Morning wank

I closed my eyes against the warm morning sun. Trying to shut out the idea of the working day to come. I think of her naked in front of me. Bending over so I see her cunt. I pull her closer and run my tongue over her wet lips. Licking upwards towards her arse. Feeling her twitch and shiver.

My fingers work faster on my own cunt. My middle finger circling my swollen clit. Always clockwise with small fast circles. My back arches and stretches slightly I try and stay focused.

She starts to whimper and I push a couple of my fingers past her wet lips and into her warmth. She wants me to fuck her. She pushes back against my hand, riding my fingers. I lube up the dildo I’m holding in my strap-on and kneel up close to her. Rubbing the firm silicone cock against her folds.

My breathing speeds up. Shallow quick breaths. I lick my fingers again and return them to my now aching clit. Not slowing my pace and pushing my finger around it again only thinking about her.

I’m pushing my strap on inside her. Listening to her moan. She pushes back against me. Wanting it deeper. Wanting it faster. I try and slow her down but I can’t help but get caught up with her urgency. I thrust forward and feel her start to shake. Her thighs trembling, I’m aware her orgasm is building, I recognise the signs. I hear her panting and watch her sliding back and forth on my purple cock.

My own body starts to shake, and as I think of her orgasming on my strap on, my own body convulses on my fingers. I shudder as my alarm clock shrieks at me and I hit snooze again. I hear him getting out of the shower and slowly swing my legs out of the bed and let them rest of the floor as I catch my breath. My morning wank done. My body ready to start the day. I wonder when I’ll actually get to see her again.

“The only shame in masturbation is the shame of not doing it well.” – Sigmund Freud