Good Morning, care for a shag? (SPF) (1105 hits)
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Submitted by EatMeCompletely (View user info) at 2004-09-03 13:54:42 EDT
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What did I do? This rhetorical question played back in my mind a few times before quelling itself.
The morning was cartoonish. The birds were talking to each other. The sun had a fucking smile, for Christ's sake. I was expecting Mickey and Minnie to frolic by my back-door, hand in hand, any minute. Only, I knew the truth in what I did; four hours ago I had gotten laid. Scratch that: I had just partaken in some of the most amazing sex in my life and Goofy was sure to be following Mickey and Minnie.
I awoke in the morning just as the sun had finished stretching for its day-long run. I went into the kitchen to brew some life-blood and scrounge up some breakfast.
Typically, functional thought process is not my strong suit in the morning. However, that particular morning, I was firing on all but one cylinder and after a cup of joe, I was guaranteed rational discourse.
I wish that I could say that I was thinking of the impact of western civilization on eastern culture. I wasn't. I was thinking of a gorgeous, young lady that lay sleeping in my bed. She was probably as naked as I left her. Sunlight probably spilled onto her in uneven shapes. Her nipples would be hard from the chill in my house.
A shit-eating grin slowly crept its way onto my face. The devil nesting on my shoulder spoke up.
"You dog. You'll be notching your belt later, if I have anything to say about it."
Soon, she would hear the stirring in the kitchen and rouse, herself. That wasn't an altogether bad thing. I half-expected her to be ready to go again. Expected isn't the word that I wanted to use. I wanted her to be ready for another roll in the hay.
I broke the eggs and stirred them in the only clean bowl in the cabinet. Scrambled eggs with a side of white toast is the breakfast of champions and cherry-thieves, alike. I hear my stereo come on and something jazzy spill out of it. It was the local progressive station's Sunday-morning jazz show. She didn't change it. I was surprised and impressed.
She made her way into the kitchen, smiling the whole way. Somehow, she had gotten prettier in the twenty minutes or so, since I had left the warmth of her embrace. She kissed the nape of my neck and kept going, speechless, to the bathroom. I went back to my eggs.
I heard the toilet flush. She came out of the bathroom and I asked, "How did you sleep?"
"Like a corpse." She paused and looked like she wanted to say something else. Before she could, I spoke up.
"Are you hungry?"
"I could eat," she replied and as she did, made her way towards me. I never had a chance to say another word relating to this conversation.
She kissed me deeply, as though it might have been her last kiss of this earth. Her hand gently caressed the wounds of the night before on my back and she pulled me in close. I was at attention and she reached her hand down into my flannel pants. She touched me with such a yearning, that it was contagious and I had to have her again.
My roommate was gone for the weekend and wouldn't be back until later that night. All of the curtains in the house were open as if I were begging all to watch. She moved down on me and looked up with innocence of a good girl about to do a bad thing. It was so sexy. I turned off the stove and in my mind said, "Fuck you, eggs."
I pulled her up after a few minutes. I threw the dish-rack and toaster on the floor, haphazardly. I picked her up and set her there, on the counter. My eyes were closed, but I see everything by touch. Our lips met and I could feel the dampness between her legs. Again, she pulled me close as though my leaving her vicinity pained her. She reached below my waist and guided me inwards.
Bless the low counters in that house. The angle was perfect and she came before I was even halfway through. She showed no indication of wanting to slow. She hopped into my arms and crashed down to straddle my hips and then stood on her own accord. She took me by the hand and led me into the bathroom. She bent over the sink and motioned me to follow. Her eyes said she didn't want to be loved; she wanted to be fucked.
I pumped hard and rhythmic, keeping time. I put both of my hands on her shoulders and calculatingly moved them down to her hips. She must have known that this was my favorite position. I wanted to move forward endlessly, to go deeper and deeper. I wouldn't last much longer and I told her this. She told me to come on her back. I had to oblige her request.
I had just created a nymphomaniac.
We took a shower together with a little petting and washing of each other. She went to the bedroom and put on some of my sweats, as I returned to my eggs, not the least bit hungry. While she was changing, my roommate came home. He was early by about eight hours.
My roommate and exchanged looks when she exited my room. My eyes shrugged their imaginary shoulders, as if to say, "I don't know."
The look that he managed was more accusing. I was certain that we'd have a long talk about this later. Did I mention that she was one of his best friends?
To be continued...
User Reviews
Submitted by ruthless (user info) at 2005-02-02 16:33:12 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
My oh my I miss my boyfriend.
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2004-10-01 01:48:36 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
giddy up!
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2004-09-03 19:00:34 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Well, I believe you.
Except for the sex part.
I believe you woke up and stuff.
Submitted by EatMeCompletely (user info) at 2004-09-03 15:42:15 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Oh, and Shlongy, this happened, I assure you. I only added minimal things for the story.
Submitted by EatMeCompletely (user info) at 2004-09-03 15:21:16 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
I've decided that this story will be five parts. I'll be posting part three next week around Wednesday, if anyone cares. It does get more interesting, however I wanted to keep with the sex post Friday theme.
Thanks for reading and Have a great holiday weekend! I'm off to Cape May, NJ!! WOO!
Submitted by bcwoods26 (user info) at 2004-09-03 14:54:55 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Good story!
Submitted by runninginplace (user info) at 2004-09-03 14:49:45 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2004-09-03 14:21:13 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I was thoroughly engorged.
Submitted by RamJetMax (user info) at 2004-09-03 14:09:22 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Still good. Keep em coming.
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2004-09-03 14:02:02 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Well, I know this is fiction because this NEVER really happens.
But it was good.
"I felt it move".
"What".
"IT".