It’s a full moon. (No this is not a werewolf story. Wanted to get that out of the way so as not to disappoint anyone) It’s late. Or it’s early, or maybe it’s both. We’re in bed, our wonderful king sized bed which either allows us to sleep in a real pile or have our space.

We’re both asleep, or somewhere between asleep and awake. We’re tossing and turning, meeting in the middle where we fall into a haphazard cuddle.

Your leg is slung over my waist, an arm across a shoulder. We’re in pajamas, this was not a particularly sexy night when we got into bed.

But the moon has other ideas.

Our breath deepens. I become slightly aware of the warmth of our bodies together. I don’t even open my eyes but I feel your leg shift and she brushes across me and I suddenly become aware of how swollen my cock is. He’s not hard, just… taking up space, announcing himself.

Your breasts press against my chest, I run a warm sleepy hand down your shoulder, over your ribcage. I feel your nipple perk against me almost instantly. My firm hand wanders more, exploring the curve and crevice of your hip, then back up over your tender belly to your breast. Cupping her in my hand.

I hear you gasp softly and realize you’re half awake too. We don’t speak. But our mouths find each other. Teeth clink occasionally but it’s a good kiss.

Then it gets hungry. The kissing intensifies. Tongues wander. My hand frames your face and I kiss you like I fucking mean it. Your hand starts to trace across my chest.

My hand glides down to your waist, and feels your legs part slightly for me. I rest my hand firmly on your mound. Not striking or rubbing, just sort of firmly cupping your pussy. Letting you feel held. Safe. Taken.

Your hand drifts under the waistband of my shorts, groping for my cock and my fingers trace slow steady lines on either side of your clit. Tracing firm circles and feeling her wake up, puff, swell and come furiously and enthusiastically to life. The kissing is loud and sloppy now, and I reach two fingers up to your lips and hold them there, you kiss them, let me trace them over your tongue, then our eyes open and meet and recognizing my cue through the haze of lust, you spit on my fingers.

You kiss me again and my hand dives down, slipping beneath your pajama bottoms, cupping your mound again, putting pressure on your clit with the palm of my hand and this time calmly slipping two fingers into your warm, glistening slit. She drinks me in and it feels like heaven. It’s not long before I feel the soft spongey paradise that is your gspot. I stroke her firmly and you growl in my mouth like a cat in heat. I start to trace steady, firm unrelenting strokes over her as your breathing grows ragged and you cling to me for dear life as the tension builds.

You open your eyes momentarily to see me. “Don’t hold back” Is all I say.

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Hi I’m Luke. I’m 38 and I’m up much too late, hence the rambly horny nonsense. If it connected and sparked anything, feel free to contact me via answering service or candygram. Or just send me a chat.

If the body types of internet strangers matter to you- I’m 6’0, lean and athletic, with kind hazel eyes and a beard.

I very much look forward to our conversation.