Waking Up Early – #NotAMorningPerson

I am not a morning person. Never have been, never will be. As with many things, I taught myself how to be different than my nature. In my career, I pretend to be an extrovert. As a mother, I pretend to be a morning person. I do many things in life out of pure necessity – waking up early is one of those things.

In my marriage, I was the early-riser. My husband often slept until the early afternoon during the weekend. It drove me insane – there were things to do, places to go, people to see. Later, it began to be a personal joy to have the time to myself – I should have known something was wrong.

If left to my own devices, I can sleep until about 8 or 9 in the morning. I remember when that used to be early. Somehow, in college, I signed up for two semesters of biology (only because it was a requirement) at 8am. It was hell. As a mother, waking up at 8am is a luxury I’m not often afforded.

Knowing this about myself, I find it odd that I voluntarily wake up before 5am many days to exercise or now, filled with purpose, to write. But what makes waking up earlier even easier – and it is never easy – is a warm, firm voice in my ear from a 5am phone call.

“Touch your clit, girl. It’s story time.”

As he wove a kinky, lurid tale for me, my finger swirled around my clit, stroking it. Last night’s wetness still clung to my lips. My clit slick and my fingers fast, the desire built quickly. 

I knew better than to start begging too soon. Torturing myself, because that was his desire, I controlled the pressure and the speed with which I stroked my swelling clit. My heels dug into the bed. My thighs clamped down on my hand several times in a vain attempt to stem the rising tide. His voice in my ear was hypnotic – I saw in my mind the picture he painted.

As he spoke, I panted and gasped, whimpered and mewled. My knees fell back against the bed, opening my body wide. My clit burned and pulsed. As my noises grew louder, I could only say one thing.

“Da-ddeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Please???”

“Cum, girl, cum for me NOW!”

Ten minutes of torture, and my body erupted. I felt the cum gushing out of my body like a geyser. It poured out of my body, soaking my cunt and my ass before puddling on the towel beneath me. I thought I would never stop cumming. My body spasmed over and over again. I panted and gasped, gulping for air.

“Breathe, little one, breathe.”

Slowly, I came back to myself. Slowly, I began to breathe again. I looked at the clock – just after 5:30am.

Hmmmm, I thought, this waking up early thing isn’t so bad sometimes.