Special weather statement from Environment Canada as of December 14, 2016, 17:03 EST
Approximately 2 m (7 ft) of snow is expected to fall within the next 11 hours in the following locations: ...
Damn it, special weather statement! You're covering the whole screen! Why'd you have to interrupt our TV show? And what's more, the weather forecasts are never fucking right. Ugh! *turns the TV off*
I was fighting sleep anyway, and she wasn't watching TV.
Suddenly, this bed feels very comfortable... *yawn*
06:00. That's what my alarm clock says. I yawn and stretch, then walk over to the kitchen. I pour myself a glass of orange juice, cook some bacon and eggs for us, and move to the dining table. Looking outside through the patio door, I see... white. My balcony is no longer visible. I walk up to the door and look to the left. My neighbour's balcony is no longer visible.
She wakes up and groggily walks over to the dining table. She, too, witnesses the spectacle or lack thereof through the patio door.
Fuck. I know I didn't believe the weather forecast yesterday, but... Mother Nature actually did it, the absolute madman!
Eight days later. Snow plows have not gotten to our house. Our refrigerator is out of food. We're eating preserves and non-perishable food. I'm surprised our pipes haven't frozen over yet, but maybe snow is a good thermal insulator? Now I really wish I hadn't skipped all those physics classes...
Eating pasta all the time used to be a fantasy of mine. Now it's hell, as I live through it for real. She agrees.
I look at her, perhaps for too long. "Please don't eat me," she nervously says while backing up slowly.
I'm taken aback. "What gave you that idea?", I ask.
"You're looking at me funny and we just talked about food."
With a devilish grin on my face, I respond, "That's not what I want."
(( We don't usually do anything, but 8 days together without ever being able to go out to see our usual partners builds up tension. You could be innocent ("So what do you want?"), reluctant ("Well, we've been here 8 days with just each other..."), affected ("Don't look at me like that! You're making me..."), or really into it.
Or maybe you'd like to flip the concept around and respond "That's not what I want." to me?
Who am I, and what gender? (Sibling? Friend? House mate?)
Who are you? (Sister? Friend? House mate?)
Options: Incest (siblings), dub-con (running around the house / saying no, but relenting), clothed sex, anal (M->F), pegging (F->M), use of toys (F->F), anything that is rough and befitting of 8 days of sexual tension
Limits: Animals, toilet, pain, gore. Causing the death of anyone in the house by opening a door and burying them in snow will be met with extreme prejudice. ))
Submitted December 15, 2016 at 03:32AM by Nebuleon http://ift.tt/2hPBb7h dirtypenpals
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