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I'm not a "Morning Person" It was a few years ago, but I thought that if you're interested in knowing you'd learn a thing or 2 from reading this. My boyfriend at the time was an early riser. Not that I'd dream of arguing with him over anything, he consistently emailed me almost every morning, saying that he wanted me ASAP, though I wouldn't see his emails until I rolled out of bed at my usual "crack of noon". As it became more of an item between us and we had such a good thing going, I made a point of getting up earlier to accommodate him better, though 7am was still of the question. Then it occurred to me . He's been here hundreds of times, and it's a nice, safe neighborhood. Why not leave the front door unlocked at night? He's fine, letting himself in, knows his way around the house, and has made it clear many times that though my outfits add a flare, it's ME that he's interested in and he doesn't much care if wearing something for him. FYI, though I have several nighties, I typically sleep in the nude. I emailed him about it, and he thought it was a great idea. I decided against wearing a nightie bed, mostly because I intended it be a "one time" thing, and didn't want to make it so special that it might become a habit. Letting himself in the next morning, he graciously made enough noise to wake me. Drowsily laying in bed, I watched him undress and climb in beside me. "How's my girl this morning", he teased as I scooted down to lay on my side, gazing at his gorgeous tool. Rolling onto his side, he presented his lovely cock As if on "autopilot" I kissed the head of his cock as I'd been taught to begin our routine. It wasn't long before he was fucking my mouth in full strokes with a handful of my hair in his hand as I moaned with pleasure. Still in my half awake mental fog, he went through the routine that I was accustomed to, changing positions from time to time as it suited him, playing with my little tits when it was convenient, and keeping up the teasing chatter that I adored. Worth mentioning, is that he had one simple rule. My cock was off limits. I was forbidden to touch it, and during the entire time I was seeing him, he never touched me there once. And no, I didn't like the rule at first, but I accepted it and grew to enjoy what the denial did inside my head. I could cum as much as I wanted, but I had to "cum like a girl", without the traditional ejaculation. And yes, once I got used to it, I liked it. Dozens of my "Gurl-gasms" later, he rolled onto his back, saying "Do that thing I like". Knowing what he meant, I got on my knees between his open legs, kissing his balls as he lifted his legs and pulled them up to his chest. Now it was my turn to tease. With my nose buried in his ball sack, I pushed my flattened tongue against the swollen ridge of his "taint", massaging it as he grunted his approval. His hand on my head pushed me further down, following the path of that manly ridge to his rosebud. "That's my girl", he encouraged as the tip of my tongue found his puckered hole. The scent of Irish Spring soap was strong, letting know that he was fresh from the shower. After running my tongue in circles around his hole, the pressure of his hand on the back of my head told me what he wanted. Poking my pointed tongue into his hole, I heard "Good girl". Glancing up as best I could, I watched him stroke his cock while I tongue fucked his tight, pulsating hole. He was breathing fast when he took a firm grip on my hair and pulled me up to take his cock in my mouth. "Suck it. Suck it like a good girl" Forcing himself between my lips, I accepted his shaft with a satisfied moan as his pubic hair brushed against my nose. Again and again, he penetrated me, keeping a firm grip on my hair. I knew that we were approaching the finish line. With my flat tongue pressed against the underside of his shaft, he grunted "That's a good girl. Almost there" "Take it! All of it!" I remained motionless, just as I'd been taught, anticipating his gift. "Here it comes, baby. All for you." Dividing my attention between my own shivering orgasm and making sure that I was performing the way he liked, the first of his warm goodness emptied into me. Not the right time to swallow it yet, I held as still as possible while he finished, filling my mouth with his precious gift. His thrusts slowed until I knew that it was okay to swallow what he'd given me. Squirming as my own juice oozed from the tip of my untouched cock, I waited for him to desensitize before licking clean the last remnants of his semen from his softening cock Basking in my satisfaction, I heard his breathing return to normal as I kept his spent cock in my mouth. As he eventually got up to put his clothes on, I looked at the clock on my nightstand. Almost 3 hours, a new record for him. "See you tomorrow?", he asked. "Yes, Sir. I'd like that." "Same time?" "Yes Sir. Whenever you want me, Sir" "Good girl" Hearing the front door close as he left, I rolled over in my bed to drift back to sleep, relishing the taste of his semen and shivering with pleasure as I mopped my own juice up with my fingers, licking them clean. It was after noon when I woke again. Sitting down with my first cup of coffee, I replayed the encounter in my mind. Better than I'd imagined it would be, and thinking that I get to do this every day gave me a delicious tingle.  |
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3/9/2021 6:18 am |
Great writing. Makes for a nice morning. But he could have done better at accomadating your sleep cycle.
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