The best night I ever had on Omegle [MF]

I don’t usually go on Omegle/Chatroulette or any of those sites, but I was bored on a Friday night and was kind of curious, so I went for it. The stories are true, there’s a sea of dicks, but I figured eventually I’d find a girl who wanted to chat, or I’d get bored and do something else. I came across a couple of girls and even a couple, but they all nexted me. I was pretty close to giving up, doing the “ok last one” 7 or 8 times, when I finally came across a girl who didn’t immediately next me. This wasn’t just any girl, though. I couldn’t believe my eyes, but there she was, staring back at me: my ex girlfriend.

A bit of backstory: we had a relatively vanilla sex life. She was a pretty timid nice girl, dressed pretty conservatively, didn’t like to show off or anything. Definitely not the type you would really ever expect to find on Omegle, especially not showing face. Also, we dated for a while, you would think this kind of stuff would come up.

Literary gay erotica described as “finely tuned and feral”

I made an attempt at writing an erotic story that also functions on a deeper level. I’ve had some positive reviews (including the one in the title) and I would love to hear your thoughts. I’ve included a link to the full story (it’s short), as well as the first paragraph to see if it appeals to you. Thanks in advance for your feedback!

https://www.literotica.com/s/among-the-pines

Here is the first paragraph:

The boy was just eighteen years old the night the wolf took him; not old enough to be inside that fading bar, not old enough to know the weight of his choices. But eighteen is a hungry age, and he had fought that hunger as long as he could. He had noted the bar each day as he walked down the narrow wooded road that led from his home to his family’s farm. Further up the road the trees thinned and the interstate crossed over casting a deep shadow, and it was through that shadow, framed, presented like a gift, that Tom had first seen it. It had been there for as long as he could remember, but that day had been the first time he’d ever really seen it, recognized it in some vital way he never had before. As he stood beneath the overpass, Tom’s eyes rolled over its faded brown facade, the paint weather worn and peeling, and in his mind the pins of recognition and hunger and inevitability slid smoothly into their locks.

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Hotels bring out the best [FM]

My FWB has this fantasy of fucking all night in a hotel room. I lightly made fun of that fantasy because he’s normally a one round and dead to the world type of guy. I felt like we would fuck around for 30 minutes then he would be asleep while i watch TV.

Yesterday in a spur of the moment he booked a cheap hotel and picked me up and we checked in. On the way to the hotel I was lightly roasting him some more saying this was a dumb idea. He was easy going until we got the keys to the hotel room.

On the way to the elevator he pushed me hard against the wall and grinded his now semi-hard dick on my ass. The second I moaned he pulled off me and walked away. We get in the elevator and I reach for his dick, feeling it harder than before. He swats my hand away.

[FMF] ~ The First Realigion ~ “It’s like a drug to me, and it’s like a drug to them, a never ending cycle that compounds itself, the basis for our love.”

*I walked into the monastary expecting to find it empty. I was surprised when I came across half a dozen women sitting in seperate pews, minding their own business. They turned to look at me as I entered. It was uncanny – they moved in unison I noticed. I ignored them and walked between the pews because I was only there to make a speech, you see, to those girls, because they deserved it and were the lucky first six. The stared at me as I stood at the altar, and my heart began to beat rapidly. It must have been my nerves, because I passed out.*

*When I woke, I was chained to a king size bed in the monastary attic. The room was lit dimly with candles, and smelled of musk and cinammon. The bed was positioned in the centre of the room, and a dozen women stood in a perfect circle around it – they backs turned to me.*

*They did not realise when I woke at first, but then one of them – the youngest – took a peek and broke into a smile and giggle. “He’s here.” she said as they suddenly turned and sprang on me. Their hands were like madness over my body, and the girls found this hilarious for some reason. Their kissed and sucked* **it** *until the candles faded out.*

It all started at a birthday party

It all started at a birthday party for one of my daughters friends. They were in the same class, and I took my daughter over for the party. I went up with my little one carrying the present she had picked out and wrapped herself. She rang the doorbell, I heard yelling inside and the door opened and there stood a little Mexican girl.
“Marcy,” the little girl screamed, hugging my daughter and then dragging her inside the house. The door opened wider and a beautiful woman stood there. She had nice, smooth brown skin, dark brown hair, down in loose waves, and an amazing figure. She was wearing a yellow sundress. She smiled at me and it lit up the place.
“You must be Marcy’s dad. I’m Lily’s mom, Maresol,” she said with just a trace of an accent.
“Mark,” I told her reaching to shake her hand. Instead she swept me into a hug.
“Lily talks about Marcy all the time. Its so good to finally meet you,” she said. Her breasts squished nicely under my chest, they were pretty great but I am a married man. She let go, and ushered me in, “Come in, Mark, the kids are playing outside. Not everyone is here yet. Would you like something to drink?”
“Just some punch or whatever,”I said following her through the decorated living room into the kitchen. The was a bowl of punch and she ladled some into a princess cup as the doorbell rang. The girls screamed and ran for the door to see who it was. Maresol smiled and went to the door, “You can put the present on the table,” she said on the way out.
More classmates, then some family, cousins, aunts, grandma arrived. I hung around but was getting ready to leave when Maresol came back in the kitchen, “Can you stick around? I need a hand.”
“Sure,”I say. I had no plans, my wife was working and the older daughter was out doing her own thing.
She smiled at me again and went to organized the party. I trailed behind and checked her out. She had a great figure, and an amazing ass. I watched and helped a little to heard kids around. I stole glances but was entranced by the way her breasts bounced in her dress. I maybe married but a sexy lady is a sexy lady. I think she caught me a couple of times, but just smiled. The kids got going on a game and she came up and grabbed my hand, “I need some help getting a box down from the top of my closet,” she whispered in my ear.
“Sure,” I said, “no problem.”
She lead me in, not letting go of my hand and took me upstairs. I have to admit watching that ass go upstairs was quite the sight. She took me to her room.
It was nice, big, with a king size bed, a makeup table, a sliding glass door that led out to a patio, the curtains were open letting in light and we could see the party. She took me over to her walk in closet, opened the door and took me to the back.
“That box up on the shelf,” she said pointing.
I slid past her, her breasts brushing up against me. They were very ample. I turned to face the box, and started reaching for it, when she grabbed my ass. I stopped, she didn’t.
“It’s so firm. Such a nice ass,” she said.
“Thanks,” I said. It wasn’t the only thing gettimg firm. “But you know I am married.”
“Sorry,” she said, giving one last squeeze and letting go. I don’t think she was sorry.
I reached up again, this time her hands slid under my shirt as it rose up. Rubbing my chest, it felt good.
“Maresol,” I say concerningly.
“Sorry,” she says, but continues rubbing me. “My husband is always out of town working. I miss a man.”
“I can understand but you need to stop,” I tell her. Not sure if I mean it.
She takes her hands off me. I reach up for the box again, as my hands close on the sides I feel something under my shirt at the small of my back. My shirt starts to rise and I realize she is licking my back with her tongue. She works her way up and I feel something else, warm and soft. Two somethings. It came over me that her breasts are pushed up against my back, with no covering. Her bare breasts follow her tongue up my back. I am frozen, stretched out, hands holding this box while a hot Mexican licks my back and rubs me with her boobs. I am definitely firm now.
She gets up to my neck and starts kissing it. And then she pushes my shirt up over my head and continues to kiss my neck, and then nibble my ears. “Feels good, doesn’t it?,” she asks.
“Yes…but, I…we…,” I stammer out.
“Just enjoy.”
Her hands slid around down to my penis which was fully erect at this time. “Seems like you are, it feels so big.”
“But….We….”
Her hands slid into my pants and grabbed my dick, “It is big!”
I never thought of myself as well endowed but if she likes it, who am I to argue? Her tongue starts to slide back down and around, I have this stupid box in my hands. And she spins me in the closet, never taking her tongue or breasts off, but using her hands on my hips to spin me around. Her mouth licks my chest right in front of me, her hands go to pants and she shoves them to the floor. My rock hard dick springs free and her mouth goes down and engulfs it.
“Oh,” I blurt out. It feels fantastic. Her mouth is amazing. Sucking just right, her tongue playing along my shaft, her hands grabbing my ass. Her head bobs up and down. “This…I…,” I stammer out, but she continues.
Her head comes up, and she rises a bit, now my cock is between her two lovely tits. “You like?,” she asks.
“But, I”
“It feels good. Relax. Go with it,” she says before putting her lips back around my dick.
I can’t lie, she is the best. My wife tries but she just isn’t into sucking dick. But this woman, she is great. She continues sucking for a minute, the puts my dick back between her boobs. She uses her hands on my ass to guide my boner between those awesome orbs.
“You like it. I can tell. Just say stop and I will.”
And then my cock is back in her mouth. I contemplate saying stop but what comes out is, “We…you…me..I…don’t…stop.”
She just hears “don’t stop” and redoubles her efforts with her mouth. Her hands on my ass are pushing and pulling me so I am practically face fucking her, I feel it bubbling. “I am going to cum,” I whisper.
And this makes her go harder, if it was great before it’s better now. She sucks and I blow. Squirt after squirt of hot cum blasts down her throat. She swallows every drop. I cum harder than I have in years.
“That’s good,” she says, “ you taste delicious.”
“Thank you,” I stutter out, “but…”
“Shh,” she says standing up. I finally see those perfect breasts, they are amazing. A nice brown with fat nipples. I stared, she stood but her hands never left my body, sliding up my back to arms, to my chest and then back down taking hold of semi stiff cock.
“I see you like my tatas,” she teases.
“They are nice.”
“Follow,” she says leading my out by my dick.
I was hoping she was naked, but she had just pushed her sundress down. My pants around my ankles I shuffled out, her hand gripping my dick, leading. This box in between us.
“Put the box on the bed,” she tells me without letting go.
I do. Her grip tightens, she slides up and kisses me hard. I guess I taste myself, it’s not bad, and with my hands free I could push her away. But it felt great and I am human. So we kiss, her hand on my cock, the other in the box. Suddenly i feel something on my wrist and hear a click. She lets go of my cock and shoves me on to the bed. As fast as she can she has my right hand, handcuffed to the bed with fuzzy pink handcuffs.
“This isn’t funny,” I say.
“No,” she replies pushing my shirt off my left arm so its on my right cuffed to the bed. While she pushed my shirt off she cuffed my left hand to the bed, too. “Now it’s my turn.”
Here I am, handcuffed to the headboard, pants around my ankles. Nope, she just took those. I am now naked, hamdcuffed to a bed. I look at her at the foot of the bed. She does look fantastic. Her breasts bouncing as she takes her dress off. She is wearing a yellow thong, but she takes that off too. She is waxed clean, I do love that.
“I got you off,” she says crawling up the bed, “now you get me off.”
“I had…it was…how could I not?”
She has crawled up my body by then, rubbing her body on mine. She kisses me again, it’s long and passionate. She lets go of my lips and licks my face to my ear.
“I heard don’t stop,” she whispers.
She’s right, but they were two different inflections.
“That’s not,” I start but am cut off with a nipple in my mouth. It’s large and firm and I instinctively start sucking.
“Ooo,” she squeals, “that’s nice.”
I keep sucking a minute, she pops it out and the other in. I suck it, too.
“You are awfully good, Mark, but lets see how good,” she tells me.
She takes her breast from me. I look up to see her moving up.
“What do you mean?,” I ask.
But her feet by my head tells me as she sits on my face. Her wet hairless gash going over my mouth. I sputter a bit.
“I know you can do better than that. You can eat it or suffocate.”
It tastes delicious, and I do love to eat pussy. I guess I owe her, so I start licking.
“Oh yes,” she exclaims, “that’s it!”
I run my tongue up and down her slit, licking as best I can. I stick my tongue as deep as I can in her, “yes,” she moans and starts to move her hips. I reach to grab her ass, and realise I am still handcuffed. I keep licking.
“I feel you straining. Do you want to grab my hips,” she asks. I lick harder in response.
“Or slap my ass, like this.” She spanks herself loudly. I feel her ass jiggle on me. I suck on her pussy now.
“Yes, that is good,” she moans. “You like that?”
She smacks her ass a couple more times, I go at her harder with my mouth each time.
“Or do you want to grab my breasts like this.”
I look up to see her fondling her own breasts. “Rubbing them, and cupping them,” she says as she does it. I lick up and down the length of her pussy to say yes. “You do? Do you want to pinch these nipples? Like this.” and she pinches her own nipples. I watch from below. “Yes, you do. They are hard from your sucking earlier.” She pinches hard and lets out a little moan. I find her clit and suck it. “Fuck yes, suck my clit while I pinch my nipples for you.”
She twists and turns and I suck hard and feel her explode all over my face. I slurp up as much as I can but she just keeps going.
“Ahhh,” she moans, letting go of her boobs and unmounting my face.
“We are 1 for 1,” she says.
“I suppose we are,” I reply.
“Let’s make it 2 for 2,” she says looking down. I look down too. I see I an hard again. Wow, its been years since I got it up again so quickly. She moves down and straddles my groin.
“Do you want this pussy?”
“Yes.”
“It wants you too. I want this married cock,” she says lowering herself towards my dick. “Tell me you want it. Tell me.”
“I want that pussy,” I say. It’s like I am on autopilot. All rational thought gone. I just want to fuck this vixen.
“What kind of pussy is it?” she asks, stopping right at the tip. I can feel her wetness.
“I want to fuck that married pussy, with this married cock,” I tell her.
“YES!” she screams slamming herself all the way down on my dick. “Keep telling me. Tell me what a slut I am,” she tells me.
“You’re a slut. A married slut who likes this fat married cock slamming that pussy,” I tell her. Where is this coming from, some part of my mind thinks. This isn’t me. But I never thought I’d cheat on my wife either. So I just go with it. “Fuck yourself on my cock.”
“Yes,” she says sliding back up, “remind me what kind of cock.”
“This married dick, not married to you. You slut.”
She slams back down and starts to really ride me. Bouncing up and down, up and down. “Ride that cock you married slut. Slap your ass.”
She does without thought, and a moan escapes her lips.
“Now bring those married titties down here for me to suck on.” She leans forward, putting a nipple in my mouth, bracing herself on my shoulders. She starts rocking back and forth, I pull back and thrust into her while I bite her nipple.
“Shit, I’m cumming, again” she screams.
I feel her pussy convulse around my member, its too much and I blow my second load into her.
“That’s great,” she says pulling her nipple away and kissing me instead. I kiss her back passionately. We enjoy. Then she tells me, “You are my cock, now. I am your slut.”
“But-”
“No. You are my cock. I am your slut,” she says getting off me and going to the box I pulled down. “These are my toys. See this.” She holds up a buttplug. Its cute, chrome with a pink jewel on the end.
“It’s a buttplug,” I say.
“Yes it is,” she says getting lube out of the box and putting on the plug. She turns bends over and slides the plug up her ass. “Tomorrow, your cock will replace this plug.”
“Wait. I mean, I’m not sure.”
“Slut,” she points at herself, “Cock,” she points at me. “And one more thing. I want you to fuck your wife before you come over. Don’t clean up. I want to taste her on you.”
“What? I-”
She cuts me off by putting her boobs in my face. Slapping me with them. “You want more of this, than do it. Or I just won’t let you up. Just keep you here.”
“Okay,” I say. Thinking like hell I am coming back. This was a great fuck but remorse is kicking in.
She smiles, walks away and pulls her dress back on, pulls her panties back on, being sure to bend over and give me a good view of her buttplug and my cum leaking out of her.
“I am going to let you up and we are going back to the party like nothing happened,” she tells me.
“I agree,” I say.
She unlocks me, I get dressed, “Are you going to get cleaned up?”
“No,” she smiles at me. “Your slut likes to feel your cum leak out of her.
Thats hot. I have no idea why but I find it so. What is this woman doing to me?
“You either. You go home with me on you.”
I smile back her, finish getting dressed and we go back to the birthday like nothing happened.
Except every now and then she would lift her skirt to flash me her buttplug. Or pop a tit out and wink at me. One time she dipped a finger in her pussy and lick it off. I was getting hard again, and she knew it.
Everything wrapped up,kids started going home. Marcy runs up to me, “Dad? Can I spend the night? Please?” she pleads. Lily runs up.and joins her. I get a chorus of “Please?” Maresol just smiles at me. Tomorrow? She had this planned.
“Sure, hun,” I say. Knowing my daughter sleeps late. I can get away with this. It was a one time thing. It was great but I am no cheater. I was coerced. Yeah, I try to convince myself.
“Yay,” the girls run off to play.
Maresol comes up and kisses me deep and passionately. She grabs my ass, “Hard,” she says. Then my cock, “Hard too. For tomorrow my cock.”
“Tomorrow, my slut,” I say back to my own astonishment. She kisses me harder, I figure what the hell and kiss her back and grab her ass. It’s firm but supple. Perfect.
“That is nice,” she purrs.
“Manaña,” she says walking away. “Which movies are we watching tonight?” she calls to the girls. I watch her ass wiggle as she walks away and let myself out.
I head home, trying to think what to do. Dani, my wife, shouldn’t be home too quick. I can go home, jerk off then make a plan for tomorrow, I think. I get home, and just as I get inside I hear Dani pull up. She comes in the door, my cute little wife, red hair flouncing, green eyes sparkling, freckles all over. She is beautiful, if a little big.
“Hey, just home from the party?” she asks.
“Yeah, Maresol needed help so I stayed. Marcy is spending the night.”
“Great,” she says coming up to kiss me. Oh no. I still have pussy juice all over my face. She kisses me, I kiss her back.
“You taste funny,” she teases. Oh shit! “Like cake.”
“I had a piece.”
“Did you now?”
“Yeah,” I kiss her this time. And grab her ass, not as nice as Maresol’s. But its good, big and plump and squishy.
“Whoa,” she says.
“No, go,” I tell her and yank her pants down.
“Whats gotten into you?”
I bend her over the couch and plunge my hard cock into her. “Now I’ve gotten into you.”
“You are,” she moans as I start to fuck her hard and fast. “Wow. Wow,” she moans and then starts making the noised she does when she gets fucked good. I go for longer than I thought I could. Grabbing her hips and slamming her from behind.
“Uh,uh,” she gasps and then cums. I keep going not ready to cum yet. “Wow,” she says, and I keep slamming into her. “Holy shit!” she screams, “I’m cumming again!”
This time I blow my load right up my wife. Wow, three loads in a day, in two different women. Wow. I pull out.
“Wow, that was great. I came twice,” Dani tells me. She kisses me, and I kiss her back. “Let’s get cleaned and go to dinner if we don’t have any kids tonight, I want more of that.”
“Where’s Mel?” I ask.
“Our older daughter is out with her friends, too. Now come on I want to get in the shower, I got you dripping down my leg.”
So we head off to shower. We get naked together. My wife is beautiful. She is a little on the plump side, but it suits her. Her boobs are huge, her bush is wild and red. Skin pale and covered in freckles. Her ass is big, but not firm like Maresol’s, but its nice. Sure, she is chubby, but it works. We have kids, and work, it’s ok. She sees me checking her out.
“What?” she asks standing in the bathroom naked.
“You are gorgeous,” I tell her.
“Thanks. Seems like I am doing things to you,” she points out. I am getting hard again, so we get in the shower. I soap up her ample bossom, rubbing and massaging them. “That feels nice. Keep going.”
I drop the pretense and just play with her boobs. Rubbing them, pinching nipples, squeezing. Then she pulls away and bends over, “Fuck me.”
I waste no time mounting my wife, I push her hard against the glass. Her boobs smushed, I plow into her hairy pussy, the hot water pouring over us. I pull back to just the tip and slam back in.
“Uh, uh, yeah,” she moans. The animal in me comes back, I slam hard, then pull way back, then slam back in. I slap her ass.
“YES!,” she screams, “More. MORE!”
I never knew my wife of 20 plus years liked this. So I plow her hard, smacking her ass bright red. “Cumming,” she says. I feel her release and contract, I keep going. “Wow,” she says breathlessly, “wow.” As I keep pounding, she cums twice more before I do. Her ass bright red. We clean up, before we run out of hot water. We get out, start drying off. She kisses me deeply.
“Whatever you’ve been doing, keep it up babe,” she tells me.
Okay, I think to myself, I guess I will keep fucking my slut, Maresol, if my wife likes it too. We got dressed and headed out to dinner.

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A Wife Grants Her Husband’s Birthday Wish (Part 8)

This is Part 8.

[Part 7](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/awlp3v/a_wife_grants_her_husbands_birthday_wish_part_7/)

My wife knew so much about what I liked sexually. We’ve been together for years and explored our bodies thoroughly over that time period. I knew what she liked and how she wanted it done to her. But my wife was another story when it came to doing this in the bedroom to get me going or to get me off. I’ve mentioned it here before but she knew the right set of buttons to press with me to get me right where she wanted me.

She knew my kinks and what I got off on better than any woman before. She was comfortable with it and as we shared our sexual past more and more with each other, she grew to like it.

THE NIGHT I BECAME A COCKSUCKER…

**I had met Cindy about four weeks ago and we had a few dates so far, going to a movie one night, dinner another, Netflix and pizza at home a couple of times. I found myself really liking her and enjoying her company. Intelligent and funny, she was about 5’6″ with a slim, petite figure. Her breasts were small, but I’ve always liked that and found them a huge turn on. Her hair is best described as raven black which I found particularly attractive, it matched her eyes perfectly.**

**We were on our fifth or sixth date, having a few drinks at the bar in the local pub, talking about this and that when Cindy suddenly changed the subject to sex, and asked me in a very dramatic fashion,**

**”So, John, have you ever had sex with a man?”, she asked bluntly.**

**I was so surprised by the question I just stammered out that I had not.**

**”Have you ever thought about it? Are you interested?”, she continued.**

Repost: Getting my brains fucked out, because I hooked up with my GF’s sister [MF]

I posted this a while back, but had to delete it for reasons. I am just reposting this now as requested by some.

After I had finished school I started to work in a nearby town. Working there I fell in with a new group of people. We liked to party whenever the opportunity arose. It was a pretty wild time. I had a few regular FWBs among whom was Liz. We didn’t know each other that well outside from occasionally getting drunk together and fucking like rabbits.

During a party I met Amy, her younger sister and my now girlfriend. I didn’t know at the time though that Amy and Liz were sisters. I really liked Amy so I didn’t tell her about me and her sister. And when Liz got wind of us dating, she didn’t say anything either.

Fast forward sometime we were on a road trip with Liz and a friend of hers. During a night out and after copious amounts of alcohol, the fact that I had banged Amy’s sister got out. Liz made a drunken comment about this being like the good old days, when we got blackout drunk minus the fact that now I would bang Amy into oblivion instead of Liz.

The Quiet Ones – [Arse Worship / Ass Worship], [Riding Cock], [Pussy Licking], [Small Tits], [Kissing], [Romantic], [Gentle], [Petite], [Cute] , [Lingerie], [Masturbation], [Geek], [Glasses], [Dirty Talk], [British]

I’d first met her when she started working at my office as a temp. A petite little cutie with long brown hair with a gentle and natural curl and a beautiful arse hidden under her knee-length pencil skirt. She was in her own little world with a face that rarely smiled, but which I longed to see grimaced in ecstasy, especially under those cute geeky glasses. She wasn’t like the other girls in the office. She was so quiet no one really spoke to her but I obsessed over her. I used to fantasise about fucking her, turning myself on repeating, in words in my head,  the things I would like to do with her.

I knew she was cute but I first realised she was something really special when I caught her touching herself at her desk! It was early in the morning and we’d been the first two in the office, She had come in first and was there on her own when I walked in and saw her bent slightly over, her eyes half closed and her right hand definitely not on her mouse, but down between her legs. She immediately stopped when she realised I was there and awkwardly said good morning to me. She suspected that I knew, and she was right. We spent the rest of the morning exchanging glances. Her’s trying to work out if I would tell any one else and seemingly begging me not to. Meanwhile I tried to keep a straight face, delighted that I’d finally penetrated her quiet exterior and got a glimpse that she was the saucy little thing that I had hoped she was.

A morning shower with my sister

I pulled my pillow over my head hoping for a few more minutes of precious sleep as my sisters alarm blared from across the hall. The all to familiar sound announced to the entire house that it was 5:30AM. I heard the soft sounds of shuffling as she struggled in the dark to silence her ringer. Finally, after an agonizingly long amount of time, she managed to snooze it before plopping it back down on her nightstand and continuing her slumber like nothing had even happened.

Dawn hadn’t yet begun to show through my curtains but I know that as soon the suns unforgiving rays peeped through, it would be the end to whatever hope of sleep I had left. I had just started to doze off when her alarm pierced the silence yet again jerking me fully awake. She silenced it and and once again I heard no sounds that implied she had any intention of getting up. I was now fully awake and my bedside alarm clock read 5:45. I wasn’t supposed to be up for another fifteen minutes but here I was staring into the darkness and listening to the muffled sounds my parents morning routine.