Cabin fever has set in. The winter of our discontent has begun as we see more and more snow falling, trapping us in our home. We are getting under each other’s skin. At first it was fun to hibernate like a couple of bears, nibbling popcorn in front of the fire, working on jigsaw puzzles and watching videos until our eyeballs were square. But now we’ve hit a wall and for a couple days now, we’ve just been nitpicking and getting on each other’s nerves.
This morning it exploded with full force. I don’t know if it was sheer boredom or something different, because I cannot even tell you what started it. I know you stormed downstairs as I was getting dressed and I heard your bowl slam onto the table and could hear the pages of the newspaper rumpling angrily. I fiddle with the car keys and contemplate going for a long car drive, but there is a weather advisory and I don’t like driving in bad weather.
Then I get a wicked smile. As the anger pumps through my veins, I feel a flash of arousal. That familiar throb inside when I crave physical intimacy. I don’t want to get dressed; I want to get undressed. I want to burn off all our cabin fever on each other’s bodies. I had nothing else I wanted to say, I just want to ravage you. But I also know that when you’re angry, I need to melt your ice a little so I grab a favorite shirt of yours. Leaving it unbuttoned, I come into the kitchen with your shirt barely covering my breasts, showing my navel and skimming the hair at the top of my pussy.
I stand in the kitchen doorway, just watching you staring at the paper. You are seething, and I almost turn back around silently cursing my silly idea that we just need to blow off some steam physically. Too late, you’ve seen me.
“What kind of cereal are you eating?”
I ask, amazed at the bizarre question I came up with. You just glare at me, wondering what sort of question that is as well. I stammer something equally ridiculous, trying to sound logical.
“I wanted to make a shopping list for when we get out of this house. Just didn’t want to forget anything.”
You still look at me like I am speaking a foreign language. I cast my eyes downward and try to explain, blushing deeply, “I know we’re bickering, but the adrenaline got pumping and I suddenly found myself aroused. I was wondering if there was anything we could do about that?”
A small smile cracks the sides of your face when you realize that I am trying to seduce you, even though it is going horribly awry. You see my hands nervously twisting around, as a stray hair falls into my face and I become more flustered by the moment. I am frozen to the ground, though I want to flee back to the bedroom. Folding the paper in half, you push your chair back and walk towards me.
“Do you have any idea how irritated I am right now?”
I nod silently, but then gulp and say, “As much as I am?” I continue, “But don’t you think it is more about cabin fever than anything either you are I have done? Don’t you think we’re just irritable and not even with each other, but with the stir-crazy environment? And what better cure for craziness, then to act a little crazy?”
I walk over to the table and hop up and sit on the table, slowly peeling a banana. Grinning at you, I inquire, “Would you like some banana in your cereal, or is it starting to get mushy?”
As my bare ass is planted on the table, my legs crossed demurely, I stretch the banana towards you, as a sort of peace offering. You take another step towards me, and in spite of yourself, find yourself softening. That stray hair is still hanging in my face and you reach over to push it behind my ear as our eyes meet.
“Would you like me to cut this for your cereal?”
You smile and know that I really don’t know what to say, but I just don’t like fighting with you when I don’t even know why we’re fighting. Suddenly, the absurdity of everything strikes you too as you see my half naked body sitting on the table holding a peeled banana.
“WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WITH YOU?” You ask as you push my shoulders back so I am lying on the table. “You just need your man to make you feel like a woman.”
I respond, “I need to make my man feel like a man too.” As I say that I spread my legs apart and you see how shiny my pussy is with the flowing juices from within. I beg, “Don’t say another word, please… you know what we both need and want.”
As you take the banana from my hand and set it on the table, you spread my legs like a wishbone, you announce, “I’m not hungry for food anymore.”
Sticking a finger deep inside me, you crook it and tease my g spot for a moment, and then I let out a guttural moan. “Ohhhhhhhhh, honey…” Standing up and dropping your pants, you stroke your cock a few times as I see how erect he is. I am quivering now, knowing that in a moment, as soon as you are inside me, all the frustrations will be driven out. I am aching for you and reach between my legs and spread my lips wide open to receive you. The deep red spot of my opening is like a bull’s-eye for all the reasons we’re on each other’s nerves. “Please,” is all I can mutter.
Like an arrow, you guide him to my opening and then just tease me a bit with the head, inserting him slightly and pulling out. You’re in control here. You know how badly I want to be fucked, but you aren’t about to admit you need it just as much. I arch myself to try to draw you in deeper, but you withdraw again.
“Quit moving around,” you tell me and then you have an idea. You’ll tie my wrists to a chair. We’ve played some bondage games before, but never under these circumstances. “Wait here and don’t move or you will not get what you want.” Going to the drawer for some string, you unroll a couple feet and bind my wrists to the chair on the other side of the table. Then you wrap each of my ankles to a table leg and I am tied to the table like a Thanksgiving turkey.
“So you want me inside you?” I nod my head and find myself growing more aroused as I trust that you will play nice. You pull another chair between my spread legs and sit down so you are looking right at my exposed pussy. “It looks like you haven’t shaved in a while, I think we need to do something about that, where do you keep your razor?” I tell you where in the bathroom my electric shaver is and you quickly return with it. Gently pressing the lips of my pussy taut, you run the razor over the bikini area trimming the hair back and exposing the skin. I smile at you and tell you that you can shave as much as you wish; it will always grow back. Though I rarely remove all my hair, the idea suddenly seems enticing and the thought of a bare pussy is arousing.
You start stroking the razor over my pussy, deftly removing the thick curly hair, exposing my milky white flesh. The vibration of the razor so close to my clit is making me squirm a little and when you realize why I am squirming, you decide to have some more fun with it. Holding the backside of the razor firmly against my upper lips, you stick a finger inside me again. Teasing me both inside and out, I am completely at your mercy. You bring me to the brink of an orgasm and then stop. I am panting and writhing and I breathlessly utter, “Fuck me.”
Your cock is throbbing and hard as a rock. Brushing the loose hair off the table and off me, you survey your work. You part my smooth rounded lips to see the soaking wet, quivering inner pussy. I want you like I’ve never wanted you. You guide your cock into me, this time no teasing just unmerciful pounding. My smooth skin is a different feeling for you and you rub me with your hand while you thrust in and out of me. I begin to climb to the delayed orgasm again and you just knead my lips harder. Thrusting harder and deeper, we are crashing into each other over and over. I shudder with the first wave of my orgasm as you begin to swell knowing how hard I am climaxing. I am shaking and throbbing as you start to shoot your juice into me. As you finish, our eyes meet and suddenly we have no idea why we were ever angry or bickering.
Still no words are spoken, but you gently unwrap the string from my ankles and wrists. I sit up slowly and lean into your face and kiss you tenderly. Smiling at each other, I reach over grabbing a spoon with one hand, the banana with the other and say, “So about that cereal?”
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