The Morning Drive

I feel a set of fingers give me a not so playful pinch to my ribs, which abruptly wrenches me from my blissful doze. ‘Oww! Quit it fucker!’ I growl at the miscreant who assaulted me. Another pinch nips the skin on my bare hip. ‘OWW

The Morning Wears On

Both still lying on the bed, with me still between your legs, I rest my head on your thigh. Your chest is still rising and falling quickly as you come down from the heights of your orgasm. You face and chest are both flushed, while strands of hair st

Morning sun through the curtins

The morning light floods into your bedroom, you shift in the covers and stretch, making little sounds as you do. A contented sigh bursts from your lips. You groan slightly, then step out of bed and walk past its end to stand in front of your mirror.