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Around here, nothing happens before coffee. Not for John Brownstone, at least. Don’t talk to him, don’t look at him, and certainly don’t ask complex questions. It took me several months to stop chattering first thing in the morning.
No, I’m not a morning person. Twelve years of parenting teaches you how to function on no sleep so yes, I can hold a conversation before coffee and before the sun rises.
He can’t.
Nothing happens before that first slurpy sip of steaming hot coffee.
Except, of course, for sex…
The alarm bleeped and blared into my consciousness, interrupting a fascinating dream that I desperately wanted to fall back into. I snuggled deeper against the pillow and under the covers, leaning back into his warmth.
Other than the arm draped over my waist, I didn’t think he was actually awake. When I couldn’t go back to sleep, I scrolled through my phone, reading anxiety-inducing national political news at 5:30 a.m. (’cause that’s healthy). He snuggled closer.
Awww, isn’t this sweet, us snuggling before getting up?
Then I felt a familiar nudge, a twitch. I still wasn’t sure if he was awake but some part of him was definitely up. His cock thickened and lengthened while nestled against my ass.
And then, he was gone. A cold draft of air replaced his warm body.
Whaaa? Ohhhhh…
A familiar rustling came from his side of the bed, a fumbling through the nightstand drawer on his side. I heard the crack of the cap and a small sucking sound as he dipped his cock in the lube.
By the time he’d rolled over, I’d put my phone down, arched my back, and pushed my hips out, ready and willing. He slid in with almost no resistance. I would never want dry sex with no lube, but the moment he pushes in before my body is warmed up does something to both my submissive and masochist side. Plus, it just feels fucking good.
We didn’t speak. We barely grunted.
It was a quiet but down and dirty fuck…and all before coffee.
When I saw that this week’s Wicked Wednesday prompt was coffee, I wondered what I could say (other than coffee is our love language). But the universe (and the man with the cock) provide when you least expect it.Â
See I am capable of something before coffee, even in the middle of the week.
This one thing before coffee, but it’s the best thing so that counts, lol.
The coffee is your love language bit made me chuckle. The morning sex is so splendid. Everything about it
YES! Being wanted before they’re even conscious is absolutely wonderful. 😀
YES!!!! Love morning sex 🙂
It’s the best!
Yeah, it is funny – same for me “he” can’t talk about anything before a certain time – but have sex yes, he is well up for that 😉
As to anxiety-inducing news – I really have tried over the last 5 yrs to leave that alone, so instead, i read a sex blog or two 😉
I have cut back my anxiety-inducing news to about twice a day, which is better than the all-the-time thing I did last year, lol.
And I guess some parts (hehe) function regardless of caffeine intake. 😀
“but the moment he pushes in before my body is warmed up does something to both my submissive and masochist side.” Totally get this and I actually have thoughts on the dry fuck that I should share at some point
Mollyx
I know the dry fuck isn’t for everyone (obvs) but it definitely appeals to me on a lot of levels. It’s neither better nor worse than any other kind of sex, but when it’s good, it’s DAMN good.
I am definitely not a morning person and don’t like morning sex, but damn, when he pulls me closer and just fucks me because HE has a need, I love it. I don’t care one bit about my own desires then, but want him to use me to satisfy his.
Rebel xox
YES! It’s a very submissive act and I love it, too!
Fuck, yes… morning sex is soooo good! Even before caffeine.
Dare I say it, it might be *better* than coffee??