A Sensual Saturday Waking

Live, from Toronto, it’s Saturday morning!


No kids this weekend. Nothing specific to do.

Unfortunately, no one to do nothing with. This is the worst part of these mornings.

Let’s be honest…arousal does not take much when a guy is still in that mystical half-awake state.

A simple roll over in the dawn light, cuddle into her back, and kiss of the shoulder would be the beginning. Then to whisper her name in her ear as the newly formed erection pushes at her requesting access to the most warm of places.

Of course, she would then spread her legs just enough to allow the tip of that erection to find her clit and embrace it. The penis always embraces the clitoris before going past…well, it should…it is the polite thing to do.

Once inside, in her warmth and wet, all movement stops. We just remain cuddled and loins locked together. A few moments of simple embrace before slow thrusts begin.

Her moans beckon me deeper.

Dammit…I hate waking alone on days like this. Seems I cannot continue this as something must be dealt with. The curse of writing erotica while single is so often having to deal with the physical results my own stories can cause.

I should probably buy Kleenex stocks based on what I do.

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