Love PDA’s…especially when it’s clothing optional!
Just for the record…
I screwed up when I joined Tumblr — I don’t blog at this address (except by accident) — I blog at Mixing My Colors (for anyone who might care).
The best part of my mornings for some time now were when he’d open the door to my room and shove himself down my throat. He worked for the city and because the two of us lived out in a country area he had to be up and out before the sun rose in order to get there on time. There was no preparation the first time, no attempt to coax me at all, just a swift and silent glide into my eager mouth. I wasn’t sure how he figured me out and in that moment I didn’t care, but I very quickly set to align my sleeping patterns with his so I could be ready for him when he wanted me.
