Closed for Yuuki Asuna
Yup, it was definitely that time again. With less than 24 hours to go, the initial symptoms of my estrus cycle were starting to manifest. It always started in my chest; the sudden snugness of my bra meant my breasts were starting to swell. Soon the tingling warmth would begin between my thighs. A couple hours later, I'd be seized with an intense urge to have sex.
On paper, it sounded almost fun. In practice, it was an annoyance. Sexual toys provided little relief, but I knew better than to try the real thing. In the throes of my condition, my inhibition plummets while my libidinous aggression soars. Any girlfriend I spent time with would unlikely still be my girlfriend the following day.
Fortunately, the cycle was fairly easy to predict, so I was able to plan ahead. I took two days off work so I could stay in my house. Alone, I could just rage and grit my teeth until it was over. Not exactly pleasant for me, but it spared the rest of humanity.
Unfortunately, I didn't plan for my little sister. When I got out of the shower that morning, I discovered a voicemail from her. "Hey Bianca! It's your sister! I'm dropping by this afternoon for a visit! Can't wait to see you!"
I groaned. I could hardly refuse my sister room to stay, but that meant she'd be here tonight when I was right in the middle of the estrus cycle. I'd kept that part of my life secret from her, so I didn't want her to find out now. But could I hide my condition from her in such proximity?
Yup, it was definitely that time again. With less than 24 hours to go, the initial symptoms of my estrus cycle were starting to manifest. It always started in my chest; the sudden snugness of my bra meant my breasts were starting to swell. Soon the tingling warmth would begin between my thighs. A couple hours later, I'd be seized with an intense urge to have sex.
On paper, it sounded almost fun. In practice, it was an annoyance. Sexual toys provided little relief, but I knew better than to try the real thing. In the throes of my condition, my inhibition plummets while my libidinous aggression soars. Any girlfriend I spent time with would unlikely still be my girlfriend the following day.
Fortunately, the cycle was fairly easy to predict, so I was able to plan ahead. I took two days off work so I could stay in my house. Alone, I could just rage and grit my teeth until it was over. Not exactly pleasant for me, but it spared the rest of humanity.
Unfortunately, I didn't plan for my little sister. When I got out of the shower that morning, I discovered a voicemail from her. "Hey Bianca! It's your sister! I'm dropping by this afternoon for a visit! Can't wait to see you!"
I groaned. I could hardly refuse my sister room to stay, but that meant she'd be here tonight when I was right in the middle of the estrus cycle. I'd kept that part of my life secret from her, so I didn't want her to find out now. But could I hide my condition from her in such proximity?
