Friday Fantasy: The Alarm Cock

Its early. 6am.  You have just come back from your run.  Sweaty and red-faced with pheromones coursing through your vains.  I take a long look at you… I don’t care what you look like, I want you just the way you are.

This is your natural state, after all. A new day.  A chance to for a clean slate from whatever happened on the day earlier.  I know as soon as you shower, shave and fuss with your hair and suit it will be all over for me.  The window of opportunity is small but oh so v. open and ready for you.

Forget the coffee. Forget the phone. Focus on me and my naked body calling out to you.  I’m  kneeling like a good pet, waiting for you give me an order.  Patience, I know.  You like to make me wait.  You like to make me beg, usually.  This morning, though you don’t hold back.  You gag me first.   No words for this pet.  You make me get out of the comfy bed and  crawl along the floor. It is not comfortable.  We are raw and in the moment. There isn’t time to process the comfort level, really.   There is merely genital expression on this fine morning.  Every whole, you take, without saying a word.  Fast and furious you deliver your morning wake-up call to me.

As you are ready to mount me for the final time, I can feel the sharp point of something familiar and I gasp.  Up and down my chest and stomach I feel it.  Then my neck.  At the right moment, there goes the wand, right up my pussy and you can see I am out of control, spinning in ecstasy.  You smile and nod, giving me the signal to release it all while you hold your hand over my mouth.

Here it cums.

Good morning.

P.S.  I am off the grid until Monday as I will be attending a conference.  Enjoy the weekend.

music mood:  Lana Del Rey – “Radio”

yours truly,

your kinky courtesan xx