Usually, my boyfriend Alfie and I have a great relationship. It’s full of excitement and new experiences. We love each other lots and don’t fight often, so when we do it’s… passionate.

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From the moment I woke up in bed alone, I knew something was wrong. Alfie almost always stays in bed with me throughout the morning unless he has work or something urgent that needs doing. It’s become a sweet trend in our relationship and over quarantine there’s hardly ever been a reason not to have a lie-in. It might sound silly but waking up that morning without Alfie was disappointing, I longed for his arms around me and missed the oh so familiar smell of his aftershave, the warmth of his body pressed against mine and his breath tickling the back of my neck. I felt strangely horny and annoyed that he wasn’t there in bed with me to mess around but I figured he had a work thing and lay dozily in bed, still frustrated that I didn’t have anyone to play with. I tried to picture Alfie’s hands on me, remembering the way he cups my ass so tightly it hurts a little and the way his mouth trails kisses down my chest to my pelvis. I bathed in the golden rays pouring through the window of our bedroom for a moment, still fantasizing about Alfie’s wet mouth eating my cunt beneath the covers before finally forcing myself out of bed. Read more »