Morning Glory     Morning Glory

 by Pita Patter

  

 Author's Website: http://www.geocities.com/pitapattr

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 Author's Notes: Snapshot. Sap warning.

 Story Notes: 

 

 

 Morning Glory 

 I mentioned it just once. That was all it took. Not that he does it for
me everyday, but it is quite often. When I told him I had a hard-on almost
every morning, I've seen those clear eyes I adore sparkle up. Since then,
waking up is the most exciting part of my day. 

 With that acute hearing of his and his annoying habit of waking up at the
crack of dawn, he can tell when I am at the verge of consciousness. That
is when he starts to coax my natural erection. I am not even wake, but my
cock is already alert and eager, filling his mouth. 

 Many mornings I fail to distinguish dream and reality as pleasure assail
my body, rippling through in my veins before I am even fully conscious. I
look down, and there is that beautiful head bobbing up and down, devouring
my length. His eyes are fixed on mine, pools of love and trust. I just
melt. 

 He is gentle, he is eager. Nobody ever made me feel like he does. I still
cannot believe he is mine. Still each morning this beautiful reality
greets me before the sun is even up. Sometimes he is squeezing my cock,
maybe harbouring it inside his mouth, or pressing it against his own
beautiful engorged organ. 

 I am helpless against his caresses. There is nothing I can do except lay
down and be milked. A few times I tried to take control, and he easily
subdued me. Not that I resist much, of course. He slurps me around a few
times, I explode in no time at all and there I am, satisfied, grinning,
wrapped around him, absurdly content. Happy to be alive and to be with
him. 

 When still in post-coital bliss, I feel his light kisses at the nape of
my neck. He turns me around, or spread my legs to get between them. I
shudder, knowing what he is about to do and wanting it so much. Gently, oh
so gently, he takes me. Not surprisingly, I get hard again as he possesses
my body and conquers my soul. 

 The soft sounds he makes when he is pounding my ass turns me on even
more. What have I done to deserve such a man? I know he has issues, and he
is kinda needy. But I get so turned on to realise that he needs me, and
that I can give him what he needs. I love him so much I am willing to do
anything for him. I will do whatever it takes. Even if it merely means to
love him when we go to sleep or when we wake up. Or sometimes during lunch
hour. Or afternoons, when we are off duty. But mornings are so special. So
glorious. 

 We often make love unhurriedly, but sometimes it is so eagerly that it is
over even before the alarm clock buzzes. It is not every day, but every
day it happens I feel a spring on my feet, more readiness during the day,
better appetite. 

 It's just what the doctor prescribed. A Benny in the morning makes a
happy Vecchio all day long. 

 The End 

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