Please Don't Mind

I wake up to a cool breeze caressing my face and the calming sound of a light rain outside my ajar window. It's 3:34 in the morning and all is still in the apartment, save for my wandering mind.

Lying straight back, I close my eyes, and expose my semi-erect penis to tranquil air and darkness.

I'm now envisioning us lounging on a couch in front of a television set to which we couldn't possibly be paying any less attention. I'm sitting upright while you're lying on your side, against me. One of your arms is behind my back, your head is resting just under my chest.

For the past half-hour, our conversation has been light-hearted, comforting, even philosophical. This despite your fondling my now fully-erect, exposed penis, your breasts threatening to spill out of your blouse onto my lap, and my hand circling over your bare ass and the small of your back.

Suddenly, three tap kisses are seductively placed, by you, along the shaft of my manhood, bringing the conversation to a screeching halt. Then you're doing that thing I like, your lovely lips wrapped around the head of my meat, your tongue circling and flickering. I can't think.

Minutes later, I'm sitting on the floor, my back against the couch. My hands are controlling the outsides of your thighs as you're rolling your hips, riding my face, grinding the back of my head into the couch cushion until my facial hair is doused in peach water.

You remain in the same position, on all fours, on the couch. One of my hands is gripping a fist full of your hair, the other is spreading your ass cheeks apart, clearing a path to your guts, as I thrust in and out of you mercilessly until I've made a mess inside your womb.

Lying intertwined on the couch, basking in each other's love and bodily fluids, we lose consciousness... but when I awaken, again I'm alone and only my bodily fluids are present.