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This Morning

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Memory  of a time I masturbated one morning


I masturbated this morning thinking of you.  Woke up with a big time piss hardon, I mean, one that really hurt, and I hauled myself out of bed and headed toward the bathroom.  Just after six, and a Sunday morning, so I knew I could jump back into bed and sleep in a bit today. Took a minute to get the flow started, and God did it feel good.  Full bladder, and the water in the toilet bowl was solid yellow by the time I’d finished.  Shook the last few drops off and went back to bed. Just barely sunlight, and it was going to be a hot one today.  I stretched out, laying on my left side as I always do, naked, and made the pillow comfy around my neck and shoulders.  And if by magic, there was that hardon again.  But I didn’t need to piss this time, I needed to cum. Closed my eyes and pictured you lying next to me the last time we made love, and I swear, that added another inch and several degrees of hardness to my already engorged cock.  B cup tits, nipples hard, sticking up maybe half an inch, mostly flat stomach, and that almost unruly bush of yours.  Brownish blonde hair, a shade darker than on your head, and running down the sides of your pussy, framing your cunt lips.  I’d awakened that morning to the sight of your hand down there, rhythmically stroking up and down, and I’d laid there mesmerized, watching.  Always excited me to watch you do yourself. My cock was hard then, too, just like it was this morning, and a little twitch told me that some pre-cum was leaking out.  Almost absent-mindedly I reached down and caught a drop with my fingertip and rubbed it on my frenulum – ah, did THAT feel good.  The image in my mind continued, your pussy, and the memory of just how tight you were added to the visual in my mind’s eye.  Felt good to stroke this morning too, it had been a while since I’d jacked off a good one. “Love your thick cock,” she often said, and she did so that morning.  She was looking at me then, watching me stroke it, and increasing the speed of her own hand.  “Shoot it on me.”  And the way it was building up this morning I knew it wouldn’t be long before I recreated that moment in the here and now.  Why is it that it feels so good to masturbate, to pull on your hard cock until that white stuff comes spurting out, and the release feels so good?  Never have quite answered that question, but suddenly this morning I was there, and it was a good one.  First three shots would have covered her bush easily, and I know she’d have immediately rubbed it in, and her rubbing would have gotten her off too.  The rest would have hit her thigh, maybe the back of her arm. God, did that feel good… oh shit!  Forgot my cum rag.  Cum all over the bed now… it’ll dry by bedtime tonight though… or maybe it’s time to run the bedding through the wash. I closed my eyes again and drifted off to sleep.

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