The Morning After

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The Morning After

A True Erotic Confession…

The morning was unusually cold when I had awoken in a big soft bed, under many layers. The sun had barely risen and I haven’t slept for as long as I wanted to, but it was good.  I felt refreshed but it was cold and I was lazy and his bed was too comfy. I didn’t want to get up, yet.

“Good morning, beautiful,” I heard a manly whisper.

“Good morning!” I said with a smile.

He got out of bed to attend to his thirst. I simply nodded. He stood up still clearly dazed from the intense mating that happened just several hours ago. As he clumsily walked around his room and out the door, I was treated to a lovely view of his tall and robustly built body. I laughed a little as I asked him, “No need for clothes, eh?” That his impressive morning wood made his departure a little awkward added more giggles for me.

After returning a few minutes later from getting himself a glass of water, I was then treated to his wonderful front view.  I smiled at him as I savored the view and gave him a look that told him I liked what I saw. He sat down next to me. He had that look in his eye. I stared back at him, teasing him by pulling the blanket up further. He leaned forward, wanting to kiss me.

“Wait. I have to leave later.” I couldn’t control giggling through my lies, making it obvious.

“No you don’t.” He held down one of my hands while his other hand grabbed my left breast.

I feel the mood suddenly change, from flirtatious and teasing banter to intense and intimate. I could feel my heart starting to race and the change in my breathing. Deep or shallow, I couldn’t tell. “Please…” Before I could finish my sentence, he muffled me with a passionate kiss, laying his body across mine. I wanted to play a little more by pushing him away or trying to break off the kiss, but I couldn’t. My arms wouldn’t do what I wanted them to do. I wanted him. Every part of me wanted to feel his weight as his hand worked my breast.

Suddenly, he broke off the kiss. “Please what?” He asked me. I just grabbed a clump of his deep black hair and pulled him into another kiss. I writhed under him as he released my hand to put his hands between my legs, stroking me through the moist sheets. He pulled the blanket down so he could graze on my breasts with intense kisses and licking.

I felt his body twitch a little as I reached for his impressive manhood and began to stroke it up and down. I watched as it quickly turned red from the firm squeeze I gave it and the natural movement of his foreskin as I stroked it up and down. After a minute or so, he pulled the blankets to cover the two of us. His virile penis waved about kissing my left thigh as he maneuvered; a preview of what was to come.

We engaged in another round of passionate kisses before he raised himself up and thrusted deep into me; sinking his entire length. I didn’t know where to focus -the intense exchange between lips and tongue or on the manhood embedded deep within me.

He remained still at first, allowing me to savor his entry, very pleasurable but with a little pain. He then proceeded to thrust in and out. I tried to find a rhythm with him like I did last night, but I couldn’t. Maybe it was the sleep cut short or the cold, or maybe just the quickness and suddenness of the moment; I didn’t know. As he penetrated me over and over, I did my best to move with him. At one point, I did bare down hard and squeeze his member inside me, but I couldn’t keep it up for long. I was overcome with such pleasure that I finally just surrendered myself completely to him. He took the lead and I happily followed; our moaning as synchronized as our movements. Before long I climaxed under him. He increased his thrusting for a few more moments until, with one final deep stroke, he emptied himself into me.

Exhausted, he fell beside me, holding me close. “It’s too early to get up. I don’t want you to leave.”

“I won’t.” I kissed him.

With that, we turned in and slept well past noon. The rest of the day unfolded like the previous night and early morning. ♥

Submitted by Gael

Edited by Tracey

(To read more true erotic confessions from Gael, check out “His Proposal”)

 

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  6 comments for “The Morning After

  1. Gael
    29 July, 2015 at 12:42 pm

    Hi Tracey! Thanks again for sharing our story! Looking back it’s amazing for me how this torrid relationship based solely on sex blossomed into a happy marriage. So much <3 from me.

    • 29 July, 2015 at 8:01 pm

      The thanks goes to you Gael for sharing your stories with us. We couldn’t be happier for you and your hubby! 😀

  2. MC
    7 August, 2015 at 2:29 am

    Enjoyed the story, Gael! If you’re like us, there is added excitement knowing that your once private moment is now on display for others to share in your excitement. We know we felt like we shared in yours! All the best!

    • Gael
      7 August, 2015 at 12:10 pm

      Oh yes! It is quite exciting.

  3. Mr Romance
    24 August, 2015 at 11:22 am

    That is a steamy confession Gael, thank you for sharing. I enjoyed reading it and hope you share more with us soon. 😀

    It is good to hear from happy couples, and see how their relationships evolve! 😀

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