An Unexpected Awakening
It was less ‘waking with a start’ and more ‘slowly waking to a finish’. Finishing an orgasm, to be precise. It was the environmental cues, muted and fuzzy-muddled in the… Read more »
It was less ‘waking with a start’ and more ‘slowly waking to a finish’. Finishing an orgasm, to be precise. It was the environmental cues, muted and fuzzy-muddled in the… Read more »
There is just something about the warm fuzzies of an orgasmic afterglow. It’s less an ending than a slow fade…
A raspberry, I think, picturing the just-ripened juicy pink-red in my mind and transferring the plump-soft memory of unplucked-from-the-vine succulence to the resistance-spring give of swollen flesh pulsing – aroused,… Read more »
Late summer. Morning sun soft on still-tan sleep-warmed skin. Words of want greet my still-sleepy vision as I loll toward consciousness. “I want to cum,” he says via text. But… Read more »