Today, I woke up to the strangest feeling I’ve had since getting locked up for Locktober. That feeling was “mundanity.” Don’t get me wrong, I was still locked up, and it’s a micro steel cage. I’m not going anywhere. This morning however, unlike the last 272 hours the thought of being locked up didn’t take up 65% of my headspace. For reference, about 5% is dedicated to the realization that the Hero’s Call to Adventure in the movie Shrek is NYMBYism. I woke up drowsily around 8ish.
For the past 10 days I’ve shot out of bed around 3:30am to 4:00am, desperately looking for a load of laundry to run, a dishwasher to empty or anything to make waking up a more pleasant experience for the perfect woman. I usually set a timer for 5-7 minutes before my usually wife wakes so I can make her Latte, and prep her two favorite “get up and go” breakfasts (I eat whichever one she isn’t in the mood for).
But today, just felt like a normal Saturday. We had the kids’ activities to get ready for, I made a quick breakfast for us all, And, yes, I made my wife’s latte but I actually forgot to stir the sugar in. My wife didn’t make anything of it. She just asked for a spoon. We got ready and left the house.
we got back a little while later had some lunch. We put the kids down for nap. As I’m wiping down the counter of sandwich bread crumbs, in a relaxed “oh btw” tone my wife tells me, “hey, I need you to go up into the attic to get the Halloween decorations down.” I didn’t even look up at her and as I moved the crumbs to the trash bin, I said, “ehhh it’s pretty hot out, I think I’ll get them down this evening, and we can put them up tomorrow…” at that moment I realized it was possible to hear someone glare at you. I turned around and saw her face… I mean it was probably her face. When I try to picture it in hindsight, all I see is Galadriel contemplating seizing the power of the one ring. And Then She Said… “I’M SORRY… DO YOU THINK I GIVE FUCK HOW HOT IT IS?” At that moment I felt THE PRECIOUS, wrap tight around my cock and bagginses. My eyes rolled back and steady stream of either precum or liquid mythril began flowing through my cage. All I had the strength to do at that point was timidly mutter, “is it ok if I change first?” “NO!!!” She yelled before I could finish the sentence. “YOUR ASS… IN THE ATTIC…”
So here I am in the attic as I type this sweating for three reasons, 1. Sweat, from fires of Mordor that is my attic, 2. Sweat from the Arousal I have from her yelling at me. 3. Sweat from Fear of what she’ll do if she finds out I’m typing this up instead of doing what she told me to do.
Well, that mundanity was a pleasant detour. Back to the overwhelming obsession with my precious and the mistress of it… I’m so in love with her.
Gotta Go!