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By (user no longer on site) OP 50 weeks ago
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Friday night. I've been looking forward to this day for weeks. I've had it all planned out. I stare dazily out of the window and the raindrops slowly drizzle down the panes. I feel an ache down below. I can't wait to leave this office knowing what's going to happen in a few hours time.
I say goodbye to Sully and Mike and I grab my big brown fluffy jacket. Oh wow, it's so soft. You wouldn't believe it. I love how it caresses my skin... it makes me feel like a big grizzly bear. As I step outside, the cold air hits my face and the rain softly hits my head. I feel my nipples harden as I think of the tin of spaghetti I have at home. I love spaghetti and I love grizzly bears because they are sleepy and strong just like my brain.
I jump on the bus and before I know it my key is through the hole and I'm back in my apartment. I take my shoes and socks off and walk across the hard floor towards my tin of Heinz spaghetti. I can feel my pussy throb with excitement knowing what's about to come.
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part 2 coming once I've finished my spaghetti |
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By (user no longer on site) OP 50 weeks ago
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Fuck, where did I put it? I punched the wall with anger. I couldn't find my tin opener anywhere. "I wish I had of bought the pull lid tins but with the cost of living in 2023 it just isn't doable I wish I could win the lottery because I wouldn't have to worry about these things that cause me a great deal of distress" I muttered to myself. I was disappointed and teary and to top it off I had cold feet.
I ran back to the living room and put on my socks. I was livid thinking about having to run to Poundland to buy myself a new tin opener. I quickly slid my cold toes into my fluffy socks and suddenly remembered something. I legged it as fast as I could to the bathroom. I was as fast as a gingerbread man. You would never be able to catch me.
I busted open the bathroom door. And there she was, my tin opener. A smell of spaghetti filled the bathroom. I gazed lovingly at the bath tub stained orange from previous bathing times. I screamed with delight and ran back to the kitchen kitchen with my tin opener in hand. I put it down on the counter and bent down to quickly remove my fluffy socks.
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part 3 coming after my bath |
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