I set myself to fall asleep in a foreign room. A blue and white comforter evoking comparisons to a Scandinavian pattern is holding down white linens pressed against my skin, as I lay there, almost naked in nothing but black boxer briefs.
A sock drawer in the corner of the room full of ready-to-be-used sex toys and bondage gear. My playlist fills the room at the lowest volume, keeping me company as I begin to dream, by way of a Bluetooth speaker. I fall asleep with childlike anticipation for the morning to come, in a mad rush to get to dawn. Excited, as if though I just laid out cookies and milk for Santa.
I faintly awaken as you crawl into bed next to me around 6 am. Your naked body feels so soft, curling up against me and the feel of your delicacy I can already tell is enough to summon crystal clear memories, years from now when I’m old and gray and nostalgia is welcomed rather than feared.
Just your touch — no words or anything else is needed. Just the feeling of your skin against mine permeates me as if though I were dipped in it.
Rolling over, the devilish side I wear so well doesn’t take long overcome me. My mouth meets yours and my hand slides down every inch of you, eventually finding safe haven between your legs as I clutch and squeeze with no room for weakness in my ambition. I embrace the masculinity within me that you’ve come to love, sinking into the dominant man I am, at my core pure id and hormones, with no intent to ask for permission.
I'm not quite awake entirely. My mind is not yet lucid enough to solve a math problem or understand a complex idea, yet I’m fully engaged in the primal aspects of who I am. I’m at my purest form in this state of mind, completely consumed by the feminine aspects of you.
The resistance that exists within me most mornings to roll out of bed and awaken is absent. Scooting down the length of the mattress, pushing the comforter over my head, my mouth engulfs your pussy and I faintly recall you saying, “Oh Daddy, already?” Of course, I ignore this like I always do when I know it’s too much for you, and I take your pussy as if I own it. The sweet flavor of your salt beams me to another world. I waste no time at all making a meal out of you, forcing myself between your thighs and my tongue and lips quickly get to work to bring nirvana to you.
Faster and faster, my tongue starts beating on your clit and moans that radiate from you as you start to cum begin crippling me.
My hands push underneath the backs of your knees, and I dip my tongue inside your soaking wet kitty as deep and far the good lord will allow me to go. A french kiss on your rosebud and a swath across your inner thighs, and I’m quickly back to work to make your pretty pink bean do somersaults.
My fingers find there way inside you at some point in my primal haze and the wetness they find feels like a mainstay by now. Never shocked anymore to find you soaking wet, I pull my fingers out, give them a look of approval, and push them straight into your mouth so that you can taste your own sweet flavors. The smile you share with me is so vivid it makes my cock hard just typing this.
On your back, I kiss your beautiful face with my drenched beard and slide my hardness deep inside your wetness with vigor. Pounding away with as much energy as the morning will allow me, one orgasm after another is siphoned from you, as my morning dick that never seems to want to cum stays hard for what seems like an eternity, and I just thank God I have more time than usual to stay inside you.
I’m in the moment, feeling every contour of your insides again and again, over and over, sliding deep inside you and believing I found the pearly gates inside of your body.
Mother Nature eventually catches up with me and burst my seed inside you, never taking my cock out and staying inside of you until I get hard again. I’d wait weeks here but minutes is all I need, and I spring to life again, thickening up inside you, all so I can take your body and make it mine, just one more time into the morning.
Just one more time, until the next.