This is not about a cozy Sunday morning in bed with coffee and the arts pages of the New York Times and a breakfast somewhere off in the distance like a glassy horizon. This is not about the lovemaking that can happen on weekends, the slow deliberate crawl to an exuberant finish, the taking of time, the patient thread of minutes spilling into whole hours, f...
The Four Tones of Ecstasy Aggressive Demanding Passive Willing Part One: Willing The Nuances of Ecstasy in a subtle Capture The morning light filters in through the partially open window and the sheer creamy gauze curtains flutter in the soft breeze. The faint morning sounds muted against the hum and whir of the overhead fan bring me out of my dreams. I...
“Asshole!” “What put you in such a foul mood anyways?” “Look at that asshole! Driving with that damn cell phone stuck in his ear. Going slow and weaving from lane to lane. “What you bitching about? I’m the one who’s driving, not you.” “Why Shouldn’t I? It’s eight thirty, this snow sucks, there’s nothing but assholes on the road and I’m late again. This...
Pam awoke early on Wednesday, the images of the dream drifting away from her consciousness, but the lingering effects leaving her panting and flushed. Her nipples were hard and sensitive, and her pussy moist. She stretched languorously, and remembered last Friday's pleasuring from Ben. When the memory came flooding back, her pussy began to moisten further. S...
This is an edited version of the original chapter. I've fixed the grammatical errors and made minor alterations to the text. Since I resisted making major changes, the chapter is still quite wordy. -------------------- Maisie Barnes rolled over in her lumpy twin bed and squinted at the clock on the old bedside table. 5:00 am. She pulled a pillow over h...
Welcome to my story about fun at swim practice. Thank you for choosing to read it. It was a bright sunny morning in the middle of the summer at about 9 o'clock when I pulled into the gravel parking lot that connected to the pool. While the pool wasn't officially open yet, there were a few vehicles in the parking lot with me. These belonged to my fellow swim...
I awoke in the morning around 8:30 with my usual morning wood. As I shook the cobwebs from my brain, I realized there was a hand wrapped around my hard cock. Tess was lying next to me with her tits pressed against my chest and her hand pumping my seven inch shaft. "Morning sleepyhead, look what I found this morning, I woke up about 15 minutes ago and felt t...
In Which Innocence returns to the pleasures of Eve and Dawn, Eve is enjoyed in the pleasant environs of a garden and Innocence is exposed to greater fame than before. Eve gradually recovered from her experience with Innocence and indeed even initiated a correspondence with her deflowerer. She had been right, it seemed to her, to insist on having her maidenh...
It's early on a Sunday morning, and my husband's cock is so far down my throat I can't breathe. He's on his back with his legs apart enough for me to crouch between them on my knees. To say I am worshipping his dick would be fairly accurate. I'm curled up in a ball, making my tiny silhouette even smaller. My head is bobbing up and then down, as far as I can...
We have always been morning people, so it was not unusual when we stirred at 7 AM the morning after we arrived on the island of St. Martin. We have slept in the nude for as long as I can remember, and as I rolled over to spoon with Julie, my morning wood only further punctuated the excitement of the moment. "What's the matter Sam, can't you sleep?" she quie...