It is still dark in Bine's bedroom when I wake up.
I can't see the clock, I hardly know where I am.
Was it a sound that woke me up? I dont know. I lie on my side with my upper leg pulled up. Naked.
It seems to be early. If I turn on my back now, I'll wake up for good. If I stay like this, I can still doze off, still indulge in my dreams, pleasant dreams, pleasantly exciting dreams, of you and me. I still have time, I'm sure it doesn't seem important to me either. I calmly stay in my position.
Cool air on my back, is it you crawling under my covers to snuggle up to my back? I feel a breath on my neck, a gentle tingling sensation on my warm skin. I feel your mouth on my ear, tenderness flows through my body. I hear whispered words, intimacies that only you alone know. Your chest caresses my back, you too are naked. Was it your closeness that woke me up so early?
Your arm embraces me, a hand on my chest, curling the warts, accentuated by the warm breath on my shoulders. The hand at my side presses me down into the soft feathers.
The hand on my back, it slides down, grabs my bottom, encloses it tightly. It sends a tingling sensation to my ear. Fingers conquer the tenderest places between my legs as your voice tells of the pleasure in you. I don't wanna move
The hand makes room, finds a way between my legs. The fingers encircle the excitement in me, the echoes of my dream, while the words in my ear form the idea of a tongue at the excited tip. Your hand is gentle as it embraces me, caressing the balls with your wrist. Gently, how it glides up and down, the skin pulled back, the blood pumping all the way to the tip. Tenderly your breast on my back, caressing me, in the same rhythm as the hand. I enjoy every moment.
It becomes more demanding now, the hand, and my own hand comes to support it, together they continue the game. The skin pulled far back, your whisper tells how you look at the purple glans, tightly clasped in your hand, trembling with excitement. Tells of a tongue caressing the ribbon, turning around the tip. Tells of lips that wrap around the glans, sucking them into themselves. Your hand is getting faster, it feels the desire, it feels the pounding of my heart, the pulsation of my blood. My moans mix in your whispered words, my quick breath accompanies the dream you are recreating for me. The hand embraces me more tightly, more greedily, with only one goal in mind.
It trembles in your mouth with the twitches with which the juice pours, as you tell me. The hand now spreads the last drops more gently, slowly caressing me again into a gentle doze.
A ringing tears me into this realm, between sleep and waking, suddenly wide awake I sit up, feel the relaxation of the orgasm. The alarm clock rings. Your head rises to me, you want to wish me a good morning.
I can't see the clock, I hardly know where I am.
Was it a sound that woke me up? I dont know. I lie on my side with my upper leg pulled up. Naked.
It seems to be early. If I turn on my back now, I'll wake up for good. If I stay like this, I can still doze off, still indulge in my dreams, pleasant dreams, pleasantly exciting dreams, of you and me. I still have time, I'm sure it doesn't seem important to me either. I calmly stay in my position.
Cool air on my back, is it you crawling under my covers to snuggle up to my back? I feel a breath on my neck, a gentle tingling sensation on my warm skin. I feel your mouth on my ear, tenderness flows through my body. I hear whispered words, intimacies that only you alone know. Your chest caresses my back, you too are naked. Was it your closeness that woke me up so early?
Your arm embraces me, a hand on my chest, curling the warts, accentuated by the warm breath on my shoulders. The hand at my side presses me down into the soft feathers.
The hand on my back, it slides down, grabs my bottom, encloses it tightly. It sends a tingling sensation to my ear. Fingers conquer the tenderest places between my legs as your voice tells of the pleasure in you. I don't wanna move
The hand makes room, finds a way between my legs. The fingers encircle the excitement in me, the echoes of my dream, while the words in my ear form the idea of a tongue at the excited tip. Your hand is gentle as it embraces me, caressing the balls with your wrist. Gently, how it glides up and down, the skin pulled back, the blood pumping all the way to the tip. Tenderly your breast on my back, caressing me, in the same rhythm as the hand. I enjoy every moment.
It becomes more demanding now, the hand, and my own hand comes to support it, together they continue the game. The skin pulled far back, your whisper tells how you look at the purple glans, tightly clasped in your hand, trembling with excitement. Tells of a tongue caressing the ribbon, turning around the tip. Tells of lips that wrap around the glans, sucking them into themselves. Your hand is getting faster, it feels the desire, it feels the pounding of my heart, the pulsation of my blood. My moans mix in your whispered words, my quick breath accompanies the dream you are recreating for me. The hand embraces me more tightly, more greedily, with only one goal in mind.
It trembles in your mouth with the twitches with which the juice pours, as you tell me. The hand now spreads the last drops more gently, slowly caressing me again into a gentle doze.
A ringing tears me into this realm, between sleep and waking, suddenly wide awake I sit up, feel the relaxation of the orgasm. The alarm clock rings. Your head rises to me, you want to wish me a good morning.
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