[F4F] Familiarity Breeds COVID-tempt [RAPE], [quarantine]

(insidious tone)  Hi, Nicole.  Good morning, sleepyhead.  (pause)  What am I doing in your bed right now?  What am I doing, completely naked, right next to you, in your bed, Nicole?  Well, it’s kind of a long story.  But you’ve got time.  I mean…no work...the gym is closed...the park is closed….the shops on the corner are closed…  You’ve got nowhere to go.  (grin)  It’s almost like we’re cellmates in prison together, isn’t it?  Only with... (insidious) no guards around.

Anyway, why am I naked?  You know how claustrophobic you are, Nicole?  Like how you never go into elevators, and you freak out when you’re in bumper-to-bumper traffic, and I had to make you that mixtape of Enya so you felt calmer?  You remember that one night we were watching Succession, and you tried to explain what it was like to be so scared of tight spaces?  I tried and tried to understand, but I just couldn’t, until now.

Y’know (little chuckle), at one point I thought this thing was gonna last about 2 weeks.  It wasn’t great, but I figured, “Well, I can watch some Netflix...I get to sleep in in the mornings....the apartment needs to be cleaned anyway, right?  I can survive 2 weeks.”

(more fatalistic, with a naughty grin) And then it was three weeks.  And then four.  And then six.  It’s just….endless, isn’t it, Nicole?  Do we think it’s just gonna be a few more weeks?  (ghost-story) There’s no Olympics this year.  No political conventions.  One state just banned rock concerts until FEBRUARY.  It’s like we’re in a bad movie and there’s No Way Out of Here.  (insidious) Can’t you just feel it?

So after the second week and into the third, I started getting restless.  I mean...how many cooking videos can you watch?  How many games of Psych can you play with your online friends?  Even when I saw a hot guy or a hot girl at the grocery store, I couldn’t go up and talk to them.  (lewd)  I just had to go home and dig my little fingers into my pussy thinking about them.

(caustic)  Oh, don’t look so offended, Nicole...I know that your lil CUNT is a tight space, but I bet it’s less claustrophobic than the rest of you.  (cheerier)  Anyway, I’m getting ahead of myself.  Why am I naked?

(amused)  What’s that?....  You want me to stop?  You don’t like my story?  (friendly advice, but ominous) Trust me, Nicole, you don’t want to get out of this bed before you hear the good parts.  (chuckle while saying the line)  Why am I talking like this?  You’ve never heard me sound like this before?  Well, it IS an unprecedented time, isn’t it, sweety?  Quarantined ______ [your name] is not like Regular ______ [your name].  (insidious, lewd)  Especially when there’s no release valve, and the pressure keeps building up and building up.

So I started watching a lot more porn.  There’s a lot more time in the day when you don’t have to go anywhere.  And on Day 15, my porn took a turn for the...darker (grin), and on Day 23….darker… (bigger grin).  And on Day 28?  (naughty excitement)  Ooh, fuckkk, MUCH darker.

(insidious)  Until today.  Day 36.  Thirty.  Six.  You know, it almost sounds like Dirty Sex, doesn’t it?  Today is the day that your roommate can’t fucking take it any longer.  I’m now as crazy as you are, sweety.  Which is why... I’m actually not naked at all.  Wuuhhh??!  (sing-songy) Plot twist!!  (excited) I’m wearing a giant fucking strapon!  And since everyone else is...socially... distant, YOU, my dear, are the winner of today’s…

(perturbed)  Hey, wait!  Where do you think you’re going?  (amused)  I know you’re not gonna lock yourself in that TINY little closet, Nicole.  And I made sure to barricade the door, so you’re not leaving through there either.  Don’t believe me?  You can try it.  (evil grin)  Maybe you can scratch and claw your way out.  (ghost-story)  Like that guy that got buried alive... in a COFFIN… and he had to claw for hours and hours until his air ran out…  (a few slow, exaggerated breaths to mimic this).

(lewd)  You know, Nicole, that’s a nice ASS you’re showing me as you’re trying to open the door.  You’re really doing a great job of convincing me not to plunge this fat cock into that tiny little asshole.  Just keep wiggling and struggling for me, sweety.

(back to normal:  insidious)  Anyway, back to my story.  I knew that Day Dirty Sex, I mean 36, was probably gonna be a hard one.  So I ordered this strapon, with 2-day rush delivery.  It cost me a LOT.  And they had 5 sizes, and I thought...Hmmmmm.  Day 4 probably calls for the smallest size.  Day 9 for the second smallest (evil giggle).  Day 17 for the middle one…  Day 24?  Well,... YOU know.  (intense, insidious)  But this is Day 36.  So guess which one I picked.  (stalkerish)  That’s right.  I wanna make you get fucked harder than the fuckin’ restaurant industry.  I want this dick to be as  BIG as the stock of Zoom.  Sweety, after I gave the delivery boy a (lewd, exaggerated) big tip….

(Total change in voice to breaking the fourth wall for a public service announcement, not sexy at all, maybe a bit scolding)  ...Which by the way, everyone listening to this--Tip Your Service Workers.  Do it.  It’s the right thing to do.  They are risking their health and working hard for us.  Anyway, yeah.  (lewd, exaggerated for comedy)  Big tip.  (continuing to break the 4th wall)  You all got the joke, I’m sure.  (back to scolding)  Also, people, leave the box the package came in outside your door for the night.  It lets the germs die, and then you can pick it up in the morning.  Remember:  SAFETY.  FIRST.

(pause, deep breath)  Now then….let’s get back to raping you, Nicole.  (struggling for a second)  C’mere.  Ungg (pulling her down).  Down you go.  That’s my hand around your neck, and I’m fuckin’ stronger than you, so don’t try to leave again, do you hear me?  Do you know what’s gonna fuckin’ happen if you do?  (gasp)  I don’t think you know how truly fucked you are, Nicole.  So let’s play a little game.

(insidious, with grin) Let’s count the layers of your claustrophobic nightmare, shall we?  Even if you were to get through that door, which you won’t, where are you gonna go?  I mean, there are still the stay-at-home orders, sweety.  It’s ….illegal for you to leave.  Do you think the police would help you?  Honey, it’s been 36 days.  (lewd)  Those cops have itchy, BIG nightsticks, and there are almost no criminals to take their roid rage out on.  They’re practically chomping at the bit to beat the fuck out of anyone that breaks curfew.  And then...after you’re all fucked up...hell, even if I decide to fuck you up myself...do you think that a hospital is gonna have a bed for you?  Do you think emergency services aren’t stretched sooooo thin they’re about to pop?  (grin) I went to the grocery store on Friday…  They MAKE you wear a mask to even get in.  Can you imagine the air inside that mask, Nicole?  All tight and enclosed, where you have to breathe it in and out again and again, and you can’t take it off?  Who’s gonna help you if you have a panic attack?  I mean, no one can get close to you.  Except me.  (giggle)

You know what I’d like to do, Nicole?  (ghost-story)  I wanna build a solid brick wall right in the middle of this room, so that it cuts off most of the space.  And then a closer one that surrounds just this bed.  And then a closer one that just gives a tiny little corner, right on the edge.  So small that there’s barely any room for either of us to move.  And THEN when my fat strapon slams into your little asshole, maybe there won’t be any room to get it out again.  You’ll try to squirm forward, but there’ll be nowhere to go.  There’s jussst enough room for our two bodies to barely fit.  What happens when there’s a BIG juicy cock to accommodate?

It’s kind of ironic--the girl afraid of tight, overcrowded spaces having her own tightest space completely crowded.  The girl terrified of being around too many people at once, and her biggest nightmare will come from just being around one person.  Just you and me, babe.  Day after day after day until this quarantine ends.  And not unlike this perfect ass of yours, sweety, I hope that curve never fucking flattens.

(amused, insidious)  What’s wrong, Nicole?  You look a little feverish.  You look as though you have some shortness of breath.  It looks like you’re getting fatigued trying to clench your cheeks shut.  (sing-songy)  Uh-oh.  Fever, fatigue, breathing problems?  I recognize those symptoms.  (evil grin)  Hope you’re prepared for a 2-week isolation and some rigorous testing.  (amused)  The moral of the story is that sometimes you don’t get fucked up by COVID-19.  You get fucked up by Day 36.  (chuckle)