Morning Brings Chagrin
I slept well, the hormonal release of the ruined orgasm bringing deep slumber. Plus, Becky cuddled with me. I was kept nude, sleeping on my right side as she rested behind me, spooning against my back. Disappointing that she remained clothed... glimpses of her charms rare.
Also, not out of mind, is the somewhat dominant coupling. Normally it would be the male lying behind in such a position. Instead Becky’s arms entwine about my torso. I may be mistaken but I believe hands fondled me at various times throughout the night.
So I awaken, and again the toilet beckons, my immediate need somewhat curtailed by wavering nocturnal penile tumescence.
“You’re hard for me again, Ryan,” feeling the muscles of Becky’s arms tighten to embrace as I attempt to arise.
As I begin
