Sunday morning, I gently wake. Snuggling into David in bed. He moves his arm so that I can rest my head on his chest. I make yummy noises. This is perfection. I run my hand over his chest and then downward.
"Well 'Hello Sailor!'" Nothing like being given a full salute from below decks first thing in the morning. I tilt my head to give him a closed-mouth kiss - on account of the fact that neither of us has brushed our teeth yet. The day is beginning well. Then I remember. It's Sunday morning - we've slept in. He's just woken up.
"That erection isn't really for me, is it?" I pout. "You just need to pee, don't you?"
He reaches down and squeezes my derriere a couple of times.
"Now it's at least half for you."
Awe.. that is so sweet. I like that story.
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