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 http://meetandfucksite.com/free-fuck-buddy-sites 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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Sleepy Sunday

I wake up slowly, the edges of a hangover making it hard to think, all I have in my head is a dull ache and a desperate urge for sex, what is it about hangovers that make you want that release. I reach for you but the space where you should be is empty and I roll over to look at the clock, squinting the sleep from my eyes, and trying to focus. It’s a little after nine and I realise I can smell fresh coffee, I climb out of bed, pulling on an oversize tee as I follow the promise of caffeine through the living room, and into the kitchen.
You’re sitting on the sofa, playing on the Xbox and when I just get a mumbled response to my greeting I decide I need caffeine before I try to distract you. I grin as I poor myself a coffee, thinking about what it will take to tear you away from the game.

I stand against the counter, sipping my coffee and looking out the window, letting my mind drift. I’ve just finished my cup when I feel your arms sneak around me, pulling me back against you, and kissing my shoulder where my tee has slipped to the side. I push my arse into you, feeling your erection against my back. You move one hand up to cup my breast, taking the weight of it and squeezing gently before pinching the nipple. Your other hand is under my top, stroking my cunt, fingers rubbing along my slit, easily sliding inside me. I reach behind me and pushing down the waistband of your boxers free your cock, working it with my fist for a minute until your fingers cause me to orgasm. I come gently, slowly, the pulsing pushing up and falling back as you remove your fingers. I brace my hands on the counter and bend slightly, causing my tee to pull up showing you my bare arse and cunt. You rub your cock head against my slit, letting the tip slip into me before moving back, I moan and lift my hips, wanting to feel you in me. When you finally push all the way in I settle back against you, using the counter to balance our rocking motion, and we move together, back and forth, looking out the window. Until I feel you twitching in me and you come, biting my my shoulder to push me into another orgasm. You pull out, turning me to face you and kissing me as I tuck you back into you boxers. It’s a quick soft kiss that tastes of coffee, and then you’re heading back to play Xbox, as I pour myself another coffee.