Waking Stories

Wake up cold, scream out loud, Against silence and absent sound. Aroused, bold, cut the crowd, Feline frenzy on broken ground. Gowned in pretty tatters, Aching bodies pounce, hard as stone. Lustful whimsy shatters The house, of feather, pane and bone. Never worked after dawn, Never lent mind to laws nor crime. Suppose tonight it's gone, Forever, for always this time. Imagine that this sun Is to be the very last one.

The soft light of a new day wakes me. A smile forms on my lips as I slowly stretch, my body so comfortably warm under the single sheet that covers us, with most of the warmth coming from your lovely body spooned to my front. My movement causes you to roll slightly away, but not enough to wake you, or to fully break our bodies contact. It does give me a better view of your body, and I, ever so lightly, brush your hair off...

You do not know I wake up wanting you,or how my hardness grows to have you closeso I can grind against your ass and want me too,and in the morning light know what longing knows, our growing need to feed the rising fire,and lure each other closer to the heat,and feel the flames of our desire get higheruntil we burst in wildness hot and sweet,but you don’t know the ache this wanting bringswhen you’re not here lying in my be...

I wake with my desire for you, an urge I can’t ignore, a need that smolders like an ember at my core to kiss your neck and shoulders, to grind against your ass and wake you, lick and whisper in your ear how much I want to take you, my tongue forcing you to hear the hunger in my voice to screw you hard and fast and deep, to bring you from your slumber, arouse you from your sleep with the hardness of my lumber, and hear you...

The early morning light creeps through the curtains. He half opens his eyes, and in that semi-awake state before full consciousness comes is aware only of his rigid penis and his urgent desire to assuage the feeling. The sight of the curve of her back, the valley between chest and hip, only inflames his passion and slowly his hand goes to stroke his rigid organ. Wanting more than a quick release, he slides across the bed,...