Message-ID: <424eli9703311046@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: ImDulcinea@aol.com Subject: {Dulcinea} Repost : Breakfast in Bed (mf, cons, rom) Breakfast in Bed by Dulcinea (note: this is the morning after "The Massage") She awoke refreshed, feeling rested for the first time in a week. Stretching like a cat, she relished in the lack of tenseness, in the lack of pain in her muscles. He slumbered beside her, undisturbed by her movements. Suddenly, last night came flooding back into her memory. She fell asleep on him! He'd been giving her a delightful massage, and she had fallen asleep. Suppressing a giggle, she slid out of bed, grabbing her robe and dashing from the room. He'd been so sweet, so wonderful, and she'd fallen asleep after he'd made her feel so good. Well, let him sleep now. She would make up for that. When she returned to their room, he was just waking, and he smiled sleepily at her. "Good Morning!" He said. "And what are you up to this fine morning?" "Good Morning." She returned happily. She rested the bed tray she carried on the bed, handing him the paper she had folded under her arm. "I have for you this morning a sausage omelet, coffee, and an apology." She blushed. "I am sorry for falling asleep last night." "Oh Honey. Don't be silly!" He reached for the breakfast tray, breathing deep the aroma of the morning coffee. "You've been so tired. I just wanted you to feel good." "And I did." She lifted her orange juice in a toast, and they set into the meal. "But I bet you didn't feel good when you went to sleep to last night. In fact, I'll bet your cock was hard, and you had to calm down before you could sleep." "Well, yeah." He felt his cock twitch as she spoke. "But Honey, you know I would rather you had the chance to get rested. One little hard-on won't kill me, you know." He ate the last bite of his omelet. "I love breakfast in bed!" She finished her omelet and put her plate aside. "Well, honey, I'm wide awake now. And I want to make up for last night." Moving the tray down to the floor, she crawled across the bed, kissing him. He could taste the sweetness of the orange juice on her lips, and he felt her probing hand move under the blankets to touch his semi-hard cock. He dropped his hands to the belt on her robe, untying the knot. The fabric fell open, her breasts pushing their way out. Her fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking him gently, his cock growing in her grasp. Cupping her breasts, he pushed the soft flesh together, playing with the nipples. "You have beautiful breasts." He said, for the thousandth time. Catching her wrists, he held her hands up, then rolled, pinning her beneath him. Fastening his lips around the nipple, he tried to suck her entire breast in his mouth, or so it seemed. She laughed, pushing his head back. "Stop! You know I'm ticklish on the undersides of my breasts." "Yes." His fingers began to tickle her under her breasts, making her laugh even harder. "I know." "Beast." "Oh, beast, am I?" He laughed maniacally, lifting her hips so he could plunge his hard cock into her. She gasped, her pussy suddenly full, his balls slapping against her ass. "I'll show you a beast, madam!" He began to plunge in and out of her, hard and fast, growling in the back of his throat. She laughed, throwing her arms around his neck and enjoying the ride. Suddenly, he stopped. "I'm tired." He said, yawning. He pulled his cock out her and rolled over, closing his eyes. "Wake me up about noon." "What?" She sat up, outraged. "Why you.... you...." He rolled over on his back, laughing at her. "Come on Baby." He crooked his finger at her. "Come here." "Ooooh! You really are a beast!" She said, but she crawled across the bed, swinging her leg over to straddle him. One hand around his cock, she guided herself down on top of him. "Sometimes, I really hate you." "You would make love to a man you hate?" "Only if it's you, idiot!" She tweaked his nipple, and he immediately copied her move. His hand then trailed down her stomach to her clit, his fingers rubbing the little button until she cried out. He came as she did, pulling her down and holding her against him. They lay together for some time, then he kissed her, sitting up to officially start the day. "Honey." He said. "I think we should have breakfast in bed more often." -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /