It's another Saturday in Francine's life, one of the rare Saturdays she can relax without being burdened by adult responsibilities. She walks to the calendar next to the kitchen sink and opens a drawer to grab a pen.
She drew an X over the Saturday square. With a sense of fulfillment, she let out a deep sigh.
"An entire month without porn or any of that crap, I could do this forever!" Francine placed the pen back into the drawer.
Francine had gone an entire month without porn or masturbation; all the pornos she owned were locked away in a safe in her closet. She also installed a blocker on her computer to reinforce this alternative lifestyle.
Just as Francine walked out of the kitchen, her phone started ringing. She glanced at the screen and then grabbed the phone.
"Ay, what's up, Marcus?" She plopped onto the couch and turned the TV to a cooking show.
"Would it be okay if I came over today? I could bring some games over."
"Hell ya! What time?"
"How about 12?"
"Ya sure, ok, I'll see you then."
After saying their goodbyes to each other, Francine felt a more significant wave of happiness spread over her body. She shut the TV off and stood from the couch.
A small, chubby tabby cat sat next to its food bowl, with the letters "MIMI" written in gold lettering.
Mew!
"Oh, Mimi, I'm sorry I almost forgot to give you food." Francine opened the container holding Mimi's food, scooped up a small portion, and poured it into the bowl.
While Mimi was eating, Francine rubbed her back, focusing on the base of her tail. Mimi raised her behind in the air.
"Oh, Mimi, you love it when I pet you, don't you?" Francine pats her back more aggressively.
Mreow! Mimi swatted at Francine's hand, missing her hand.
That was close! You should get ready.
Francine pushed herself up from the tile floor and headed to the bathroom. An hour passed. She left the bathroom wearing a loose-fitting black T-shirt, sweatpants, and a cross necklace.
A knock came from the front door. As Francine opened it, Marcus entered the house, taking off his shoes at the front entrance.
"Did you change your hair?" Francine gently grabbed a lock of hair and rolled it between her fingers.
"Ya, why do you like it?"
"Looks good to me; it might make it easier to play on the ice now."
"True." Marcus grabbed a seat on the couch and opened the bag he had brought. It contained a couple of video games.
"So, do you want to play a more competitive game, or should we stick to casual?"
"How about casual today? I'm not in the mood to play a competitive game today, y'know?"
Francine opened the fridge and grabbed two energy drinks. She chucked one at Marcus, and he caught it swiftly.
"How about…" Marcus snickered, trying to hold in his laughter. "This one."
Francine looked at the game cover, and her eyes widened a bit. It featured a blonde woman in a bikini holding a beach ball. The other women in the background were wearing similar bikinis.
"Oh! Sure, that's okay." Francine rubbed her cheek as she walked over to the couch. Embarrassment washed over her face.
"We can play a different game. It seems like you're taking that anti-porn thing pretty seriously."
"Nah, don't let my new lifestyle change what you want to do."
She placed a hand on Marcus's shoulder and squeezed it. Francine couldn't help but admire Marcus's hair again, but she removed her hand before her fantasies overtook her mind.
"Aight." Marcus shoved the disc into the console and sat back on the couch. He picked up both controllers, handing one to Francine while the console booted up.
Ok, Francine, you've gone a month… you can go for another one, right?
Once the console booted up, Marcus scrolled to the game. The same blonde woman on the CD holder appeared on the screen.
Damn… she's hot.
"We'll do co-op; I don't think you want to play online right now," Marcus said.
"Which one should I be, Cherry or Din?"
Both characters on screen had small chests and petite bodies; the only difference was their makeup and hair.
"Do Cherry, she's easier to play. I'll be Din."
Francine felt something overcome her, filling her with a slight dread. Some inappropriate thoughts about the characters filled her head. At first, these thoughts began with foreplay, but as Francine and Marcus ventured further into the game, Francine's thoughts became more wicked.
I would fuck her ass… ya, shove cake into there. Maybe even a dog, too—
"Marcus, I'm getting a headache. Would it be ok if I laid down for like fifteen minutes?"
Francine felt her heart beating out of her chest but kept a calm composure. She was used to these feelings.
Marcus nodded his head and paused the game. He grabbed his phone out of his pocket to check the time.
Francine pushed herself off the couch and climbed up the stairs. She felt the heat growing between her legs.
Yep! I'm definitely going to cum quick. Fifteen minutes, more like three. Oh fuck, what should I watch…
She opened the bedroom door and headed towards the closet. She opened the door and pulled the safe from hiding in the right corner.
"1…8…4…2" The safe opened.
Inside were the porno movies, but another item was in there as well, a soft, white polar bear plush with a blue ribbon wrapped around its neck. Francine picked the bear up; she looked into its black eyes.
"I said I wouldn't do this anymore, but he brought those games over. Besides, a quickie isn't so bad, right Daisy?"
Daisy stared back at Francine.
She shook her head and walked over to the computer, placing the plush toy in front of her. Booting up her desktop and logging in, she quickly opened a browser window and typed in her favorite website.
She couldn't access the porn website; Francine grabbed a key hidden in a basket on the shelf next to her computer. She unlocked the top drawer underneath the table and picked up the sticky note. Then, she started typing the password into the blocker.
"Alright, Daisy. Ready to get off with me? We should do some Slavic women first. They're sexy."
Once Francine picked the right video, a blonde with an assortment of sex toys laid out in front of her; Francine dropped her pants and panties and spread Daisy's legs apart. She pulled and spread her outer lips, exposing her clitoris. Pressing it between the plush bear's behind, Francine let out a small whimper.
She'd always loved the material of the bear. It felt just right against her pussy.
As the video was playing, Francine humped the toy. Stopping at a couple of points to trace her clit against Daisy's ass.
"Fuck, she really good…" A jolt of electricity shot up through her back. "Why can't that be me?"
Francine couldn't help letting out a few high-pitched moans. Her pace grew quicker as the woman on the screen neared close to climax.
"Hmm! Oh fuck, spread those legs out for me!" Francine watched as the woman on screen orgasmed, feeling like she was nearing her own climax as well.
But nothing came; Francine tried rubbing her clit more, but still nothing; she exhaled sharply.
"Really? Why now?" She opened the same drawer that had the sticky note in it. Searching around, Francine grabbed a small dildo. She inspected it.
"Ok, it looks clean to me."
Rubbing the head of the dildo against her inner lips, it slipped into her entrance slowly. Francine's eyes closed shut; her clit was getting sensitive. With the combination of the dildo, it's pushing her close to the edge.
Shit! Why can't that be me? I'll do better than those toys! I would love her to pee… pee—
Francine's muscles contracted around the dildo, finally reaching her orgasm. She stood still for a minute, allowing the orgasm to run through her body.
"That was… good." She placed the dildo back in the drawer.
Francine threw Daisy into the laundry basket. As she stared at the bear, a sense of guilt grew within her.
You promised you would quit. What's wrong with you?
She left her bedroom and descended the stairs, returning to the couch. Marcus was watching a documentary.
"We not playing anymore?" Francine sat back down on the couch.
"You want to?"
"No, the show is fine." She laid her legs across Marcus's thighs.
As they watched the documentary, Francine couldn't shake the negative thoughts attacking her.
I promised myself I wouldn't do this anymore. What's wrong with me?! What if Marcus saw me? Wait, how would he see me if he was down here? Are you that retarded?!
Once the documentary ended, Marcus looked over at Francine.
"Huh," he quickly itched his chin. "I didn't know birds could do that."
"Yep!"
"…You're acting kind of weird, you alright?"
He figured it out! He's gonna think I'm a predator and report me to the police!
"Yep, I'm fine!"
"Ok? Then what were you doing upstairs?" Marcus leaned back, looking for another documentary to watch.
Francine twiddled with her thumbs, questioning if she should tell the truth.
"I-I used the polar bear again."
"Oh," Marcus said, placing the remote on the coffee table. "So that's the third time you broke your streak?"
"I know! I don't know what's wrong with me!"
Francine grabbed the top of her head and scrunched her hair, the guilt weighing on her even more.
"I mean, it ain't that big of a deal. Who cares that you watch porn from time to time?"
Her hands dropped to her sides as she looked at Marcus.
"It's not 'from time to time'; it's all the time!" Francine jumped up from the couch and paced back and forth.
"Every day I think about it! It starts out as something normal, then I want to watch fucked up porn! Normal people don't do that!" She stood there. Her face and ears were bright red.
"Have you ever gone to therapy about it?"
"Are you crazy?! If I tell the doctors what I'm thinking, I'll be on a list, then I'll get kicked off the team, and then–then." Tears were streaming down her eyes. "I'll lose everything, even you…"
Marcus stared at Francine; he picked up the TV remote again.
"It's not you, it's just your brain doing stupid crap. You don't want to do those things based on your reaction."
"I… guess?" Francine turned around to face the TV.
"Ok, long as you're not doing anything illegal, you'll be fine!"
"Yeah…" Francine walked into the kitchen, staring at the calendar. She flipped the page and looked at the first of November.
Tomorrow will be day one again. I can get it this time.
"Ay, quit worrying over there. 'Shark Hunting' is on!"
Francine perked up from the calendar and ran over to the couch. Marcus grabbed her by the hips and pulled her down into his lap.
"I'll never leave you." Marcus rubbed his forehead against Francine's.
"You promise?"
"Promise."
Francine couldn't help but smile, looking over at the TV. Throughout the night, the duo laughed at the TV.
Francine had high hopes she could stay on track this time. Tomorrow is always a new day.