A Morning with Us

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This is a work of fiction.

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My internal clock went off and I woke up to chilly wind blowing through the window fluttering our sheer curtains. The duvet felt extra soft and I squeezed my eyes hard to soak in the feeling. I relaxed my eyes and rubbed my feet against each other. Intuitively, my hand went between my thighs and I pressed my fingers against my warm clitoris. My spine tingled with a warm shiver.

I opened my eyes and your back came into the vision. You sat in your chair, one knee propped up under your chin and the other leg resting on the chair’s footrest. Your fingers typing away on your laptop and occasionally stopping to some internal rhythm to think before typing down again. At once you straightened your back and took a deep breath, cranking your neck to the side you allowed one of your hands to take the warmth provided by your neck and then proceeded to rub the back of your ear. I saw you leaning into your own touch for good four seconds before you started typing again.

I got up and took my lazy feet toward you. The moment my lazy eyes met your somber ones, you eased your knee down and I sat on your lap. Your right thigh took most of my weight as I sat facing your laptop. With one hand, I held both of your hands and pressed ctrl+s with the other.

You groaned and pressed your nose against my shoulder bone inhaling my scent. I let go of your hands and inched my back closer to you. Your hands swiftly went inside my t-shirt, hugging me tight from behind.

“Warm,” you moaned as you nuzzled deeper into my back.

I cracked a smile.

“Good morning, What exactly are you writing?”

“Um?” You responded as if you had just gotten out of a trance. “Ah. “Yet another erotica,”

“About?”

You were slithering your way through my t-shirt at this point.

“You are so warm. I am falling asleep,” You mumbled. Your words reverberated across my skin.

“Does it involve two women?” Or is it between a man and a woman?” I instigated.

“Um…It Tuzla Escort revolves around two women and…”

“You are writing a threesome?” My surprise was evident and I was high on alert.

“Um-hm,”

I arched my back as I felt a kiss. I lean forward and your head popped out of my t-shirt.

“Are you not the jealous type anymore?”

“I think so,” said the author. Your dreamy eyes met mine. With that revelation, I felt a pang of jealousy.

The most intriguing aspect of you has always been your habit of choosing humans as your muse and discarding them from your life as one would do with worn clothes after rigorous use.

A trait that had me drawn towards you and at the same time kept me from going too close to your mind.

I couldn’t help but wonder who your current muse was.

Your eyes then went back to the screen and you started typing with your left hand with your right hand still wrapped around my waist.

“Would you mind if I play with you while writing?” You asked kissing my shoulder.

I nodded slowly still wondering.

Your left hand typed away as if you were subconsciously channeling those divine words while your right hand slipped into the waistband of my shorts.

“Baby, you are so wet. Are you ovulating or you woke up wet?” Your words rang into my ear with authority.

“Could be both,” I replied.

“It could be. Your body is warm, your tummy is slightly bloated, and your vagina is wet,” I felt you kiss my back as your fingers moved through my pubic hair.

“Perhaps I’m in heat,” I joked, smiling.

“My my, your hair feels damp too,” You said cupping my pussy in your palm. “Warm, moist…”

You made me turn my face away from the keyboard for a while. A kiss was responsibly planted on my lips. Your tongue brushed against mine, grazing over my upper lip while your finger began to draw small circles on my clit.

I shuddered and had to hold onto your hand.

“…sensitive,” A sigh escaped from your lips. “I am scared Tuzla Escort Bayan to intrude into your flesh. I am afraid it’ll engulf me right away,”

“Oh, it will,” I said and kissed you on the mouth.

It happened just as I said. Her finger went swiftly into me.

“You are so warm inside out, baby” You moan into my mouth.

You pull your lips away from mine and your eyes again landed back on the screen. Your left hand returned to the keyboard and began typing. Your right hand wreaked havoc inside me. Subsequently, two of your fingers were engulfed by my sex. I rode your fingers as you wrote.

“Show me your tits, baby,” the request poured into my ears and I promptly decided to discard my top.

“Nah. Simply lift it and tuck it under your chin, babe.”

Your perverted vision only flooded me down there and I squirmed at the act of such vulgarity. You are so nonchalantly perverted that it feels civilized to behold.

“Are these hurting you, baby?” What’s the deal with your inquiries? It only made things more difficult.

I turned around to see you staring at my nipples with an unfathomable gaze, then back at me.

“I would never hurt you, you know,” You said earning a laugh from me. The stare was nothing but a dilemma. A grave problem that forced you to choose between being a concerned spouse and a perverted human.

How can one manage to be so hopelessly cute?

I rose from your lap, and your hand returned to your lap.

“Come here,” I said, grabbing your hand. I led you to our unmade but still warm bed.

You lay on your back, your elbows supporting you. I straddled your waist after getting rid of my shorts completely. I displayed to you my glistening pussy dripping with my wetness. And I heard you swallow.

“Allow me,” I said as I removed your pajama bottoms. I positioned myself between your thighs by spreading your legs.

“That wet pussy is giving me chills,” I remarked. With that came the duvet over my head and covering me whole and Escort Tuzla up to your waist.

“Better?”

“Much better,”

I kissed your abdomen and lingered for a while at your inner thighs. I didn’t grab onto your thighs as they give you unwanted tingles, so I just kissed and rubbed my nose against them. As I descend, I let spit accumulate on my tongue before going down on you.

When I plant a kiss on your clit, you grab my head and make eye contact. I had tunnel vision of your face because of the duvet covering my periphery.

“How come everything about you is so warm today?”

I smiled and got back to business. I licked those fleshy lips and nudged that sex, taking care not to overstimulate your bud. But my nose has got to do the work. As my tongue lapped on your slick slit, my nose got rubbed against your clit.

“Suck on it, please,”

Ah! there comes the plea I was waiting for.

“Sure, my love,”

The passage of time was steady and slow. Your legs were wrapped around my back. Everything was becoming too much for me, so my fingers dug into my hole and filled it. As I sucked on your pussy, I squeezed my legs together, allowing my fingers to get crushed between my walls to savor the sensation entirely.

I collapsed between your legs after we finished. You stretched your legs along my back and squeezed my body comfortably between them. I hugged you even tighter and wrapped my arms around your lower back.

“Why do you want to write a threesome?” I mumbled.

“I felt like doing so,”

“Out of nowhere?” Your fingers gently massaged my scalp.

“Um hm. Come here let’s sleep,” You pulled me up and I dragged my body to fall beside you like heavy luggage.

I snuggled under your chin and you pressed our chests together.

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I felt rested when I woke up again to the smell of lunch. The same window now filtered warm sun into our room.

Everything was warm.

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I am grateful to those who found my words enjoyable.

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With lots of love, Imaaya.

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