Needs Must

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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

Fuck,

Fuck,

FuckFuckFuckFuckFuck!

He calms her, soothes her, makes her purr

But what about my pussy,

DAMMIT!

I want to scream

Now the rain,

I AM WET

The lightning,

DRIPPING

The thunder…

DROWNING IN MY OWN AROUSAL

Booming,

Growling…

Growling?

Blinking awake, I turn my head and see the deep, sad, brown eyes of my

Bitch

Pleading

Save me, save me

FUCK ME

Duty o’er love,

I save her

From her storm-induced trauma

Because needs must.

Indeed,

NEEDS

Come,

MUST

My furry babies,

CUM

Agitated,

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

KNOWING

Smile,

Because

IT’S GOING TO BE ONE OF THOSE DAYS

Later,

AND

It’s going to be one of those

NIGHTS.

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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.  😉

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    1. mrsfever Post author

      I may not have the clout of the Surgeon General, but please heed Mrs. Fever’s Warning: Laughter has been known to cause wrinkles in unsuspecting women. Frequenting this blog has been known to induce snort-cough-laughing in otherwise somber humans. Read at your own risk. (Preferably not while drinking milk…it could spurt out your nose when you least expect it.)

      Yes, my life is a source of constant amusement. Unfortunately, the *type* of amusement I’d prefer comes with a soundtrack (ohgodOhGodOHGOD) that could not be played this morning due to life (i.e., PETS) getting in the way.

      Oh well. There’s always tonight… 😉

      1. gemini232006

        Hey have all the amusement you can for me. My husband is deployed to Afghanistan and I have a heathen for a almost two year old. So not much time to enjoy my own self 🙂