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.
*
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. 😉
This made me laugh a bit. But it was definitely worth the read.
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… 😉
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 🙂
PNW? Hey, we’re neighbors!! 😀
I’ll remember that next time I need to borrow a cup of sugar…or a flogger…or something… 😉
Heh. 😀