Morning Wetness Awaits You

The insistent buzz of my phone ripped me from a particularly vivid dream, the lingering sensation of heat and pleasure still clinging to my skin. Alex had forgotten to wake me, leaving me tangled in the remnants of a passionate encounter, my body slick with sweat and anticipation. The digital clock glowed 6:17 AM, a stark reminder of the impending demands of motherhood, but the thought held no appeal. My mind was already racing, fueled by the intoxicating memory of last night, and a mischievous impulse took hold.

I tapped out a message, sending a playful provocation: “What is wet, empty, and completely ready?” I held my breath, anticipating his response. The reply came quickly, a digital smirk evident in the words: “Your tight pussy?” A surge of heat coursed through me, igniting a fresh wave of desire. “Uh huh,” I typed back, my fingers trembling slightly. “I want you so bad. I know that you are at work, but all day I’m gonna be doing this (Picture of me fingering) waiting on you.” I attached a discreet image, a slow-motion video of my hand exploring my pleasure center, a silent invitation to the day ahead.

His reply was immediate, a shot of raw longing: “Show me everything that you do?” The challenge hung in the air, daring me to indulge. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the upcoming hours. “Ok,” I responded, and the recording began.

As the camera focused on my body, I stripped away layers of clothing, each movement deliberate, designed to tease and entice. The first steps were slow, languid, focusing on the anticipation of what was to come. I began with a sensual caress of my breasts, my fingers tracing the curves and dips, sending shivers down my spine. Then, I shifted my attention to my pussy, gently massaging the clitoris with my fingertips, feeling the heightened sensitivity build with each stroke. I slipped a finger deeper, pulling slightly to maximize the pleasure, while the other hand caressed my clitoris, teasing and tantalizing.

As my arousal intensified, I shifted my position, leaning back against the bed, allowing him to observe my actions. I moaned softly, calling his name, savoring the power dynamic, the knowledge that he was waiting for my release. The rhythm of my breathing quickened, my body trembling with anticipation. My orgasm hit with a visceral force, a wave of pleasure washing over me as my muscles contracted in involuntary spasms. I massaged my clitoris relentlessly, prolonging the experience, feeding on the intense sensations. Afterward, I moved my fingers to my mouth, licking and sucking, drawing out every last drop of moisture, leaving my pussy raw and tingling. Sending him the video felt like a release, a confession of my desires, and a silent promise of the pleasures to come.

The day unfolded in a blur of domestic duties, each task punctuated by his insistent texts. “Don’t torture me baby, (Picture of your raging boner) I’m gonna fuck you so hard when I get home, and give you such a spanking for being so naughty.” The words were laced with both threat and invitation, a potent combination that left me breathless. I found myself anticipating his arrival with a desperate eagerness, the thought of his touch fueling my every action.

As the hours ticked by, I prepared for his return, indulging in a luxurious bath, scrubbing my pussy with a loofah, savoring the feeling of cleanliness and anticipation. I applied his favorite lotion, scented with sandalwood and vanilla, and then slipped into a form-fitting, silky dress, feeling confident and exposed. I set up a small table in the bedroom, adorned with a white lace bra and strawberries, strategically placed on my nipples, a playful offering for his arrival. A miniature whip cream bottle filled with whipped cream and another with chocolate chips sat beside a small dish filled with fresh strawberries, just inside my pussy lips. A playful invitation, designed to heighten the anticipation.

The doorbell rang, and a wave of nervous excitement washed over me. As I opened the door, I saw him standing there, his eyes burning with desire, his erection clearly visible through his jeans. The sight of him, coupled with the carefully crafted display of my anticipation, sent a shiver of pleasure down my spine. He stepped inside, his gaze sweeping over the scene, a silent acknowledgment of my efforts. My outfit, the bra, the chocolate and strawberries, all spoke volumes about my eagerness to submit to his control.

“Do you want dessert, baby?” I asked, a playful tone lacing my voice. He didn’t even bother to answer. He ripped off his shirt, revealing his bare chest and the full force of his arousal. As he quickly removed his jeans, his penis pointed directly at me, a clear signal of his intentions. A genuine smile spread across my face as I acknowledged his boldness. He leaned in to kiss me, not wanting to waste any time in expressing his desires. Our lips met in a passionate embrace, and he whispered in my ear, detailing every thought and fantasy he had been harboring.

“You look delicious,” he finally said, his voice thick with desire. “Prove it,” I challenged, leaning in close, savoring the warmth of his breath on my skin.

He settled between my legs, his weight a comforting pressure against my body. He began to lick the chocolate from my navel, his tongue tracing the contours of my curves, sending shivers down my spine. The sensation was both stimulating and arousing, a perfect blend of pleasure and anticipation. He found the hidden strawberry nestled within my pussy lips, pulling it free and presenting it to me with a playful grin. We shared the sweet treat, savoring its flavor as we continued to kiss, deepening our connection. I tasted my own wetness on the strawberry, a testament to our mutual desire.

His mouth moved down my jaw and neck, lingering on my breasts, licking them until they were slick and saturated. Then, his fingers slid down my belly, stopping at my pussy lips, where he began to suck and tease, intensifying my pleasure. As he nibbled on one of my nipples, he slipped a finger into my wet center, increasing the friction and sensation. My body buckled under the combined assault of pleasure, my muscles contracting involuntarily. I realized that I could no longer hold back the inevitable, and as his fingers found their rhythm, my orgasm hit with a force that left me breathless. The release was intense, primal, and utterly satisfying.

As my body relaxed, I shifted my position, guiding him further in, pulling him close as I grabbed his ass and held him tight. "Mm-oh-mm-mm, holdit right there, oh-mm-mm-mm-oh, ALEX!" he cried out, his voice filled with raw desire. He thrust with relentless intensity, pounding my flesh as he explored my body. I tightened around him, molding myself to his rhythm, lost in the intoxicating sensation. Over and over, he pounded me, his movements becoming increasingly frenzied, each thrust a testament to his unwavering desire. My nipples vibrated wildly, responding to his touch, as he continued his assault.

As he pulled out, a fresh wave of pleasure washed over me. I got on my knees, pulling him back to stand, and began to suck on his cock, relishing the sensation of his hard cock against my lips. I loved the way I could control the pace and pressure, teasing and tantalizing him while simultaneously indulging my own desires. He responded with renewed vigor, thrusting again and again, his body arching with pleasure. I held him tight, guiding his movements, ensuring that every inch of my body was thoroughly explored.

As we collapsed on the bed in a tangled heap, exhausted and euphoric, I looked at him with gratitude and affection. I knew that he was the only man for me, the one who understood my deepest desires and fulfilled my wildest fantasies. The thought brought tears to my eyes, and I whispered a heartfelt thank you to the heavens for bringing us together. Being blessed with such a man was a gift, and I would cherish him forever.

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