There’s a pleasant stillness in the air. A cool morning breeze rustles the sheets on the open window. I open my eyes, groggily at first. It’s early yet, and the overcast grey sky gives that sense that the rest of the world is still asleep.

I stir slightly and feel the warmth of you against me. We slept in a messy tangle of limbs, spent and exhausted after our rigorous night. I crane my neck up to glance at you. You’re sound asleep, hair splayed across the pillow in a wild, unkempt mane. Even when you’re snoring like a deranged badger I must say, you’re quite damn sexy.

Something about the way you’re spread across our bed, legs apart, (magnificent) tits out. It’s not exactly ladylike, but I’m struck with just how comfortable you feel around me, how safe our bed feels. And as the grinch might saw, that thought makes my heart swell several sizes.

I kiss your neck, tasting the salt of dried sweat. You stir slightly, more annoyed really, and I move my way down, taking my time exploring you, over your shoulder, across your collarbone, down your sternum, savoring every curve and crevice. I kiss my way across your delightfully vulnerable belly and settle down between your legs.

The smell of you is intoxicating. Our room stinks of sex in that wonderful way feels almost contagious. My hands explore the soft curves of your inner thighs, caressing your aching muscles gently, and bending in to give your lips a delicate kiss.

You stir slightly, but not meaningfully and I go in for another taste. “God you taste good” is all I can manage to think as my tongue begins to move, tracing its way over your puffy lips, fingers massaging and spreading them apart ever so slightly.

I trace my way up to your tender clit, curling my lips around her and feeling that soft rush as she starts to swell reflexively in response to the gentle suction of my mouth. I kiss her tenderly, my tongue moving now, swirling around as my lips close in, tightening their grip and coaxing her until she begins to puff, then swell, then fucking throb in my mouth.

I feel her start to blossom, emerging from her little hood against the warmth of my tongue and that’s when I feel your hips move for the first time. Firm and confident against my face. I glance up and see your eyes starting to open, still groggy, looking down at me.

I feel another surge as your hips buck up against me and I see your eves more clearly now, the look in your eyes is dark and clouded with lust. You bite your bottom lip and reach down to grab a fist full of my hair. Your hips move, again and again, falling into a steady rhythm as you begin to fuck my face.

I can only manage to say one word- “Attagirl.”

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I’m Luke, 38 M and that’s just a random musing I have at the moment. If it connects and sparks anything, feel free to dm, pm, send up a flare, train a carrier pigeon, whatever is your preferred method of communicating your general craving for intimacy/expressing abject horniness.

In terms of kinks, I have many so don’t be shy. Limits are all the old chestnuts- age, non-con, scat, gore, vore. As a general rule I think sex should be fun and not cause harm. If there’s anything I truly crave it would be intimacy. I look forward to talking.