PearlNecklace
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I can't ever really sleep in. I think I'm missing the sleep-in gene, its very rarely possible for me. No matter how late I've gone to bed or how little sleep I've had or how vigorous my activity might have been throughout the night I'm usually awake early, and awake for the day.
Its usually not a problem because I can get up and start the day, do something, anything besides just lying there hoping to sleep in and finding I can't. This morning is no different, well, thats not technically true. I've already slept in longer than I have in years. How could I not when I've had your body to snuggle against and an actual reason to stay in bed.
But now my body is rebelling, its telling me its about time I got up and started the day and no matter how much I lie here and try to sleep with you its not going to work. So I slip out of bed, pulling on your shirt and wonder what to do. If I was at my place I'd check my email on my laptop or read a book, but I don't have any of those things here.
So I sit sideways on the arm chair with my legs draped over the arm and quietly review the pictures on your camera. It occurs to me that its expensive looking and perhaps that's something I should ask you about. Each picture makes me tingle, a fresh burst of arousal floods my body with each new image. I pause at the picture in the bathroom with your cock deep in my mouth and again wonder about waking you up with a blow job. But there is a part of me that wonders if you'll regret last night. And unfortunately, right now, I'm listening to that quiet voice, despite the dampness I feel on my thighs.
I glance up at you, wondering if you're awake and if you are, whats going through your mind.
Its usually not a problem because I can get up and start the day, do something, anything besides just lying there hoping to sleep in and finding I can't. This morning is no different, well, thats not technically true. I've already slept in longer than I have in years. How could I not when I've had your body to snuggle against and an actual reason to stay in bed.
But now my body is rebelling, its telling me its about time I got up and started the day and no matter how much I lie here and try to sleep with you its not going to work. So I slip out of bed, pulling on your shirt and wonder what to do. If I was at my place I'd check my email on my laptop or read a book, but I don't have any of those things here.
So I sit sideways on the arm chair with my legs draped over the arm and quietly review the pictures on your camera. It occurs to me that its expensive looking and perhaps that's something I should ask you about. Each picture makes me tingle, a fresh burst of arousal floods my body with each new image. I pause at the picture in the bathroom with your cock deep in my mouth and again wonder about waking you up with a blow job. But there is a part of me that wonders if you'll regret last night. And unfortunately, right now, I'm listening to that quiet voice, despite the dampness I feel on my thighs.
I glance up at you, wondering if you're awake and if you are, whats going through your mind.