Don’t you hate when that happens?
You know how when you’re busy doing something, like, say, cleaning the house? You’re kind of sweaty from having just vigorously mopped the kitchen floor and vacuumed the living room. Got your sexy, ripped-up, housecleaning clothes on and you’re really just in the zone. The cleaning zone, the groove, you have a plan and it’s all laid out, from room to room, what’s next and how long it’ll take.
You’ve been cleaning for hours already and you are focusing only on where you’re going next, what’s still left to be done. Maybe you’re elbow deep in Comet cleanser, half-in and half-out of the bathtub, scouring your little heart out, thinking “and when I get done with this, I can go flip the laundry real quick – last load finally – and then unload the dishwasher and I’ll be just about fini- ERK!
I say Erk! because suddenly, from out of nowhere, you’re snatched by the hair, flipped around and shoved to your knees and before you can finish thinking “What the fuck, Chuck?” warm, wet spurts of….of… something…. splatter all over your face.
Then there’s a couple of disorienting seconds where your brain scrambles to identify and label this liquid as it splashes across your glasses. Spit? Piss? Semen? My God, it could be anything in this house and deep down inside you *know* it could be anything and isn’t it *funny* that your first instinct is NOT to duck and cover but to turn your face up and drop your hands and squeeze your eyes shut. Because spit, semen, OR piss in the eye? Not so fun, tyvm.
Of the three most-likely possibilities, I’ll take semen for $200, please, Alex.
~fingers crossed~
So you do a tentative tongue flick over dripping lips and that, along with a tell-tale happy grunt from the Man, and it’s semen for the win!
Then, just like that, the cock disappears from your vision, vision blurred by smeary globs of spunk over your once-clean eyeglasses I might add, and he’s gone, without a word, just spurt-n-go, leaving you with a wet dripping face, a goofy-ass smile and your trusty cleaning rag.
Though all of sudden you don’t wanna clean anymore. He’s done knocked you out of the zone, upset your groove, put the smack-down on your cleaning mo-jo. Try as you might, the need for sparkling appliances is gone gone gone – like your money at the gas pump.
Don’t you hate when that happens?
And by hate I mean he should do that more often.
~cunt
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Tuesday February 3rd, 2009 2:34pm
Awwww. That made me all warm and fuzzy inside – looking at you all warm and gooey outside!
I’m such a sucker for romance.
~Chloe
you really do know how to tell a story
Great fun. -grin-
how about you are so conditioned to wake up when you hear his footsteps and your mouth opens before your eyes? just like feeding bird he says
Kaya,
Yeah, losing the groove is so much of a downer. Would that all our lives were filled with such downers.
Dave
That was actually pretty hot.
I most certainly would hate it!! Ha!!
Ya know, somehow that has never happened to me….and it damn sure never will!!!!! But you sure looked cute like that…..lol
Yup….I’d hate that too. :)
LOL. I learnt a lesson from reading this post tonight. And that is not to read your posts with a mouthful of drink cos I almost choked as I started to giggle.
I know, I know, I’m odd.
Very odd.
I’m glad you had an awesome weekend. But I’m jealous.
Very jealous.
xox
Once again I say… No fair! Yumm! :P
Heh. Well, you did say a couple of posts back that he liked to sneak up on people and shout “Boo”!
It would be just my luck my Master would decide to do something like that while I’m *cooking*, and then everything would get all burnt! ;)
Excellent post, as per usual!
your Master may have taken your ‘cleaning zone”away- but in such a nice way! even when you are in your cleaning clothes you look hot… and your picture in the post below- wow!… i didnt have the energy to write when i saw it yesterday, but i was/am in awe of you.
hugs.
Hisflower
Well aren’t you just the “whose line is it anyway” poster on this! Funny.. and connected at the same time. i like how you’re able to disassociate and snap off to slide into slave-mode. Incredible.
True beauty in the slavery… What else?