Dragging; Kitchen; Bedroom; Sofa; Albert Einstein; Closet; Eggbeater; Olive Oil; Rain; Eight
I'm no Albert Einstein but I figured recreating my wife's favorite scene from 9½ Weeks couldn't be that hard. I went to the kitchen and checked the refrigerator - we had strawberries, a can of Dairy Whip, some leftovers, and... eight eggs? I'm sure they only used two in the movie - maybe I should make her an omelet?
Fuck it, the strawberries and cream would do.
As I went back up to the bedroom I could hear the sound of the rain falling on the porch outside. The sofa would be soaked now, and I knew I was in trouble. My wife had told me several times to drop it at her brother's house but I'd been dragging my heels. If he wanted the sofa why couldn't he come and get it?
Walking into our boudoir I saw my wife butt-naked on all fours with her head stuck in the closet. She was searching for shoes.
Looking at her exposed ass I had a sudden desire to ditch the Mickey Rourke fantasy in favor of Marlon Brando in Last Tango in Paris. I contemplated dashing back to the kitchen for the olive oil but then I remembered Brando had used butter when he fucked his lover anally. Ick.
"What's that stuff for?" asked my wife, snapping me back to reality.
"I thought we'd try that scene in 9½ Weeks" I replied, holding up the tray full of stuff I'd brought from the kitchen.
"Then WTF is the eggbeater for?"
Bonus: You might have missed yesterday's post Fucking Friday (I had sex - squeee!) and on Sunday I had to reschedule the published Sinful Sunday post in favor of one of my rare non-sexual blog posts Apparently now is not the time to talk about gun control... that I put together in response to the mass shootings at Sutherland Springs.
Double Bonus: I have a much different version of today's story, which I'll publish tomorrow. I warn you that it is dark - very dark - and not erotic at all. It was inspired both by the killings at Sutherland Springs and the dinner I had with a former FBI Profiler on Saturday night who told me some horrific stories... the kind that don't make it to television. #TriggerWarning
Triple Bonus: to lighten the mood now (if the Double Bonus just bummed you out) here's the kitchen scene from 9½ Weeks...