I am sure many can relate to the feeling of post orgasmic bliss. The way you feel the morning after an intense scene. It doesn’t matter if it was online, on the phone or in a dream. You lie in bed, recounting the steps from the night before. The stirring sensation, the ache, the longing to capture that moment. The struggle to get out of bed, and detach from those feelings. I had that experience this morning. Today I woke up with … morning wood, and thoughts of you .
The alarm rings in the distance....
Not wanting to move
Morning wood evidenced in my boxers
Pulsating with thoughts of you
Sounds of last night's desperation
Adrenaline coursing through my veins
Remembering the words that fueled my desire
Please Sir, may I cum"......
I lifted her chin, forcing her eyes to meet mine
Do you think you suffered enough whore?
Do as your told, and don’t ask again!
Your orgasms belong to me now
She stifled a whimper...
Barely audible, yet it resonates to my core
Hips gyrating, fingers buried, just as I had ordered
I grin.....knowing what will come next
Pull your fingers out … Now!
My command is firm, words not to refuse
"Do you feel empty Whore?"
She manages a pathetic…”Yes Sir!”
Voice filled with desperation
As I shout my next command
She obeys, as I say the words she longs to hear…
The alarm continues to ring in the distance
Morning Wood, now overflowing, with thoughts of you!
~WW
