Morning Sex

Some women cringe at the idea of morning sex.

The idea repulses them.

Every crevice of your body, like a hot oven, roasts your scents throughout the night.

Your sweat fuses with your flesh creating an animalistic fragrance. Your hot breath blazing in your mouth, like a roaring fire.

Your hair is a ruffled mess like you've just walked through the Santa Ana winds.

Come on...how many have that perfect hair and makeup face like the movies portray us.

You're a Hot mess.

Your man's orifice leaking gas clouds of last night's beer and tacos.

On a hot summer morning, when the temperature under the sheet feels like 80 degrees, your only thought is a nice cool shower.

To cleanse your body of yesterday's stench so you can now have good clean sex.

I don't see repulse, I see sensuality.

I use all my senses to enhance sexual pleasure so the vision and aroma of my Lover rocks my sexual core, exciting me beyond what some people refuse to acknowledge ...dirty nasty sex.

I never had the opportunity to enjoy morning sex with my Lover.

The one thing I truly lust for.

We only had a few stolen hours a few times a month.

But those few hours were amazing!

We'd enjoyed exploring every aspect of our bodies, finding new ways to heighten our sexual pleasure. The sight, taste, touch, and smell of each other created our playground for Hot Raunchy Sex. My bed sheets, which I rarely changed, became our canvas for a mural of cum stains, ass butter, sweat, and sometimes a little piss.

Our masterpiece of desire.

After he left our afternoon delight, I'd crawl back under the warm sheets. Wrapping myself up in that sex mural and luxuriate in his scent. Closing my eyes, I'd have visions of waking with him by my side in the morning.

I would awaken by the sound of his morning piss. He would be half asleep, not caring if he shook his dick off, so I know pee residue would linger on his cock head.

I'm already creaming from rolling in his spot, on the left-hand side of the bed, damp with his moisture and funk.

As he climbs back into bed, hoping to catch extra minutes of sleep, I fulfill my craving.

I would press my tits against his back, kissing and smelling the nape of his neck.

My Lover's smell is intoxicating. I bury my face into his armpit and whiff that earthy scent.

The smell embedded in his body reminds me of wet cement, soil, and plants like a morning after a hard rain.

I've asked him not to shower before he comes to see me, the scent drives me wild.

The taste of his salty flesh dances in my mouth. His gritty sweat I would savor on my tongue. I could taste the prior day on him. I would give him a tongue bath like cats do to their kittens. Every nook and cranny I'd lick clean.

As my tongue travels down to his ass, his body begins to gyrate in rhythm with his erotic moan. A subtle purring to my ears.

Just think, all the remnants of the prior day simmering in his Ass tunnel. A decadent delight for my wanting palate.

Gingerly spreading his cheeks open, I'd press my face against him, inhaling that fragrant bouquet of flavors from his asshole. I slowly run my lips down his alley to his taint, feasting on that Ass cream. With my pointed tongue, I'd drill up his ass tunnel scooping any remaining goodness.

For extra pleasure, I'd tickle his pucker.

Working my way to his undercarriage, his balls and cock toasting in his pajamas, are nice and warm. The sight of morning wood is inevitable. He shimmies out of his PJ bottoms and there is his erect cock.

He chokes that massive meat with his hand, back and forth, occasionally grabbing his ball sack. The sight of him playing with himself makes my pussy pulsate. My eyes fixate on every stroke, as I masturbate along with him. My body becomes an inferno.

My Lovers cock is magnificent. Looking at it fully erect you'd think it's bigger than what he claims. It takes every muscle in my throat to expand wide enough to swallow him down and even then, the girth of his cock fills every inch of it.

His legs are spread wide open as I kneel over him.

I coax his cock to explode by placing my lips around the head and sucking it slightly.

The tangy flavor of piss residue is still fresh, lingering on his foreskin.

His head is now smooth and engorged.

His strokes become vigorous. His moans are becoming intense.

With his free hand, he grabs my head to steady it over his cock.

With his ass furiously bouncing on the bed, he sighs deeply, exploding all that warm and creamy man milk he was creating during the night, into my mouth.

Once he makes his deposit, I lay on top of him, press my warm lips against his and commingle that goodness with our tongues and Hot morning breath.

In a panting whisper, he asks "What's for breakfast?"

I responded, "You were Lover"