The current prompt on Quote Quest asks us to consider the following:
“A morning coffee is my favourite way of starting the day, settling the nerves so that they don’t later fray.”– Marcia Carrington
Now, I am not a morning person, and I will freely admit that coffee is definitely one of my vices, and once I’m up and out of bed, there is a certain truth to the above quote. When faced by a mountain of paperwork or case notes that need reviewing, there sometimes feels like there isn’t going to be enough coffee to see me through it.
Often though, my day starts much earlier than my first mug of coffee, and when it does, it often goes along the following lines…
I wake up feeling warm and relaxed. I can feel Master C’s body, hard and warm behind me as He holds me close, His breath warm against my neck. I wriggle gently against Him, letting Him know I am awake; pressing back against His early morning erection.
A kiss on my neck, a gentle squeeze of my boob is all it takes to ignite my desire. I moan softly and rock my hips, Master C’s cock slips between my legs.
His hand travels over my body, starting with my boobs; my nipples stiffen as Master C gently teases them. The stubble on His chin scratches my shoulder as He nuzzles into my neck and I feel my cunt respond, growing warmer and moister with every second.
His hand slides lower; I part my legs slightly to ease His access. A finger slips between my lower lips and works its way inside me. I moan and grind myself against Master C’s hand. My cunt grows wetter and hotter as my body responds to His attentions.
Master C slips His finger from my cunt. I take His hand and lift it to my mouth. I take His finger between my lips, tasting myself.
I reach down between my legs. I wrap my fingers around Master C’s cock and begin to rub the head between my lips and over my clit; teasing myself, building my arousal.
His hands caress my boobs; His fingers tease my nipples. Tingles run through me as I work the head of Master C’s cock over my clit.
I shift on to my back, Master C moves above, positioning Himself between my legs. His cock, presses against me; I spread my legs slightly, moving, my hips, to accept Him.
He pushes into me; I clutch at His back as His cock fills me.
Our bodies move; Master C sinks into me, slowly but forcefully, filling me, stretching me. His pubic bone grinds against my clit, neurons spark in the pleasure centres of my brain.
The pace increases. Hearts pound, breathing quickens. My body begins to shake, my cunt grips His cock tightly.
Master C pushes harder, more forcefully, impaling me on His wonderful cock. My orgasm builds inside me. I moan more loudly as I let the pleasure wash over me.
He groans. His body tenses. A strangled gasp escapes Him as Master C erupts inside me, filling me with His seed; hot, thick and sticky inside me.
He collapses on to me, breathing hard, pinning me beneath Him. Finally, Master C rolls off; we cling to each other, holding each other close as His cum dribbles from my cunt.
We doze; that languid post-fuck drowsiness holds us until the alarm clock sounds and a new day starts.
So yes, my morning coffee is a very important part of my routine, but I think my favourite start to the day looks more like what I have just described; then followed by coffee, of course…