I love being in bed with you, all the pillows surrounding us, our bodies pressed naked and tight against one another.
I love how I fit in the crook of your arm and chest. That spot where I fit so well.
I love how my left hand so perfectly falls upon that set of cock and balls. It is the most natural of resting places.
You read to me at night. Mostly kinky stories, the fantasies of others, but it doesn’t matter. I love your voice. You are deep and sexy, quiet and strong when you read to me. It is one of my most favorite things.
I love too listening to how your breathing changes as my cupped hand begins to squeeze those beautiful balls. Sometimes I will simply apply light pressure as I clench them in my fist, and other times I will squeeze tightly, watching and feeling you struggle for composure. I insist that you keep reading, not breaking pace with the story, and yet I will torture you. I love how my hand fits around that stiff cock as you read, and again, you are not permitted distraction.
I love your body. Your skin is amazing to me. I know every inch of you, and every inch I treasure.
Reading will get me through the winter, I think. You, reading, that body, those toys that fit so nicely in my hand….all the things I need to make it through, with you by my side.
I am a fortunate man, I know, as evidenced in Madame’s latest post. She is enjoying writing here and I hope she continues to do so. But my thoughts sometimes are far more base than hers. Especially when I am awakened in the manner I was this morning. She pulled at my collar, but I didn’t understand what she wanted. I started to get up out of bed, but she pushed me around and then pulled again on the collar, sliding my head off the edge of the bed. Now I understood. Drowsy and still sleepy, it took a moment.
Without my glasses, it was also hard to focus on any one thing, but it soon became very easy as I was able to focus on her beautiful pink rosebud as she spread her cheeks, planted that rosebud squarely on my tongue and I licked happily at it. It was a very clear image of it that I saw, her hands spreading herself open to reveal that spot to me. She was shower fresh, but there was still no doubt that I was tonguing her asshole and I went at it with gusto. She knew the effect she was having on me and, after smothering me with her bottom, she reached for the evidence. My cock was thick and heavy, fully swollen in its arousal. Indeed, she knew what she was doing. I tried to reach for it myself and she batted my hands away, so I put them under my back while she stroked me, whispered sweet somethings in my ear and brought me close to the edge.
“Time to get up boy, you have a busy day ahead of you.”
Not much going on this morning, though Mistress was horny and played with me this morning a little. She found my cock hard when she woke up, as my body has taken to getting a woody when her alarm goes off (Pavlov!) in the idea that there might be sex involved. This was not, however, her choice of time to use her cock, so she went to have her coffee while I snoozed.
On her return, she found a sleepy dog and a sleepy cock in the bed though it didn’t take much time to wake either, though I think the cock was fully awake before I was. I also was able to revel in a brief little bit of oral pleasure as her loveliness wet my cock with her mouth to make it ready for her. It wasn’t necessary to wet it that much, however, as she was already wet and I easily slid into her as she settled herself on top of me. She rode for several minutes, feeling my cock swell to it’s thickest point, which is where it really does tend to stretch her out. I managed to keep myself in check and did not have to ask her to stop a single time.
She’s on top, where she belongs
Time got the better of us, however and she needed to jump into the shower and then off to work. I snoozed a little more until she came back from her shower, then went for my own coffee as she took over the bedroom. (It’s a small bedroom after all. Only one of us can do the morning dressing rituals at a time!)
We made out a little more before she left and I was at the kitchen sink, naked, doing the dishes as she left. The roommates even stayed away while I finished up in the kitchen, which was nice, particularly since she took the hairbrush to my bottom for a couple cheeky remarks I made this morning. I certainly started my day off well and I think Madame did as well.