I wake impossibly rigid and aching for you. I imagine my stiff cock slipping effortlessly into your soft, tight, warm depths. I imagine your eyes closing and your neck rolling back just a bit as I sink deeply into you. That little gasp, almost inaudible, that says “yes, there, fuck me now” as I press into you, that first stroke making my cock even harder. I imagine my mouth on the soft flesh of your neck, the beat of your pulse against my lips. I imagine the taste of you - your skin and your mouth and the flood of your cum.

I imagine again, as I do every day, the flawless, unblemished joy of hearing you cum under me.

Good morning angel.