I like morning sex.
This is not to say that I don’t like sex at night. Or in the evening. Or at lunch. Or after dinner. Or before. Or between courses. But I particularly like it in the morning.
The ideal beginning to any day would be a nice engine-revving session of knocking boots followed by a big bowl of oatmeal.1
I haven’t had morning sex all that often. Maybe that’s why I like it so much. Because it’s a rare treat. Like caviar.2
In the couple of years that the Attorney and I have been keeping company, we have never had morning sex.
That’s because we have never woken up next to each other. 3
Since I can’t leave Granny by herself at night, I have have never had a sleep over at the Attorney’s. Some late nights but never until sunrise.
What does he look like when he rolls out of bed afters eight hours? Bed head? Puffy eyes? Dried drool in the corners of his mouth? How bad is his morning breath?
I wanted to know these things.
And I wanted to do a little internal gut punching as the robin sang his first song.
So, I figured out a way.
Sunday is the Attorney’s day to sleep in. Especially on Sundays that he has decided that he isn’t going to church.
So, yesterday I decided to get up extra early and drive down to Knoxville and slip in bed with him before he got up. I didn’t know if he had plans for church or not, but I figured we could get business out of the way in time for him to get there and be absolved for all the sins he had committed just a couple of hours before. Sins so fresh he would still be able to smell them on his fingertips.
I deactivated the alarm, let myself in, put the fruit and muffins I picked up for afterwards in the kitchen, stripped down and headed up to the master bedroom.
He was still asleep. And he looked pretty much like he always does. No drool. Maybe a little bed head.
I wasn’t able to get in bed without waking him up. He got startled for a moment, then focused and stretched with sweet “Hey.”
He put his glasses on and sat upright.
“What are you doing here? What time is it?” he asked.
I told him how I just wanted to wake up next to him, then I took off his glasses and told him to go back to sleep.
We settled in together, spoon fashion. I wrapped one arm around his chest and gripped his pec in my hand, and threw one leg over his. I made myself into a coccoon around him, with my nose in his neck.
We lay there for a bit. Just breathing.
Then I heard him say my name.
“Tony.”
There was a hint of being annoyed in the tone.
“What?”
“It’s too early for that,” he responded.
“What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean,” he said over his shoulder, pushing his ass back against my hardened cock for emphasis.
I didn’t even realize I had started to bone. But I had. And I was poking his backside.
“It’s too early. So, put it away.”
The Attorney is not so into morning sex.
And as any of you with peckers know, it’s not that simple. To just put it away. Generally once the bull is outta the stall, you gotta ride it.
So we changed positions. He became the outside spoon, and me the inside. He wrapped his arm around me and placed his hand on my belly. I pushed it lower and wrapped his fist around my dong.
He squeezed it. I sighed.
He worked me with his hand until I popped.
We dozed off.
Relationships are all about compromise.
Apparently so is bull-riding.
{ fin }
- with a follow-up blow job, just to take the edge off. [↩]
- Sometimes just as salty. [↩]
- Unless you count naps. [↩]
Tony, morning sex is awesome. The attorney will come around! Perhaps it’s because he wasn’t expecting you, let alone what you carry with you, at that hour. When you finally get to spend a night together, he’ll be the one waking you up!
Thought about you and him last week. The “Big Orange Caravan” came thru here on Monday. I got to have lunch with Pat Summit (I got the Summit Stare, and didn’t melt!), Lane Kiffin and Bob Kesling. It was fun.
Hope all is well!
I too love the morning for sexual activity. I like to say I’m of the Marvin Gaye school of lovemaking… “Wake up!”
I must admit to a furtherance of tissue below my belt line at the moment….you porn writer, you. As for the time time day….there are definitely moments, or times, or attitudes, that work better than others. I’m glad that you enjoyed the hand job.
Speaking as a total top, I like sex at any/all moments that involves fucking. Mornings are cool because they can be very spontaneous. But some guys are hypersensitive about “being clean” etc. I appreciate that, but when you’re in a relationship, sometimes you just deal.
You can delight and educate him in due time to the glories of morning sex. Besides, how could he resist you?????
Tony, that’s the kind of tale that makes me want to be in love. or Lust. I will take them both.
Well, don’t you enjoy a challenge? Isn’t this the best possible kind?
I like morning sex but I tend to be cranky in the mornings. The trick is to wake me while I have a boner. If he is “up”, he is in control if you wake me. If he is not up, then I grumbled and roll back over and promptly fall back to sleep. Fortunately, I almost always wake up with a boner…
You like oatmeal???? Yikes!
May I just say you have to be one of the most romantic men east of the Mississippi. I don’t see how anyone could resist your charms at any time of the day or night. By the way I disagree with the Attorney; it’s never (N-E-V-E-R) too early for that.
“Sins so fresh he would still be able to smell them on his fingertips.”
Best Blog Line of 2009, so far!
[This was worth the wait, Tony! You sure can spin a tail--uh, I meant tale!]
When I was a teenager I faithfully read the Playboy Advisor each month. I recall reading the Advisor’s response to a reader’s question about morning sex. The advice was that it was best to avoid it because you never knew if something better might come along that day. Now that it was been many years since losing my virginity, I have come to the conclusion that the advice was wrong. Morning sex is the best! And if something better comes along, I can tap that too!
Tony, I’m with you, including an appreciation for a great bowl of oatmeal.
I’ve been permission by the husband to initiate sex at any hour of the night or early hours of the morning that I wake horned up. At first I abstained, fearing to wake and annoy him no matter what he said. Then one five am I awoke so strainingly hard that I just greased him up and had at it. He was ecstatic. I abstain no longer.
I’ve been told this: when someone tries to cuddle with me when I’m sleeping, and if I don’t wake up, I take both of my legs and heave them right out of bed onto the floor. I don’t remember doing it. I don’t recall doing it. In fact, it surprises me that I would do such a thing. I’ve done it to men, I’ve done it to women, I’ve done it to Rick….so I’ve been told.
I like. My guy would never go for that. “I can do THAT by myself.”