WET
DROWNING IN MY OWN AROUSAL
Blinking awake, I turn my head and see the deep, sad, brown eyes of my
Save me, save me
Duty o’er love,
I save her
From her storm-induced trauma
Because needs must.
My furry babies,
Fuck, Fuck, FuckFuckFuck
God, I want to FUCK
The day begins
I meet my lover’s eyes across the expanse of our shared bed,
His fingers may as well be miles away
And he smiles that
IT’S GOING TO BE ONE OF THOSE DAYS
It’s going to be one of those
I woke (in every way) to a thunderstorm this morning and my body manifests that kind of environmental agitation as arousal…
However, my pets just freak the fuck out.
I can count on one hand the number of thunderstorms I’ve experienced since I moved to the Pacific Northwest. I would prefer to be using that hand…
But needs must.
So we set aside what we wanted to do in favor of what needed to be done. By the time our fuzzy buddies were settled, we were off to dutifully perform the tasks that, with their compensation, service the mortgage.
Needs must, indeed.
And tonight, the Missus has NEEDS that MUST, indeed, be met. 😉