I LOVE morning sex
I know, I can hear you thinking; but you love sex any time don’t you? And you would be right, I do. Morning sex, mid-morning, lunchtime, afternoon, evening, bedtime, even middle of the night sex. I really do cherish my sleep and tend to need a fair few hours to be able to function well but I have never been annoyed about being woken up for sex in the dead of night. In fact I may have been the one doing the waking. Certainly something The Gentleman accused me off a week or so ago. To be honest it was his own fault for turning over and wrapping himself round me. His bicep was right there and it felt so good running my hand over it and….
Wait, this post is not about middle of the night sex, even if it was fucking amazing middle of the night sex, this is about the divine pleasures of waking in the morning with your partner and starting the day in the best way possible.
I know there are a lot of people for whom the morning is a time when they like to be left alone but for me, sex of some sort is the best way to begin a day. It is the time of day I am mostly likely to masturbate. Most mornings when I wake I feel some degree of horn, more often than not it is fairly intense and so if there is time I will reach for a dildo and make myself come before falling out of bed and getting on with the rest of the day. Sometimes if I have had a sex dream the dildo is not required, in fact very little is required, just a few rubs of my clit and I will come. I have even been known to wake up orgasming. It has lessened as I have aged but it happened to me a few weeks ago, my orgasm jarring me out of sleep and out of my dream. It is a beautiful way to begin a day.
As is waking up with a lover.
There is a intimacy to it that adore, when you bodies are still warm and relaxed from sleep and you reach out to one another, there are maybe mumbled words of greeting and soft gentle sighs of pleasure as you are reunited in a new day. Sometimes it stays like that, a soft gentle coupling as your bodies come together again and other times it is the start of something more intense. From gentle touches, and soft caresses come urgent hands twisted in your hair, fingers digging into your thighs as they drag you to the edge of the bed and pin you in place.
Starting the day with a morning blow job and a mouth full of his cum is better than any cup of coffee as far as I am concerned, or his fingers buried deep in my cunt filling me up until I orgasm, bathing his hand in my juices. Then you lay and bask in one another for just a tiny bit longer before the day demands you get up. Those are the morning starts that I love and crave.
And so this picture
Confession; I actually took this is the late afternoon as the sun was setting while I waited for him to arrive but the reason for posting it here is because the next morning, after he has already satisfied himself in me again I wandered to this window and pushed it wide. Leaning out into the early morning sun I breathed in the dewy late summer air. My body ached in that way it does when it has been thoroughly used for mutual pleasure.
I could hear him moving around the room behind me but then he spoke
‘Don’t move’ he said as he came up behind me.
The evening before after taking pictures I had moved a chair into the window to sit and watch the sun dipping below the horizon as I waited for him. Now he used it to lift my knee onto and then he was pushing his cock into me. He fucked me so hard up against the window sill that the next morning in the shower I would discover a deep dark bruise blooming on my hip. Looking out along the building I could see other rooms with their window open. I wonder if they had couples fucking in them too. I wonder if anyone heard us. I hope maybe they did and knew that we were starting our day in the best possible way, with glorious passionate morning sex.