Tag Archives: Morning Sex (of a sort)

Good Boy

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The pressure of my bladder – full, but not uncomfortable – nudges me toward consciousness.  Keeping my eyes closed against the morning, I slowly untwist my body beneath the tangled sheets… Read more »


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I am aching and swollen, slick with desire, lethargic from sleep, burning inside and out from hot fevered dreams. Not quite awake, not yet aware. The barrier between dreamscape and… Read more »