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Vignette: Saturday Morning Wake Up inspired by actual events with a prior partner - all consensual -------- It’s just after seven on a Saturday morning. Light is just beginning to peek into the bedroom. I roll over to my right and look at you – you’re not awake yet and you currently have your back to me, your hair spilling over the<b> pillow. </font></b>I scoot closer behind you, careful not to disturb you and listen to your peaceful breathing. Carefully I snake my right arm beneath you and around your neck and shoulders and drape my left hand over you so that I can lay together with you. Gently my right hand finds a breast and begins to lightly massage, every now and then playing your sensitive nipples between thumb and forefinger. My left hand has begun to trail over your hip and down the outside of your thigh, circling back to draw up your inner thighs. I make light circles with my fingers in the soft flesh between your legs. I smile as you begin to stir slightly. Your gentle breathing has become heavier, and every so often soft cooing sounds escape your lips. Pressed against your back, I am growing hard listening to your breath quicken and the light coos become moans of pleasure. As you stir more, almost fully awake now, my left hand leaves your thighs and finds your hand. Gently I gather both of your hands, sliding my grip around both wrists. You are now awake and I can tell by the tense of your body that you are catching on to my plan. My right hand leaves your breasts and clamps over your mouth. Instinctively you fight, trying to pull your wrists free of my grasp, but I simply pull you closer, holding you tightly. “Good morning, Pet” I whisper into your ear My hardness finds the warmth between your legs and I slide inside, your arousal evident by the wetness that welcomes me. You try to protest, but only muffled moans escape my hand gagging you from behind. You continue to struggle lightly as I begin to rock against you, stroking in and out, first slowly, then with ever increasing speed and force. Your protests give way to moans of pleasure beneath my hand. My rhythm slows as I feel you tense beneath me and your whole body shudders. Then I slowly begin to pick up the pace again as your halfhearted struggles against me and your cries of protest begin anew. The cycle repeats, each climax stronger than the previous – four in total before I am spent. I don’t withdraw, but rather lay against you, still inside you. My hand slides from your mouth and wraps around your shoulders and breast to gentle pull you into me. My left hand relaxes, but you do not move to free yourself immediately instead choosing to leave your wrists held within my loose fingers. Your breathing is still quick and heavy, mirroring my own. You turn your head slightly and look at me with a grin. We lay in silence for a long time, just being there together. Finally you roll over to face me, a soft smile on your lips and a sparkle in your eyes. “Good morning, Sir.” |
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