2 posts tagged “masturbation”
He tells me in the morning, he is wearing his “sexy” undies. This spurs many naughty thoughts in my mind. Thoughts of dominating him. The feeling stays with me all day. My mind is blasted with visions of belts, cocks, him on all fours, floggers, spankings and more. So I leave for home from work with every intention of making him mine for the evening.
On my way home, I text him the orders of our evening.
Slumber takes me, but never lasts. I drift in and out of sleep often. The alarm beckons me awake 6 mornings a week. But not this morning, no not this morning. The sun has risen and so has my lover, but I … I wish slumber to take me a bit longer. Like a hood calms the hawk, a shirt drapes my eyes and calms me back to slumber, shielding the unfriendly sun away.
Time passes, I sleep. I drift into consciousness briefly, aware that my lover, Sylvanus, is in the room. I drift back into slumber, thinking he will join me again soon.
I startle awake, his hand on my right hand, he pulls it and suddenly my fingers wrap around something, soft, yet hard. Something warm. It’s velvety smooth in my fingertips. I wrap my fingers around the warmth, stroking slowly, awakening my senses. More aware of his cock in my hand, I begin to run my thumb along the head. I curse my left arm, it is asleep.
He removes my hood of slumber. I blink and see his thick cock in my hand. “I think you have slept enough.” he whispers to me. “I was writing about the other day and it got me rather hot and bothered. Instead of just masturbating there, I thought I’d come in here.”
I grin as I remove my hand, allowing his, to touch himself. Only he knows how to touch himself to perfect pleasure. I wrapped my hands around him. I squeeze and caress his ass, his inner thighs, his balls… I pull his cheeks apart and run my finger along his ass. His moans increase. I get more excited. His strokes become faster.
My hands beckon his body. They caress the most sensitive areas, they explore his hidden pleasures. I ask for his orgasm, not with words.
Finally, his breathing pauses for one second, he moans deeply and his hand holds his cock, I pull him into me, feeling the heat of his cock, as the first jet of his cum covers my left breast. I moan in pleasure, feeling the warmth of him. I hug him closely. I delight in the feel of his seed spilling over my breasts. I delight in waking up to the warmth that is him.
