I have always been delighted at the prospect of a new day, a fresh try, one more start, with perhaps a bit of magic waiting somewhere behind the morning.J. B. Priestly
I don’t have a lot to say about morning sex. Really only one thing:
I don’t wake up for sex.
If you try waking me up with the promise of fucking, I will most likely ignore you or simply suggest that you can go and have sex with yourself. If I feel nice.
I never enjoyed morning sex. I don’t mind waking up snuggling and lying in his arms. But getting right into action, really not my style.
I prefer to have a morning routine. Bathroom, coffee, those kind of things. Maybe have everyone involved brush their teeth. Little things really.
That being said, here’s something I can’t get out of my head:
I have been having sexy and sex dreams for a while now. Either I’m making out with a cute woman. Or I’m getting busy with other (male) people. Usually it’s someone who had an impression on be the day before. What is special is not only that I’m having those dreams every night, I also wake up remembering them. And I feel they are getting more intense.
The other night I was on the couch. In my dream, obviously. I wasn’t there alone. He was there too. We had a lazy afternoon and soon I rested my head on his lap. As I was lying there, I couldn’t resist. I adjusted my position and began opening his jeans. Pulling them and his underwear down and caressing the area around his cock.
I made sure I didn’t touch his cock. Not with my hands. Almost by accident I would brush it, but only for a short second.
Soon my mouth found it’s way to that area. Again, I was kissing and licking and caressing, but making very sure not to touch his hardening cock. I could feel him getting desprerate and as always I enjoyed that feeling so much. I knew what he wanted, but I loved not giving it to him.
I felt my own horniness grow, until I couldn’t wait much longer and finally, I licked my lips and heard him moan the moment he felt my breath on his cock and felt my tongue on it.
The best part was yet to come. I had to fell him inside me. Playing and teasing and cucking was not enough.
I sat up and lifted my skirt, pushed my panties out of the way and climbed on top of him. He was still sitting, I took his cock in my hand and guided it to the entrance of my cunt. I felt the tip and knew, that wonderful feeling was about to happen. I lowered myself onto his cock and felt him filling me out. Centimeter per centimeter. It was what I needed at the moment. Simply having him inside was heaven.
I’m pretty sure that was about the time I woke up. And I could still feel him inside me. All day long my thoughts kept coming back to that feeling.
The feeling I had when I woke was something I never felt. And I know, if he’d been lying next to me that morning there would’ve definitely been morning sex, initiated by me.