Morning Wood

Erotic Flash Fiction

I don’t know about you but I love the feeling of waking up to find his Morning Wood pressing against me, even if it’s just a one night stand with someone I met through a site like I still love that feeling.

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Morning Wood

I wake slowly, the sun slanting through the gap in the curtain, falls on the book on the bedside table. I can feel the weight of your arm resting across my waist. Your body snuggled against me, is radiating heat, and I wiggle closer trying to absorb it.  As my butt presses against you I smile, I can feel your morning wood between us. I know you’re still asleep and for a minute I consider waking you in a very nice way but I don’t know you well enough to assume you’d approve, so I decide to let you sleep.

I drift back to sleep, and when I wake up again, I know instantly that you’re awake. You’re pressing against me, rocking your hips. I think about rolling over but part of me is curious. I want to see what you will do, so I continue feigning sleep. I mumble and shift, as if caught in a dream, and you let go of me, rolling onto your back. I hold myself still listening to you.

I can tell you’re trying to be quiet, to not wake me. I expected you to start sorting yourself out but I can feel both your arms, one down between us, and one coming over your head. I wonder if you’re trying to go back to sleep, and for a while I think you have. Then I hear you sigh, and you move the arm that was between us.

I can still feel your upper arm pressed against me, and as you start to stroke yourself it rubs against my back. It’s a slow gentle movement, and my skin breaks out in goosebumps of arousal, as if I felt a sudden breeze. I open my eyes slightly looking down my body, and realise I can see you perfectly in the mirror covering the wardrobe door. You’re still lying flat on your back, head tilted upwards, one arm thrown over your face, so your forearm is covering your eyes. Your cock is standing straight up from your body, with only a slight curve towards your stomach.

As your fist moves up and down the shaft, you pull your cock, tugging it away from your stomach. Your movements are much firmer than I would have been, they’re almost rough. I watch you, fascinated by the way you touch yourself.  I can feel myself getting turned on, my nipples peaking as my cunt throbs. I want to wriggle to touch myself but I don’t want you to stop what you’re doing. I hold myself still, trying to keep my breathing even, hoping you won’t realise I’ve woken up.

I feel like a voyeur, watching you when you’re unaware but I’m too drawn in by your morning wood to care.  There is something delightful about watching you like this, it’s a glimpse into something that I don’t get to see often. When I ask someone to wank for me there is a certain level of self-consciousness because they know I’m watching, while that doesn’t spoil the view it definitely doesn’t give me the same thrill that watching you now does.

As his hand tugs and strokes his cock I feel a wet heat in me. His movements are becoming more jerky and uneven. Up to now his only movement has been his hand but now he arches his back thrusting into his fist, and I bite back a moan not wanting to disturb the show, as I press my thighs together tightly. My eyes are now wide open watching him. I’m torn between not wanting to move, and wanting to turn over and join in. He whispers “fuck” pushing his hips towards his hand as his stroking gets faster.

I know he must be close to coming and listening to him is causing an answering throb in my cunt, I pressed my lips together so I won’t moan. His fist tightens around his cock, squeezing hard, as he thrusts. A thick ribbon of cum spills over his fist onto his stomach, as he gives a loud grunt, and I jump. His hand relaxes to his side, and before I can react, he moves his arm from over his face, meeting my eyes in the mirror. I freeze, knowing it is obvious I’ve been watching him.
He starts to grin, “Is it still a one night stand if we have sex in the morning as well?”
I smile, “Oh yes, yes it is.”




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Birthday Presents

Personal Post

There are a few ways you can read the title (birthday presents) of this post, you can read it as birthday gifts or birthday hosts, or birthday show. Well my chances of hosting anything are slim, and I highly doubt anyone is going to be putting me on a show (even a private one), so this is about gifts. I’m trying to make the countdown to my birthday more of a positive thing, as opposed to the usual fill me with dread and spiral my depression thing.

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Birthday Presents

The date of my birthday (31st October – yeah, I’m a Halloween baby) is shown clearly on both Twitter and Facebook (possibly also on Instagram too), so around this time of year I always start to get emails and DMs asking me about gifts. Usually I direct people to my amazon wishlist or ask for StarbucksUK e-giftcards. This year I decided to do a dedicated birthday wishlist, and post here. Hopefully all the people who usually message me will see this, and I don’t have the awkward feeling attached to replying to individuals. Click the image below to take you to my birthday wishlist.

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If you’ve been following me on Twitter for a while you will know this is usually a tough time of year for me. My dad always made a big deal of birthdays and Christmas, so this time of year always makes me miss him even more than I do normally. I do have some friends who always make sure to do something for my birthday, whether it’s a card or a little present, but it’s not the same as having my dad making a fuss of me. However, silly as it sounds, those little cards and gifts do help make me feel a little less alone, they help me get through it, they cheer me up, even if it’s just for a little while. So to all those who ask and send, THANK YOU. It is very much appreciated.

For those who would rather, you can also use paypal to send cash. My paypal is please mark payments as friend/family.



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