I love morning sex. I love quickies, too. We both had to get to work this morning but after I walked the pup and fed all the furry people, there still wasn’t any rustling from Daddy upstairs. Since, he told me he had an early morning and I know I had one too, I wondered at the silence.
I went upstairs and he was still lying (laying, lying…grammar faerie, help!) in bed. He waggled his penis at me then pointed to his crotch. It was those subtle, little signs that told me he had sex on his mind. My small brain had a minor apoplexy about work then gave in and I started sucking his cock.
Can I just say, I love him fucking me. It doesn’t have to be fancy or drawn out. A little physical connection to start the day…a long day, makes it so much better. I got snuggles after too…bonus!
Life is Good when you’re freshly fucked.
Enigmatic Amor 
It was “lying”. Laying is when you are putting another object down on something. “He was laying his clothes out on the bed for the day.” “He was lying there” was exactly what you meant 😀 And now I’m taking the title Grammar Faerie and using it everywhere!
Thank you! It’s one of those rules that I’ve looked up a bunch of times but it hasn’t stuck in my little brain.
Use away! Spread that good grammar dust where ever you go!
“Life is Good when you’re freshly fucked.” – truer words were never spoken 🙂
And there is no better day than when you start it with sex. The dirtier the better. 🙂
Luka