There is a magical time in the early hours of each morning. A time no one minds to be woken up. A time where your senses are heightened, where every passing second is deliciously tempting.
This happened only the other day. Being brushed awake by the stroke of a naked body, close to my own, made me tingle with excitement. It was about 3.30am. I had no complaints at all.
However, I must confess; it’s not just the state of being breathless and the state of being pleasured I enjoy. I do love it; I love every last kiss, every last touch, and every last whisper in my own ear. But there is one thing you can only experience in the early hours of the morning
After, when all is done, we curl up together skin to skin, palm to palm; satisfied, comfortable and feeling LOVED.
And I sleep very soundly, knowing I’ll wake up and return to the real-working world, with a great big smile upon my face.