There's something particularly wonderful about waking up to a warmth of covers. It's not so cold (yet!) that my bits are frozen, just chilly enough so that the blankets envelop me in a kind of semi-sleepy haze. The wonderfully erotic charge that happens when wakening enhances the moments. I don't want to get out of bed - this is too nice.
The chance to touch, feel, energize - it's all good.
More, please, sir?
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