Mornings prove to be one of the handfuls of time in my week that allow me to soak in the small details of the world around me. A mindful peacefulness before the days get filled with grooming, downing a quick cup of coffee, the daily commute to work, errand running, socializing, working, commuting again, preparing dinner. Lather. Rinse. Repeat. The calm before the storm. My eyelids slowly open from being fused together by the crystalized sleep embedded into my corneas and I inhale the earthy aroma of the coffee that has just clicked on to automatically brew. The glow of the early morning sunrise streaking in through the sheer, white curtains that frame my queen-size bed. An orange laser zig-zagging through the hills and valleys of the patchwork quilt which is perfectly draped over my prickly, bare legs. I graze my hands under my worn t-shirt (an old boyfriend’s band tee that I could never seem to give up because of how comfortable it is) and cup my breasts. They feel warm from sleep and I pass my thumb back and forth over my now hardening nipple. My breasts swell with each rise and fall of my diaphragm. A slight tinge rises in my hips as my body awakens to my touch and I nestle further into the cozy blankets. I listen to the rhythmic zhur zhur zhur of the ceiling fan. Loose and a slightly off-center. No doubt that it was installed by some cheap make-ready crew hired by my Landlord in between leases. In the distance, my neighbor’s rooster crows. Its belting signal has grown stronger as it’s matured but nonetheless, still fucking annoying as ever. Unless you’re a practicing sadist, I can’t understand why someone would choose to own one when you live in a fairly populated city and the only agriculture in sight is the overgrown alleyway that separates one of the dozens of Nazarene churches from the rundown drive-thru gas station.
Author: hornybitch1989
Couch fuck
I’m lying on the loveseat wearing a white ribbed tank top and a pair of cotton black panties. The hum of the oscillating fan raising and lowering with each pass. It’s been a heatwave outside and my A’c hasn’t been able to keep up in the Texas July heat. I’m watching him casually smoke a cigarette at the other end. The smoke billowing out from his perfect pink lips encased by his beard. His facial hair is long and bushy. He looks like a European knight from one of the textbook history drawings, unkempt with a stone hard face meant for opposition. I slide my hips further on the couch cushion and spread my bare legs lazily. The seam of my underwear shyly peeling back against my vulva. He catches the moment and stares at me with his intense green eyes and raises an eyebrow.