The following morning, Antonio felt the warmth of the bed engulfing their tangled bodies, blurring the lines of where his body ended and Jasmine's began. Rising from the depths of sleep and falling from the heights of dreams, Antonio stirred to consciousness. The blankets shielded both of them from the cool morning and it was heavy and comforting. Gentle rai...
Author's note: I knew nothing about ponygirls, but I decided to give it a shot and write this story. I tried to stay away from all other ponygirl stories because I wanted to develop my own concept of what it meant. I'm sure many pony fans will criticize me, and others will praise me, but I'm convinced it is one of a kind because I stayed true to myself as a...
Some months ago I got a new job. One inconvenience was that I had to go up earlier in the morning due to a longer journey. I live in a flat. Opposite my kitchen window is over an inner yard is another house with small flats. The first morning on the new job I was in my kitchen at around six in the morning. The daylight was enough for me to prepare my brea...
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEE- The snooze button gets smacked hard and the alarm shuts off. He rolls over onto his side and peeks at the clock. He's already snoozed it twice and it's six twenty, but he rolls back over and covers up, waiting another ten minutes and staying in the warmth of his sheets for a bit longer. Those ten minutes go by in a flash and...
This story will not be an easy read. For that I do not apologize. That morning almost three thousand people lost their lives including 19 terrorists. The dead became instant heroes to a nation reeling from the shock. But the truth is that they were just human beings like you and me. Some of them good and some horribly flawed. As well as loving mothers and si...
When I retired my morning habits changed dramatically. During my working years I grabbed a sandwich and a cup of coffee and ran to the office. But now I enjoyed a long breakfast with the morning paper sitting in my kitchen window. I live in an apartment building. My kitchen has an alcove facing a narrow inner yard which is shared with another house not far...
Sunday morning, the light of dawn filled our room, replacing the city lights from the night before. The room was comfortably warm -- apparently we had pushed the sheets off the bed. I started to stir, glancing at the clock. It was only ten after seven. Why was I still not asleep? Brian was beginning to stir a little too. I snuggled next to him as we both beg...
I woke up this morning with an erection. This was very exciting for me. Of course, when I was a young man, this was a common occurrence. Daily, in fact. And not just in the morning. Boners springing eternally, seemingly unbidden, by hidden stimuli. Pheromones. A miniskirt. A button not fastened on a blouse. Or just remembering the morning erection could se...
################################################## This is actually a dream I had a while back. Sometimes I have very long and complicated dreams, like film scripts or novels like this one. I'm Swedish but this dream was actually in English, you'll have to excuse any incorrect language. ################################################## - Hello...? - ......
A thousand words to paint a picture. This picture is about you and me. Lie back, relax, and let me wake you up as only a woman who enjoys sucking your cock would. Hope you enjoy it. J, thanks for the inspiration/challenge. ~~~~~~~~ Waking up slowly, I roll onto my side and see you lying next to me amidst the slate grey sheets and blankets. It's a rare m...