A wintery Sunday morning [1st Person M] [MF] [Mutual mast]

[I tried to make this story a little more tangible for current events]

As predicted, the snow fell again last night creating a picturesque landscape for everyone to awaken to. But in reality, every forecast of the region predicted a warming and refreezing all within the same day. Knowing this, I did decide I was going to have a bit of fun with you today since we are iced in together.

I think I woke up first, I was still holding my little spoon tight when I remembered the weather. I become a bit greedy right off the bat, and start slowly kissing the spots I can while simultaneously trying to not wake you up. Slowly kissing, your shoulders, your upper back, your neck, even the back of your head. I inhale slowly, trying to balance letting you rest versus fulfilling my own carnal desires. Suddenly you start wiggling that butt if yours right where it fits, knowing full well what it does to me. I keep my left arm under your pillow, while my right slips under your sleep shirt and I start playing with you more aggressively. I pull you in to a tighter spoon, while I grope your wonderful breasts for myself. No words are exchanged, just an increase of friction and tempo between our touches.

[MF] [Intimate] [1st Person M] I had a good dream last night…

(This story is about no one in particular, just a recurring fantasy I seem to have.)

…I phase in when things are just starting to heat up. We were doing some heavy teasing, you gently stroking me as I ever so lightly rub my fingertips across every inch of your skin. I can tell I am doing well based upon your sharp inhales and drawn out exhales, as your hand instinctively speeds its rhythm. I start to get lost in your touch before a familiar feeling starts to build.

“Ok! Ok stop! I’m ready!” I exclaim as I roll away from you and stand up besides the bed. “Just a little more” you whisper to me. I seize this opportunity selfishly, letting myself cool off while exploring and enjoying your body. We stop for a brief moment, and I get to look into your eyes. I cant help it anymore. I give a light kiss to begin, then a deep, lasting one for myself. I kiss every part of you, working my way slowly downwards. Your cheeks, your neck and collarbone, your breasts. I take each nipple in my mouth focusing as much as I can on your reactions. Hearing a sharp breath after a light nibble, I do the same to the other. “Yes…” I hear you whisper. Not to me, nor any person in particular, but to the growing sensation I hope I am giving you.