It’s getting late and I’m starting to think about bed. I’m laid on my back with my feet up on the sofa,
watching the TV. It means I can’t see you in the armchair that you’re sitting in, kind of in my blind
spot. Whatever it is that’s on, I’m engrossed in it, because I haven’t looked up in about 15 minutes.
I’m aware that you’re there and you’ve got up to go to another room quickly before coming back,
but I haven’t seen you. The show ends and you stand up without saying anything. I’m thinking that
we’re going to bed, so reach down to the floor for the remote control. As I bring my head back up
you’ve walked over to lean over the sofa and fully close the blinds. Then I notice. You’ve stripped
naked and are leaning over me. That must have been why you left the room. How I haven’t noticed
or even been aware of this until now? It doesn’t matter, my eyes are transfixed on the subtle curves
of your athletic body now. I’m hard instantly.
Author: ittonnaig
Sleepy morning memories
My eyes open and I awake from my sleep. I’m lying on my left side facing into the middle of the bed. Between me and the light coming in through the early morning window is you. You’re facing the same way as me, so all I see is your exposed back that’s not covered by the duvet. You’re completely still. My eyeline follows the curve of your outline from your neck over your shoulder and down to your waist and the small of your back where your two Venus dimples frame an inviting scene. After that you’re covered up with blanket, but already I know I need to get closer to you.
I wiggle in towards you to be your big spoon. You let out a comforting sigh the instant our skin
touches and wiggle your hips into me so that there’s maximum body contact. My hands instinctively wrap around and envelop you, starting on your left shoulder and moving diagonally across your chest, in between your breasts, on to your right hip and down your thigh towards the knee as far down as I can reach. Your breathing continues to be relaxed, consistent and comforting. My hand
moves back the opposite way, but before it reaches your shoulder you dip your head slightly and catch my thumb in your mouth. Very tenderly you start working it around your tongue, caressing and kissing it with your lips whilst continuing to quietly moan. All the blood in my body floods towards my crotch. I’m instantly hard; throbbing in anticipation of what’s to come. I’ve no idea how I’m managing to be so cool and restrained.