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He loves to watch me dress & undress.
Black lace, and hosiery drapes my frame as the the room is filled with my perfume, after being freshly showered.
Some mornings, I never quiet make it to work on time as he pins me against the urgency of his morning wood, irrespective of whether or not we fell asleep exhausted from pleasuring one another during the twilight hours.
His appetite and need is as ferocious as mine.
I revel in feeling the aftermath of his cock, and the way he makes me swell, from the inside out.
In those moments, there is no tenderness, it痴 pure sexual energy that we exchange.
By lunch, I知 hungrier than ever to feel his cock planted in the depths of me, once again.
With age, I wonder how we値l emerge as we use our sick days liberally to convert to sex days once a week, on top of our morning & evening daily sex rituals.
Feverish, is an understatement as I知 bound to the sweet torment my bare flesh endures until I知 left gaping, drowsy, and dripping with his seed as the air is still infused with the scent of our passion.
Black lace, and hosiery drapes my frame as the the room is filled with my perfume, after being freshly showered.
Some mornings, I never quiet make it to work on time as he pins me against the urgency of his morning wood, irrespective of whether or not we fell asleep exhausted from pleasuring one another during the twilight hours.
His appetite and need is as ferocious as mine.
I revel in feeling the aftermath of his cock, and the way he makes me swell, from the inside out.
In those moments, there is no tenderness, it痴 pure sexual energy that we exchange.
By lunch, I知 hungrier than ever to feel his cock planted in the depths of me, once again.
With age, I wonder how we値l emerge as we use our sick days liberally to convert to sex days once a week, on top of our morning & evening daily sex rituals.
Feverish, is an understatement as I知 bound to the sweet torment my bare flesh endures until I知 left gaping, drowsy, and dripping with his seed as the air is still infused with the scent of our passion.
Published 4th Jan 2018
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4th Jan 2018 9:19pm
Anonymous
5th Jan 2018 1:37am
Love it
5th Jan 2018 1:47am
Sounds like you know how to get the most out of a day. Glad I am not the only one who has used sick days for such a purpose. Enjoyable read!
5th Jan 2018 1:53am
Feverish, is an understatement as I知 bound to the sweet torment my bare flesh endures until I知 left gaping, drowsy, and dripping with his seed as the air is still infused with the scent of our passion.
Total hotness ... made me want to take the day off ;)
~Wicked
Total hotness ... made me want to take the day off ;)
~Wicked
5th Jan 2018 7:15am
Easy to visualise, vividly put - a few favourite phrases:
"Some mornings I never make it to work on time..." - but I hope that while late it put some spring in your step!
"he pins me against the urgency of his morning wood" - the scene has probably raised some early morning woods in male readers!
"I知 left gaping, drowsy, and dripping with his seed as the air is still infused with the scent of our passion."
"Some mornings I never make it to work on time..." - but I hope that while late it put some spring in your step!
"he pins me against the urgency of his morning wood" - the scene has probably raised some early morning woods in male readers!
"I知 left gaping, drowsy, and dripping with his seed as the air is still infused with the scent of our passion."
