Golden Gravel

Last night I woke briefly in the very early morning. I stirred and looked towards the disturbance, opting to let it be, I settled back and felt your arms slip around me. I heard your voice, golden gravel with sleep, close to my ear and your breath on my neck. I felt you press tightly against me, tucking your long legs against mine, pulling my hips back to feel you half hard against me.

I summoned up enough energy to shift a bit, fitting you into the cleft of my ass, rocking back against you a bit. I knew you weren’t truely awake, just murmuring in your sleep. Loving me in your dreams. The sound of your rhythmic breathing lulled me quickly back to sleep, safe and warm in your arms.

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By Kristen Nelson

Oldest of 2, product of an amicable divorce spawning odd abandomnet complexes, inferiority complexes and self harming OCD's, likely ADD. I'm amazed I get anything done at all. Frankly, I'm amazed I'm here at all.