Oh so horny... eep... sunnydale_spell
I felt kinda... wired. I'd slept in way late and Tara had left, she must have been bored. I don't blame her. Sleeping Willow isn't really Exciting Willow. I had gotten dressed and skipped the coffee, I was already alert enough as it is. When you start 'mm'ing at the softness of your own blouse? Coffee can be very, very skipped. It was a short time after burhsing my hair did I make the mistake of looking out the window. I knew I was blushing, but... jeeze, Rabbits, all of them! Big, leggy, human... sweaty... grinding... Ohhhhkay.
I shut the curtains hurriedly, biting my bottom lip. No, bad urges, just wait for Tara to come home, it'll all be good then, sexual tension totally out the window. Wee, byebye sexual tension. I needed to do something, take my mind off it. Licking my lips which were way to dry, I found myself cleaning, and cleaning, and cleaning. The shelves were dustless, the toilet spotless, bed made, books sorted, dishes done, laundry loaded. All without magic. Is this why housewives cleaned all the time? Because they weren't getting any? The difference being that whilst they didn't get any for days, mine was just hours, how bizarre. But I could overcome it, I could. Nothing Willow can't do, right? I just, ya know, needed to take a walk.
So, I set outside, locking the door and trying desperately to ignore the-the-the, um, activities of... everyone. If I hadn't been so dry throated, I probably would have told the couple on the pavement how unhygenic it was to do that on the surface of choice. Instead, I stepped over them and went on my way, straightening my skirt and walking... wow, I had no idea where I was going.
I shut the curtains hurriedly, biting my bottom lip. No, bad urges, just wait for Tara to come home, it'll all be good then, sexual tension totally out the window. Wee, byebye sexual tension. I needed to do something, take my mind off it. Licking my lips which were way to dry, I found myself cleaning, and cleaning, and cleaning. The shelves were dustless, the toilet spotless, bed made, books sorted, dishes done, laundry loaded. All without magic. Is this why housewives cleaned all the time? Because they weren't getting any? The difference being that whilst they didn't get any for days, mine was just hours, how bizarre. But I could overcome it, I could. Nothing Willow can't do, right? I just, ya know, needed to take a walk.
So, I set outside, locking the door and trying desperately to ignore the-the-the, um, activities of... everyone. If I hadn't been so dry throated, I probably would have told the couple on the pavement how unhygenic it was to do that on the surface of choice. Instead, I stepped over them and went on my way, straightening my skirt and walking... wow, I had no idea where I was going.