Bedroom Closet

Often I see the weeks ahead and plan, I’m excited, I want to con­trol every part. Life, is not like that.

This morn­ing I lay there as S___’s hands gen­tly roamed my body, across my shoul­der, firm on my back, caress­ing my breast, mov­ing my body so that it con­formed to his. Every touch felt amaz­ing, the warmth, the smooth­ness. I could have had him touch me like that all day. I would have done the same to him. I can feel his body, my hands slid­ing over his back, hands around his strong shoul­ders, mov­ing across his chest down over his flat stom­ach. Slowly mov­ing down, qui­etly unty­ing the draw­string, slip­ping inside his pants to his warm, already hard cock. Tak­ing time to touch each leg, a gen­tle rub before mov­ing back to that warm space between his thigh and balls. Cup­ping them in my hand, feel­ing their weight and warmth.

I can hear him take in a breath as I turn my atten­tion more fully to his penis. Wrap­ping my hand around it, slowly stroking up and down, then let­ting go. I trace the shape with my fin­ger­tips, admir­ing the length, the hard­ness, paus­ing at the head, trac­ing it’s out­line more throughly. By now touch­ing isn’t enough. As I kiss my way down his chest, across his stom­ach he intakes his breath again sharply, his back arches slightly, and I find my lips kiss­ing the base of his cock. Gen­tle kisses to cover it first, but I soon want more. My tongue begins at the base and moves up to the head, stop­ping to lick the tiny drop of cum that has formed before I take him all the way into my mouth. I take him as far as i can as he groans, mov­ing his hands to my head, tan­gle­ing his fin­gers in my hair as I move his cock in and out of my mouth, suck­ing a bit harder with every motion. I release him and he sighs, until I hear another breath as I take his balls gen­tly in my mouth as my hand returns to his cock. Lick­ing and suck­ing gen­tly I feel him get harder and I move back to suck­ing his cock, switch­ing my hand to his balls, keep­ing them mas­saged, feel­ing them tighten as he gets closer to cumming.

Finally release, and he fills my mouth, his body shud­der­ing a bit, his grasp of my hair loos­en­ing. I make sure he is nice and clean, lick­ing and suck­ing more, mak­ing sure he has fin­ished before I crawl back up and he holds me to his chest.

“Good morn­ing Baby…”

Thats the way this morn­ing should have gone, but instead I lay here by myself hav­ing let the moment pass. As I said, not
every­thing goes as planned, but there is always another time.

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