The Wet Morning
The sky was beginning to lighten, and it was a wet gray, gloomy kind of day. My eyes fluttered and opened as my hands idly caressed my breast. Slowly I stretched, my languid form underneath the weight of the down comforter and the memories of last night invaded my thoughts.The heat of her breath on my naked skin and the incessant probing of her stiff wet tongue caused me to shudder slightly as I rolled over onto my back. I knew what I would find before I even got there but still, I was...
Masturbation