Fucking

Awake. Agitation. Then the sweet nudge of Faf's cold wet nose on my hand flopped just off the end of the bed. Lord Byron. A huge morning boner. "Babe," I say to the open air. I never speak directly to her for fear of morning breath. "Babe". I hear her slow moan to consciousness and then the crisp almost unreal alertness of a "Hi, good morning, i love you so much Rose." That's her new thing, adding 'so much' to her proclamation of love. This after I've blatantly attempted to get rid of her on multiple occasions citing difference of class or creed or need but never desire. "I love you too" I say silently and toward the wall as I reach back to feel her thigh, then hair then crotch. I like to get my hand right up on her soft parts quickly while still in a state of comfortable half sleep. I look for reciprocation imagining mounting her from behind and surprising her with a thumb slipped in the ass. I wished she was my only lover - that's the big secret. Not that I have other lovers or that I'm a cheat but in the morning hours there are times I remember the girl is not going to be Buttercup or _ _ _ _ or my ex-wife or Coco from high school years. I remember the price of time and lingering, of not moving on quickly. Sounds sappy now but the juice of another human changes your code, changes mine. Lord Byron grabbed my cock still hard from waking. "Do you have a condom," Lord Byron asked. She won't let me cum inside without it, rather our juices don't quite flow and the cum burns. In the same sense, her cunt has a bit of a ridge that rubs the shaft just below my head raw if not careful. It feels good, all that I need, though there are these realities. And now, since the past year or more I don't like a woman coming on to me rather I prefer to let tension build then fuck, then leave it alone until the tension builds then spontaneously fuck. Many of my friends have suggested I take a few years off, not do or date anyone and get back into it later. Most of those folks are alone however or not getting fucked and claiming it choice. Most of the time at this point I think of death and it's (fucking) finality so prefer to try at it - to go about love making with good intention and loyalty and respect. It's Lord Byron I love I say, that's why we 'do it' (a phrase I picked up from _ _ _ _ two years back when we used to get drunk, stumble home and, as she would say, "Are we gonna do it" - emphasis on the 'do it' part). It's not just the fucking with Lord Byron and I though. The same is true for all good lovers - we sleep in a warm bed together, most nights not performing coitus because eventually we will succumb to it and it will perform us. "Just let it build" I tell her. That's how I prefer it anyway. For her, at this stage the hornier bat, she gives in and just waits for it unless of course she needs to give head - oral fixation. Then I can't hold back, preferring the sweet spot between her thighs. Good call. "Good call baby?" That's what Lord Byron says when her tits are exposed, firm and perky as they are. She does this to egg me on because the first time I saw those bare tits I exclaimed it, couldn't help myself - "Good call!" As in 'good call on those picture perfect tits!' And they are. My girl was built for land, strong and moving swiftly across it. Ropey arms, ass, thighs and fit. Run you down kind of fit. In Philadelphia I was pointing out those incredible features to Youngest stopping just short of checking her teeth. "Yes, yes, I see, very tight model. I like a strong woman," he replied playing along, Lord Byron beaming with joy, a bit embarrassed at the attention. Speaking with Youngest's girl, Baby, a few weeks back, the time I was snowed in after a connecting flight never left the ground, we had a similar conversation. Baby likes to talk about sex and really get into it. "I kind of just want to fuck Lord Byron in the ass. Just turn her over and stick it straight in," I said. "Yes, then you do that," Baby responded with enthusiastic certainty. "Really," I replied in a half questioning assertive reply. "Yes, you should," Baby confirmed unwavering. Just prior we were discussing porn and masturbation. Babe is a horny, horny girl - always sticking here hands down her pants - cumming 3 or 4 times a morning she claimed. She would just excuse herself, head to the bedroom and rub one out. "I like to watch two girls going at it - grrrr," She motioned rubbing her palms vigorously together while scrunching her face, "Rub those pussies together - grrrr." "Yea," she adds, laughing into it. I giggled, "Fuck yea, Yes then." I personally didn't like to think of two girls going at it. For me a gang bang or just straight pumping penetration. God damn it. Good thoughts and actions are required for good lives, I thought and hoped this honesty was good. Real good. Good enough. "Grrrrrr... Yea!"