6:15

Let’s just get straight to it. This is one for the couples who like to risk being late for work for some morning pleasure.

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Alarm sounds at 6:15 a.m. and you press silent. Falling back to sleep because he has already worn you out and you just want to sleep till the last second. Somehow you fall into a deep sleep and start dreaming about filling your mouth with his piece. Not just filling it up but slurping and stroking and caressing. Looking into his eyes as you go up and down, wrapping your tongue all around it. He’s gripping the pillows and kicking the covers onto the floor. Just when he tries to grab the back of your head you push his hands away and tell him don’t touch my pinup. Go right back to sucking, this time only letting your tongue do the work. Your random act of pushing his hand away caught him off guard but turned him on more because you’re taking control. Now you’re massaging him while you work up more saliva causing it to run down in between his nut sack. 6:30 a.m. the next alarm sounds and you wake up…

 

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Damn, did I really just dream all of that? No….my first thoughts are did I say anything in my sleep and did he hear me. If not, then I can easily just get dressed and get ready for work. But what if he did hear me and now he will be disappointed that I’m not giving him morning head. I’m just going to get dressed it’s already 6:30 and I do not want to be late today. (Looking over at him) He’s so fucking sexy just laying there. Let me just touch it. Moments later and now you’re acting out that dream. He’s loving every second of it. I’m thinking I know it has to be 6:45 by now. We have 20 mins before we need to be walking out the door. Still going at it. Now he’s really turned on. He tells me as much as he wants to bust in my mouth, he needs to beat this nut out.

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Now I’m bent over gripping the sheets, trying not to be too loud. Forget the time because this feels amazing. I can afford to be late. Stop thinking about work and enjoy this hard piece of meat inside your guts. He grabs the back of my hair and I’m like forget the pinup. Pull my hair babe. 6:47 a.m. jumping into the shower, now we’re rushing. I’m running down the stairs putting on clothes. He’s in the kitchen preparing lunches. Last words before we walk out the door, “Do you have everything?” We both know we are missing something but we need to leave out this house before we go for round two.

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Of course I was late because of this damn traffic in this city is horrible. So no, I am not going to blame the morning pleasure from my lover. I am blaming traffic for my lateness. One day I will work when I want and morning pleasures will be a norm.

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4 a.m.

Pulls hair

Smacks cheeks

Fuck me!

 

Sweat dripping

Bodies gliding

Slither in

Slide out

 

Cream explosion

Nipples solid

Back scratching

Ride it

 

Lips gripping

Eye staring

Tears flowing

Love me!

The heart wins again….(poem)

The alarm sounded for me to wake for the day. Opening my eyes, I wanted to still be dreaming. Reality has sunken in that we are not neighbors. Your bed is your bed and my bed, well it’s just springs hidden under some cushion. But I can’t complain because this bed is what comforts me. These pillows have become my tissue. These sheets are like your hands holding me tight. The air flows through the vent like the whispers of your voice.

There will be no knock on the door. No ringing of the bell. Sitting on the front porch waiting for you to walk by. If only I could see over the horizon. Look into your eyes and capture the sun rising or watch it set. You are there and I’m, well I’m lonely. Prevented myself from loving you but the heart wins again. ~J.A.A.G 

7 a.m. (poem)

7 a.m.

Look into my eyes
And tell me something special.
They say April showers brings May flowers
But I just want you to Awaken the butterflies
That live inside
Not literally
But it’s what you do to me
I’m watching you as you walk away
Visions of you and me
Oh the things that could be
Lots of laughs and good times
Mixed emotions going through the motions
This is supposed to be just for fun
Yes, just for fun
But you can’t spell fun without U
So what am I going to do
When there’s no more light to my flame
Not sure if I’m strong enough to continue
But damn it feels so good
Wet mornings, wet mornings
The rain slowly trickles down
Light creeping between the clouds
Then you come to me
Whisper sweet nothings inside me ear
And get me aroused
Containing ourselves throughout the night
But when the morning time hits
Oh, oh, oh
What a sight what a view
I want to feel all of you
Baby, baby
We’re running out of time
So enough with the talking
And let’s make music with our body parts
Let’s make love with our minds
And not our hearts.

~J.A.A.G