1. Perks Of Sunday Mornings


    Date: 5/18/2015, Categories: Flash Erotica, Author: Poppet, Rating: 29, Source: LushStories

    A lazy Sunday is probably everyone's favorite thing to appreciate. To have the comfort of the morning sun bask over you, through your bedroom windows, cascading over your bed, to keep in the warmth you've created. Knowing there is no rush to get ready for anything. To know that all that has to be done can be put off for just a little while longer. It is only when you feel the whiskers of his three day old facial hair tickling your back, as he drops kisses along your spine that you begin to stir. You can feel his manhood pressing against your bum, wiggling yourself closer to him, as his arm wraps around your waist, his hand reaching up to cup a breast. Your nipples responding, even through the thin fabric of your favorite pajamas. You keep your eyes closed, picturing his lips on you with every angel soft kiss. His hand now toying with your nipple, gently tugging on it until it is hard as a diamond. He begins to caress his flat palm over it, causing you to shudder and moan. How delightful it feels. You begin to roll your hips just barely, the hardness of cock pressing firmly against your panties. The delicate breath on your neck now causes your heart to race. His lips so tender and gentle at the same time move to your neck and ear. He groans ever so slightly when you move closer to him, pressing your apple shaped bottom into him. That's what he calls it anyway. He has convinced you your butt is shaped like an apple. Who are you to disagree, he's the one who sees it so often. ...
    Be it clothed, to tease him with want, or when it is naked and he's fucking you from behind. But this time it isn't about fucking. It is about exploring, making love, with nothing but touch. Words are useless at a time like this, because they're null. What needs to be said can be spoken through touch. Turning your head just enough that he can reach over and kiss you. The spark that ignites you every time your lips touch, sends a strong surge down between your legs, within the deepest part of your core. How he does that, you'll never know. Maybe you don't even care, as long as it never stops. You move enough to wiggle free of your panties, as they slide down your legs, using your toes to kick them off, he'll do the same with his own boxers, but with one hand, as the other is still cupping your breast. The spring of his cock, as it is released from it's clothed prison, pokes you gently against your rounded bum. A soft moan of approval escapes your lips. You know it is close and you're ready. There is no doubt. He'll move his hips this way and that way, not using his hands to guide himself in. He knows how much you love it when he does it hands free. To prove he isn't, he slides his other hand under you, to cup your other breast. Squeezing them tightly, nipples between fingers, he growls lowly into your ear, to cause you to giggle. Slowly he begins to push in, your butt pushing backwards, to give a helping hand (so to speak). With just the head in, he pushes forth, until he's to ...
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