Message-ID: <13504eli$9807300156@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/13504.txt> From: Diana Svensson <diana_svensson@yahoo.com> Subject: An Early Morning (MF oral) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <19980729232235.29481.rocketmail@send1d.yahoomail.com> Note: So, here's my second attempt at a story. This one is a little longer than my first (which was super short), and a lot less odd. I'm not really pleased with the way it turned out though, because it doesn't feel special. This is just another one of those, very generic, ordinary stories. You could probably find hundreds like it. Again, any comments, good or bad, are very welcome. Oh, and, I'll excuse any stupid spelling, grammar and language errors by pointing out that English is my second language (I should make one of those signatures files and put that in it :) If (when) you find any language related errors, please point them out to me so that I may learn. An early morning I woke up early this morning. Not feeling tired enough to try and go back to sleep I decided on getting up and fixing some breakfast. With some reluctance I crawled out from under the warm sheets and sat my feet down on the floor. Yesterday's panties lay on a chair next to the bed, and I figured they would do till after my morning shower. After stepping into the panties I slipped on a baggy old t-shirt and walked out into the kitchen. I kind of like being up early in the morning. I like watching the darkness outside change into pale, grayish light, and then to that beautiful warm, yellow morning glow. I like hearing the sparse morning traffic on the street outside. It makes me feel calm and comfortable. There is something about early mornings that make me feel like time is irrelevant, and doing anything useful, besides enjoying breakfast, is unnecessary. As I was starting in on a bowl of cereal I heard the familiar sound of the morning paper being delivered and the paperboy hurriedly running up the stairs to the next floor of the building. "I bet he'd disagree with me about the irrelevance of time in the early morning" I thought as I went to get the paper. Back in the kitchen I spread the paper over the kitchen table, taking care not to put it on top of my breakfast. As I glanced through the articles I again attacked my bowl of cereal. By the time I had flipped the first few pages I heard another sound, the sound of boyfriend waking up and getting out of bed. Seconds later he emerged from the bedroom doorway, wearing only a pair of boxers and a sleepy smile. I couldn't help but admire him. Even with his hair on end, a little stubble on his face and his eyes half closed he had an air if elegance and grace about him. He has the most beautiful body, something in-between a Greek god and a gymnast, and the way he moves - like a tiger on the prowl - takes my breath away. At first I thought he moved that way to put on a show, to impress me, but as time passed I realized he didn't even think about it. I think about it though - all the time. I love to just watch him walk or run, or pick something up from the floor. "Hey, you're up early" he said, as he walked - actually, "flowed" would be a better description - over to the table. "Uh-huh... early bird gets the worm and all that," I answered and gave him a little smile, "Good morning by the way." He came over to me, leaned forward and gave me a light peck on the cheek, "Good morning my love." Straightening up again he glanced down at the newspaper on the table "Anything interesting?" he inquired and I answered by shaking my head. He was standing close, right next to me, and I imagined I could almost feel the heat of his body against me. I turned my head towards him, leaned in closer and planted a kiss right next to his bellybutton, making the muscles of his abdomen tense up for a fraction of a second, then relax again. I slung my arms around his waist, hugging him to me and pressing my cheek and ear against his warm tummy. I could hear his slow, regular heartbeat through his even slower breathing. He gently caressed my hair with one hand and I closed my eyes, enjoying just being near him. I wanted this moment to last forever, but of course it wouldn't. I released him and dropped my hands from the small of his back to his buttocks and gave his tight ass a playful squeeze. "Hey," he chuckled, "you can't just grab a person's ass like that." "Why not?" I looked up at him, grinning. "Because it's rude," he said, grinning back down at me. He started to turn and go over to his chair on the opposite side of our little kitchen table but I wouldn't have it. I shot one of my hands out and hooked a finger in the waistband of his boxers. "Where do you think you're going" I exclaimed with mock sternness. "I thought I'd sit down and have some breakfast" "Oh no you don't, come here" I said and pulled him back towards me. I swiftly took hold of his boxers and yanked them down. "How's that for rude" I asked with an even bigger grin on my face now. He laughed softly and answered "I think I like it when you're rude" "I know you do" He didn't say anything, he just drew in a sharp breath as I cupped his scrotum in my left hand, took hold of him with my right, and put him in my mouth. His scent, his taste, and the feeling of him growing hard in my mouth was so familiar by now, still it always managed to excite me. Our lovemaking hadn't grown boring - rather better and better - with time, as we learnt about each other's sexuality. We had both become experts at pleasing and taking pleasure in each other, and when we made love we really were like one, in perfect harmony. His hands were stroking my hair again, softly. I had all of him inside my mouth, still not fully erect. My mouth encasing his penis in it's warm wetness, he quickly grew bigger and harder, and soon his member reached it's full glory. Looking up into his eyes I slowly started sliding my mouth up and down it's length. His breathing was heavier now, his gaze bearing witness to his lust. I reveled in the feeling of his throbbing hardness in my mouth. My breasts bumped against his thighs every time I took him deep, making my nipples harden as they rubbed against the soft fabric of the t-shirt. He started groaning a little as I picked up the pace, applying suction and bobbing my head back and forth, swirling my tongue 'round and 'round. Breakfast was completely forgotten now, if I was going to eat something it was him. The goal had been set; I was going to make him come in my mouth. I was going at it like there was no tomorrow, and I could feel the telltale signs of his approaching climax. He started bucking against me, his head tilted back and he moaned loudly. Then he came, spurting his warm fluid into my mouth. Eagerly I kept sucking him off, turned on to the limit by having driven him to orgasm, and received his precious reward in my mouth. Not wanting to let go of his manhood, I kept it in the warm confines of my mouth as it started to grow limp. There was a slight shudder in his heavy breath, then he looked down at me with a smile and said "How about a shower?" I let his cock pop out of my mouth, looked up at him, swallowed the evidence of his climax in one big gulp, grinned and answered "Sure!" END (for now anyway) Maybe I'll get around to writing about what happens next, in the shower. _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>