Morning Sex… (but really it’s a post about how much I love sex!)

I love morning sex. But honestly, I love afternoon sex and evening sex and night sex. And hell, even though I love my sleep, I love been woken in the middle of the night for some twilight frolics. But that really shouldn’t surprise you, and if it does I suggest reading this page.

Sorry, I am venturing off. So morning sex. I do love morning sex – I love those mornings where you can just chill. I love to lie on his chest and entwine my fingers in his body hair, engulf his smells, and making ripply pattern on his soft fur. And yes, I call it fur – it’s a hill I am happy to die on so argue if you please, but I shall be right.

I love it when those mornings continue into the afternoon. Sex, coffee, sex, an orgasm or three and food, and maybe coffee followed by some more sex. Or even you could omit any orgasms and just continue to tease each other all day until you literally cannot hold back at bedtime. And by sex, I don’t just mean direct PnV – I mean everything! Oral, kisses, strokes, cuddles, spanks – you name it!

I am honestly finding it particularly hard (😉) not to speak about other times of the day because, in all honesty, I am an “any time of day I want sex” kinda gal. My sex drive doesn’t suddenly go ‘oh it’s morning, hello there’. That button is firmly pressed at all times… However, I do often go “oooh it’s morning, I am well rested, reaches over and I find my OH rock hard”. It instantly makes me throb and ache. I feel that sudden need and urge to want him deep inside creep over me. I get that feeling when I see his bulge against the towel after showering too. Or when he slips on his boxers and I see the band sit snugly around his thighs.

There is also something seriously hot when he delivers coffee, just after pleasing me, in boxers that might be slightly damp at exactly the spot where I know the tip of him is. Knowing that there’s a bit of me, mixed with him.

Mmmm… There’s that need creep up again.

I have always been delighted at the prospect of a new day, a fresh try, one more start, with perhaps a bit of magic waiting somewhere behind the morning.

~ J. B. Priestley

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