FabSwingers.com forum: A saucy tin of spaghetti.

By (user no longer on site) OP
50 weeks ago

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.

part 2 coming once I've finished my spaghetti

By (user no longer on site) OP
50 weeks ago

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.

part 3 coming after my bath