Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Seven Minutes Before Work

The night is slowly fading, giving way to the newly dawning day. 6:38am. My first thoughts lend to impracticality and disdain for being awoken before my set alarm, but the sudden cool gentle breeze that sweeps gently over my breasts and a soft touch against my inner thigh gingerly usher the disdain away. I yawn and stretch and feel the rippling of desire stirring between my legs.


"Good Morning," he whispers, his breath now warm against my breasts. I can feel his smile as he gathers my budding nipple between his teeth, teasing me gently out of sleep's lingering grasp.

With a sudden sense of urgency he slaps my ass and orders me up and out of bed, to which I happily comply and scurry off to the washroom without any further instruction.

This is the morning ritual.

When I return with my bladder empty and my teeth squeaky clean, he's sitting on the edge of the bed waiting.


I growl and crawl up under him only to receive a deep guttural rumble in return and a twist to my now fully erect nipples. I let out a small shriek at the touch, and he pulls back, kneading my breast lightly and adorning them with warm gentle kisses.

"They're sensitive this morning," I whisper amongst giggles. He laughs and kisses my cheek.

"What about here?" he asks, digging his two fingers in amongst the folds between my legs. I instinctively let out a little gasp at the touch. He laughs, pressing harder while I squim away.

"Where do you think you're going?" he growls, wrapping his free hand around my neck. I relax and feel the pressure build around my neck and between my legs, and with hot wet kisses to my neck, my body feels fully alive; there is no lingering sleep left here.

He pulls me over to the edge of the bed and lets my feet dangle freely as his hands wander upwards and his kisses more farther away. I feel his breath on my clit, but he dances around it, kissing the crease of my thighs and lingering purposefully along each side of my lips. But his breath returns to my clit, and after agonizing moments I feel the warmth of his tounge begin to trace its edges and finally the warmth of his mouth as he takes me in.

I let out a little sigh.

"It's been a while since you've had this," he whispers, his warm breath toying with my clit.

I only moan in response.
He kisses my clit deeply once more, and the sensation is gone - "Time to go to work," he announces, patting my thigh in consolation.

I look at the clock.

6:53am.

"You have seven minutes!" I whine.
I'm not beneath begging and pleading - not this morning.

"Oh, that's right, I guess I do," he answers with a wry smile, adjusting his pants and unzipping his fly.

"I guess I do."


FAITHFULLY YOURS,



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6 comments:

  1. A wonderful morning ritual, and sometimes 7 minutes is all that's needed ;)

    Welcome to Wicked Wednesday!

    Rebel xox

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  2. What a lovely story, so many wonderful sinful things you can do in seven minutes, and if you run over...what the hell :D
    Rachel x

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  3. 7 minutes is plenty of time and hey, sometimes you have to be late to work and surely this is the perfect reason why

    Mollyxxx

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  4. What a fantastic way to start the day. Possibly late, but happier for it. ;)

    Stella

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  5. Seven minutes will do ;)
    Wonderful morning ritual!

    ~Kazi xxx

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  6. If I only had seven minutes left of life entirely however, it would be doing THIS!

    Pea ~x~

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