[M45] First thoughts on waking

On the edge of waking, I sense the familiar feeling, I’ve started a stretch without even realising.

In the still sleepy warmth I run a hand down from my chest over my stomach, to grasp at the hardening between my legs – you have been in my head, your voice, your body, all of you – starting to replay your stories, I want to think about your mouth around me, hearing your fingers taking that exploratory feel inside yourself and coming out coated, the brushing of fabric as you pulled your panties to the side – the moan you made when you touched yourself will be in my head for days.

With eyes closed, and semi hard I stroke, slowly, insistently, starting at the base and stopping when my hand reaches the head. Thinking, thinking, thinking…black yoga pants, you on your back…..bending you over, licking you like that…..tapping on your clit with my now swollen glans….grabbing your hips and nudging you open as I slide inch by inch inside…oh my god it goes on and on.

So rigid with lust for you that it’s obscene at this hour, I make myself stop…and wait

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