Feels Like Sunday

I woke up this morning to the thrill of having yesterdays desire fulfilled. I can think of nothing better before I bounce out of the bed than the feeling I get when I feel hard cock sinking slowly pushing its way deep inside of me. Laying on my side, ass pushed back, making my back look like a reverse 'C', making sure my clit feels the friction as that dick slips in and out. THAT is the right way to start any day. 

Today feels like it should be Sunday.

If is were Sunday, he wouldn't have had to leave so early to get in traffic. If it were Sunday, I could have indulged myself with a long morning in bed spent eating food, and being eaten, licking and laughing, sucking and slurping, fucking and flirting... Well you get my drift. 

By no means do I wish to appear to be whining about what I didn't get. It's just that when it's 'GOOD', It puts me in the mood for 'Great!' 

Who am I trying to kid? I am damn near always in the mood.