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Morning
The first thing we do in the morning is fuck. I’m on my side, and he’s spooning me. I feel him just starting to wake up. I’m halfway between sleep and consciousness. He presses himself against my ass. Well, hello there.
His hands become more insistent. He tugs my pajama bottoms down and rubs against me. Soon my pants and underwear are in a crumpled heap on the floor. He pulls down his own shorts. We don’t even bother to take off our shirts. We tangle under the covers, my legs curled between his.
I part my thighs for him, and he slowly enters me. He moves in slow motion, a little bit at a time until he’s completely inside me. We find our beat, and soon I’m grinding against him. From this angle, I feel more of him. Sometimes it’s too much, and sometimes it’s just enough. I love our morning quickies.
Don’t get me wrong. I love a slow fuck. (I’m too much of a cynic to call it “lovemaking.”) I love the tenderness of a long, leisurely, afternoon fuck: the soft pecks to the nape of my neck, the caresses over my sensitive nipples, the gentle touches that keep me wet and ready. I love the wildness of a late night, drunk fuck: the hot, wet kisses that never end, the dirty talk about imagined thirds and surreal orgies, the twist and turn of sweaty limbs as we try to create a new position that no one has ever tried.
In the morning, we don’t need slow, gentle touches. We don’t need foreplay. We don’t need whispers and polite commands: touch me here, will you suck me there? In the morning, it’s just raw fucking: spread your legs, get on top, arch your back, I want you from behind.
I love the roughness of a morning fuck: the way his hands grip my hips so tight that I feel his fingerprints, the ease with which he flips me into his favorite positions, the way he pulls my ass higher so he can penetrate me deeper, the sounds of hips slapping together in a steady staccato. Afterwards we collapse in a sweaty heap, still entwined between the sheets. A nice, hard fuck can be the perfect way to start the day.
~*~*~*~*
Morning
The first thing we do in the morning is fuck. I’m on my side, and he’s spooning me. I feel him just starting to wake up. I’m halfway between sleep and consciousness. He presses himself against my ass. Well, hello there.
His hands become more insistent. He tugs my pajama bottoms down and rubs against me. Soon my pants and underwear are in a crumpled heap on the floor. He pulls down his own shorts. We don’t even bother to take off our shirts. We tangle under the covers, my legs curled between his.
I part my thighs for him, and he slowly enters me. He moves in slow motion, a little bit at a time until he’s completely inside me. We find our beat, and soon I’m grinding against him. From this angle, I feel more of him. Sometimes it’s too much, and sometimes it’s just enough. I love our morning quickies.
Don’t get me wrong. I love a slow fuck. (I’m too much of a cynic to call it “lovemaking.”) I love the tenderness of a long, leisurely, afternoon fuck: the soft pecks to the nape of my neck, the caresses over my sensitive nipples, the gentle touches that keep me wet and ready. I love the wildness of a late night, drunk fuck: the hot, wet kisses that never end, the dirty talk about imagined thirds and surreal orgies, the twist and turn of sweaty limbs as we try to create a new position that no one has ever tried.
In the morning, we don’t need slow, gentle touches. We don’t need foreplay. We don’t need whispers and polite commands: touch me here, will you suck me there? In the morning, it’s just raw fucking: spread your legs, get on top, arch your back, I want you from behind.
I love the roughness of a morning fuck: the way his hands grip my hips so tight that I feel his fingerprints, the ease with which he flips me into his favorite positions, the way he pulls my ass higher so he can penetrate me deeper, the sounds of hips slapping together in a steady staccato. Afterwards we collapse in a sweaty heap, still entwined between the sheets. A nice, hard fuck can be the perfect way to start the day.
~*~*~*~*
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