I am nine months pregnant, and I'm about to pop at any minute.
My doctor said I have at least a week before I give birth, but I'm as big as a fucking
hot air balloon.
I feel fat, slow, and ridiculously round.
My husband says that I'm overreacting, but I beg to differ.
He isn't the one carrying another human being inside his tummy.
Had he not been good to me and supportive throughout this entire thing, I probably would
have murdered him by now.
He gets on my nerves.
And yes, he knows it, and the bastard blames it on my hormones.
Anyway, I have just exited the shower and a quick glance at myself in the mirror sends
me into a frenzy.
I was checking for new stretch marks when I saw the horror down there.
My pussy has grown into a forest.
I mean, I know I haven't shaved it since I was four months pregnant, but damn.
What is all of this?
My stomach doesn't afford me the luxury of seeing my kitty.
And yes, when I'm in the shower, I've felt it, but seeing and feeling are two different
things.
My husband, apparently, doesn't mind because we have fucked and made love over the past
few months without any complaints.
Not last month, though.
When I'd finally hit eight months and my stomach size doubled, I couldn't bear having sex.
It became uncomfortable and it felt... weird.
When we'd gone to the doctor for a checkup, my high libido husband asked the doctor if
it was still okay to have sex.
The doctor said yes, of course, but I'm just not up to it.
It just doesn't feel sexy or right to me.
I just don't feel like myself.
Honestly, I feel like a stranger in my own body.
It's like it's not me.
I'm fat, overweight, and not the person I was eight months ago.
I'm afraid that my husband may not like the new me.
I'm not mad about being pregnant.
I just don't like the person I've become.
My husband says that I'm beautiful just as before, but I know he's only saying it out
of respect.
I turn in the mirror.
I'm seeing the hair, but I...
I can't completely see it.
I know it's there in an abundance, but I just can't see the damn thing.
I can't go to the doctor like this.
Well, I mean I can, but it's just so...
Canon?
I call?
Canon!
When he doesn't answer, I call again.
My husband comes rushing into the room, out of breath, with his hands covered with flour.
And that's the other thing.
My husband is a baker.
He's a great pastry chef and baker.
It's also another reason why I am as huge as I am right now.
He spoils me.
Spoils me rotten.
And the thing is, he always bakes me my favorite things.
Things I absolutely cannot resist.
Like croissants and shoe puffs.
I'm pretty sure he's making something of the sort right now.
Yes?
What?
What happened?
Are you okay?
He gives me a once over.
Did your water bag burst?
I shake my head.
No.
His body relaxes and he exhales.
Oh good.
Well, as long as you're not hurt.
I need your help.
I say.
Canon moves to the sink and washes his hands.
What's wrong?
I sigh.
Honey.
He presses.
I need my kitty to be cut.
He grabs the hand towel and eyes me.
I'm serious.
I don't want to go into labor with a goddamn forest down there.
And besides, I've read that if it's too much then the doctor will shave some.
I know my husband.
And he's fucking possessive.
And even though it's a doctor going down there, he would rather do it himself.
Heck, if he gets the chance he might deliver our son himself.
Shave some?
He repeats.
I nod.
A quick glance at the mirror reminds me that I'm naked.
Gosh.
I just wish I had better control of my appetite and body.
Now my arms and thighs are fat.
Not on my watch.
Canon says.
He's a doctor.
I'm sure he has seen and done plenty of vaginas.
You're overreacting.
If it's something I can do, then I'll do it.
Canon takes my hand and tugs me into the adjoining bedroom.
I'll do it.
Canon leaves me and then returns with two extra pillows.
When I give him the brow lift he says.
It's to prop you up.
Remember you're not supposed to be on your back, right?
I nod.
Then it's for your back.
You'll sit at the edge of the bed and prop your legs up.
You sound like my gynecologist.
I say jokingly.
I might as well be.
Canon stacks three pillows behind my back and helps me get my legs up.
Sometimes I wonder if this is really the man I married.
He is loving.
He is so good to me that sometimes I don't think I deserve him.
He'll make a wonderful father and there's no doubt about that.
Are you comfortable?
I nod.
Yes, thanks.
Good.
Now, how do you want it?
He puts two fingers up making a scissor gesture.
Shaven, please.
The shaver is in the second drawer in the bathroom.
Gotcha.
He fetches it and returns.
So do you want a specific design or bald as an uncle?
I smile.
Really?
Uncle?
What?
Aren't all your uncles bald?
I squint at him.
Bald?
Can't anything growing back anytime soon?
Canon pushes the ottoman in front of me.
This man is patient, wonderful and kind.
But all I can think about is what the hell he's going to do to me down there.
And the icing on the cake is that I can't see a damn thing.
I know Canon, and if I say I want it bald, he's going to do the exact opposite.
He might literally shave it into a heart, a mohawk, or some weird shape and I'll never
know what it looks like down there.
He flips the clippers on and off.
Are you ready?
I nod again.
Just do it and get it over with.
He smiles and sits on the ottoman.
I hear the shaver go on and ten seconds later I'm not feeling a damn thing.
Canon?
Hmm?
I'm not feeling anything.
Don't worry.
I roll my eyes and sigh.
I just know he's up to...
Oh shit.
Canon Zen Kenworthy.
I caution.
What...what are you doing?
Oh god.
I knew this was too good to be true.
He was quiet.
Too quiet.
I take in a deep breath when a jolt of pleasure strikes me again.
Canon!
He raises his head, turns off the clipper and smirks.
Want me to stop?
I narrow my eyes at him.
You know what I want.
You haven't answered my question, sweetheart.
He says in a low tone.
Oh damn.
Now he's running his fingers up and down my cunt.
Canon.
Yes, sweetheart.
Why...why would he do this to me?
Especially at this time.
I'm close to giving birth and...and...he lowers his head.
And my god.
Not seeing him and what he's doing to me down there is heightening this by ten.
His tongue.
His tongue is playing at my entrance and I can't.
Canon.
He rises again, and now his lips are wet.
Do you want me to stop?
You know what I want you to do.
Good god.
I can't even control my breaths.
Him having me like this.
Stuck up so I can't move much is just much of a trap.
I would say he planned this, but my idea of wanting to shave was a spur of the moment.
I lull my head back on the pillow when he runs his hand from the base of my pussy, playing
with my hairs and up my stomach.
I know what you want me to do, but do you want me to stop what I'm doing?
I should nod.
Tell him yes.
But my god damn vagina has a mind of its own.
I want him to eat me.
I want him to suck this pussy off until I come in his fucking mouth, but I shake my head.
No.
Don't stop.
A grin plays on his face and then, just like that, his head disappears from my view.
This man.
I can feel his mouth, his sexy mouth on my quim, sucking, pulling, and that noise.
That wet fucking sexy noise of him eating me out like a motherfucking raccoon is pure.
I tense my pussy, feeling a wave of sinful juices pouring from my, my knees snap close,
squeezing him between my legs.
Oh god, canon.
I'm shivering like I have the fucking flu.
He pries me open and begins thrashing his face onto my pussy.
I am wet.
So fucking wet with my cum and his spit that I can hear it.
Canon is so good.
So god damn good that I grapple for his head until I'm touching the back of it and pressing
him into my pussy.
His tongue is inside me.
I can feel it.
I can.
My body trembles.
Canon stands and tugs his joggers down.
His sweet, solid erection springs free and at this point I'm thirsting for it.
He kicks the ottoman away, grabs my knees, splitting me open and sinks into me.
Ah, ah.
Shit.
This feels...
His breaths are ragged, unstable.
He is gentle but I can see him holding back.
I can see him in a mental battle with himself thinking he'll hurt me.
But I nod.
I nod, giving him the okay.
He can sink his full fucking girth into me like a fucking beast and I will take all.
Every god damn inch.
Oh god, it's been a while.
Too long.
Too fucking long since I've had this.
Canon plunges deeper, rocking into me.
Mmm.
I hug him.
Hug him tight.
I don't think I've ever felt him like this before.
Maybe it's the pillows, a new position, something.
But it feels good.
So fucking good.
Canon looks down at me and I bite my lips.
This man is so fucking sexy.
Kiss me, I say.
And he does.
His mouth crashes onto mine and he devours me with his tongue.
How wicked could this man be?
With his mouth, his tongue, his fucking dick, his movement falters.
Ah, I'm...
I'm gonna...
I press my fingers on his lips.
Shhh.
Do it.
And I want all.
Fucking all.
He grunts out loud, slapping into me with fierce speed and monstrosity.
I hug him, squeeze him.
Then his hip slams into me with one last shove, his length filling me completely and wholly
with his cum.
Shit.
Canon kisses my cheek and eases off of me.
The vacancy of his dick reminds me of how long we haven't had sex.
How much I miss this.
Miss him.
I...
I got carried away, I'm sorry.
Did... did I hurt...?
I shake my head.
It's fine.
I was only supposed to suck you off.
Make you feel good.
Fuck.
I wasn't planning on...
I said it's fine, Canon.
Damn it.
I enjoyed it.
And it has been a while.
It's long overdue anyway.
Are you sure?
I nod.
He seems really torn up about going against my wishes, but really and truly I needed that.
I needed him.
Silence engulfs the room and I know he isn't pleased with himself.
I'm glad that he did what he did.
I'm glad we did it.
I tilt my head and snap my fingers.
So are you still gonna cut the kitty or does Dr. Grimshaw have to service my...
His eyes grow dark.
I laugh.
That's what I thought.
Let me get you cleaned up in myself and I'll...
He eyes me and exhales.
Are you sure you're okay?
I said I'm good, Canon.
Okay.
He retrieves his pants from the floor and walks to the bathroom.
He has no idea.
But the moment this man begins shaving my pussy, I'm gonna come all over his fucking hands
and he'll be sorry he even started this war.
Because I wanna be fucked again.
And this time, it's my turn to ride the cowboy.
Hi Closet Raiders, this is the end of The Kitty Cutter.
Stay tuned for the next episode.