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flanel

 a chilly fall night
wore new flannel pjs to bed rather than my usual nothing
didn't notice she had put on new flannel sheets

when I was a kid, teachers used flannel boards in the classroom,
small flannel cutouts that adhered to a board covered with flannel,
used to tell stories or illustrate lessons

the lesson I failed to learn then,
was that
flanel adheres to flannel

as I rolled over, waiting for her to come to bed,
I was quickly cocooned in sheets

as I tried to unroll the cocoon,
I was wrapped more snuggly

soon,
head covered, eyes blind, mouth muffled
one arm pinned above my head,
other arm wrapped across my chest
legs immobilized
I laid trapped on my back

I waited, motionless, for her to come to bed.

I heard a muffled snicker, a giggle, an outright laugh
then silence

soon I discovered that I was not entirely encased in sheets,
a finger,
then two,
then more,
and finally an entire hand
worked their way inside the sheets
and
inside my pajama fly

there it softly grasped my, until that very instant, flaccid dick
in moments it was not her hand that was inside the sheets
but my dick that was pointing out of its entrapment

her silent stroking, fondling, caressing
was causing an, not entirely involuntary, engorging
my hips were rocking in rhythm to her actions
an effect not unlike a mummy writhing in its wrappings

at the moment when stopping was the last thing on my mind
she stopped
I heard the door open
then close
silence

soaked with sweat under layers of flannel
erect, engorged and throbbing
actually vibrating
and trapped

a feather across the sole of my foot
involuntary jerking of my legs

a not quite muffled giggle

another tickle, and another,
then nothing

a tongue traced my dick from bottom to tip
down again, round and round
lips wetly kissed the tip
mouth opened and took me in
all the way in
and out

a hand found its way inside the sheets to caress my balls
tease them, stroke them, squeeze them

again, the very moment that stopping was not something I could imagine,
she stopped
opened her mouth
and vanished into silence

my ache at that moment was double
you've heard, no doubt, of blue balls
can you imagine engorgement contained,
both demanding relief
that I could not cause to come

the bed rocked
hands on my waist
wetness dripping onto the tip of my dick
a few second's pause (seemed like hours)
the most amazing feeling
as my dick was slowly consumed by her cunt
tip parting lips, entering her heaven,
rising into her as she lowered herself onto me
as aroused, engorged as I was,
I thrust up (as best I could) into her
her groan matched my muffled moan

her rising and lowering
quickened, became frantic

our cuming was simultaneous
mine, near violent
her's close to savage

nothing like that before

too tired to care if I was unwrapped,
fell asleep

later awoke
to: her asleep on top of me
to: cold, sticky, post sex wetness cooling my groin
to: a new found joy in her spontaneous playfulness
to: wondering when we might experience such sex as this again
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