Good Boy
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 »
Tag: Morning Sex (of a sort)
Hot
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 »