With my laptop gone
I’ll get no posts done
But I’ve still got my phone
And its a smart one
So I could write a poem
And sit in the sun
But I can’t be fucked
You wake before me and run your hand gently down my sleeping form and find me erect, so you start to play with me, gently, slowly, stroking my morning glory up and down. You watch my face, smiling, wanting to drink in my expression when I wake and realise what you are doing.
I hover in that twilight that lies between sleep and consciousness for a moment and then my eyes spring open with realisation and I find you grinning naughtily at me. I kiss you and slip my hands between your legs, but you stop me. “No,” you say, “this one’s for you.” I kiss you again and lie back.
“Be quick though my love, I have to get to work.”
“I’m not going in today,” you smile, “phone in sick, let’s spend the day in bed.” You have my phone and you dial my office, hand it to me once it is ringing.
“Ok,” I agree, “stop for a tick, while I speak to my boss.” You do not. “Hello,” I say to reception, shooting you a look, “can you put me through to Ms Clarke please. You get faster and press yourself into me, letting me feel your heat. I’m put on hold. “Stop it!” I glare through a grin. You do not though and I start to cum the moment my boss answers the phone. I try to gesture to you who I am talking to but you carry on, expertly bringing me to climax. My voice comes out in a squeak, and you watch my face intently, and bite your lip to stop yourself laughing out loud. My excuse is punctuated by half repressed orgasmic moans and gasps, my spunk rushing through me and over me as you finish me off. My boss accepts my reasons, tells me to look after myself and that she can hear that I don’t sound quite right.
I hang up, you are roaring with laughter, I grab you and pin you to the bed in pretend fury at what you have just done.
“Get off!” you tell me, “Don’t! you’ll get it all over me!” I lower myself onto you.”Eeeeewwww!” you shreik in mock disgust. “Get off!” I rub myself over you and feel you wriggle delightfully under me and we wrestle playfully until we fall onto the floor, our sides hurting from the laughter.
The day is spent, in bed, making love and eating ice cream and drinking tea and making love and watching old movies and making love.