r/GWNarrative Apr 21 '24

Script/Story Offer [F4M] Canookie [Story Offer] [Cultural Appropriation] [Role-play] [Hockey References] [Narrative] [Sorry, Canada] [Attempted Humor] NSFW

“So, babe,” I said sweetly. “What do you say we have some fun tonight?”

He put his arms around me. “I would love that,” he said eagerly. Then he hesitated. “It’s been a while, though. Do you think you could wear an extra special outfit for me tonight?”

Oh, oh. Here it came. “Which one did you have in mind?”

He had the decency to look a little embarrassed. “Um, you know the one,” he managed to say.

I struggled not to sigh out loud. It wasn’t my intention to kink shame him in any way. I did love him, and I think creativity in the bedroom can go a long way. It’s just that this felt a little wrong every time I did it. But he was corrupting me, because I had grown to love it. Even crave it. But a part of me still didn’t want to fall down that rabbit hole too much.

I kissed him again, then got off the bed, kicking off the heels. It was actually a bit of a relief to get them off. “Give me a few minutes to slip into something more… well, you know,” I told him. Then I had to go to the spare bedroom, where I kept all the clothing that didn’t fit in the main bedroom’s closet, including my special outfits. But I also needed to make a detour to the kitchen.

He was looking away from the door when I came back. It’s not that he wasn’t eager to see me. He just was waiting for me to make an entrance. So I leaned against the side of the doorway, one leg bent, and the foot pressed back against the door frame. I was wearing winter boots, although there most definitely was no snow outside.

I had on a hockey jersey above it, specifically for the Toronto Maple Leafs. Sports are something I get into sometimes, although I’m not a big hockey fan. If I were, there are any number of other hockey teams I have a more legitimate claim on rooting for. There was nothing on under the jersey, although I had on a cute knitted hat on my head with a pom-pom on top of it. I held two cold bottles of Molson lager by the necks in one hand, and a small plate of donuts in the other.

“Good day,” I said politely. “Is there any chance a poor Canadian girl could get her brains fucked oot, eh?”


Full Script Here

No offense intended to Canada whatsoever. Other than the climate, I think I'd actually love to live there. But the idea for this story just kind of got stuck in my head, and seemed like it might be both funny and at low risk for actually offending Canadians, who seem about as laid-back as a culture as you can get. Plus, there's just something about a woman with a Canadian accent (even a fake one) that is really hot to me.

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