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Short Story in Progress (Twitches and Throbs)

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Good morning, sexy. Hope you had a restful sleep and that your dreams awakened you to the presence of me. Eyes open, heart racing, and that perfect dick in its hardest state of waiting. Knowing that if you close your eyes and release your mind, every inch of you becomes mine. Again.

My little note for Franco would surprise him when he started his day. Franco always began his mornings at his desk with a newspaper, coffee or tea, and CNN on the television. This morning, he would have one more thing to think about. Last night.

I captured Franco in his sleep. Both of us were tired.  Long days, busy schedules, and little time to breathe. I encouraged him to go to bed early even though he invited me over after dinner. Spending an evening with him was always beautiful, but watching him sleep was bliss. Something about the softness that settled upon his face, and the quiet that hid behind each breath. Strength and power live in his core, but Franco’s innocent tenderness becomes my weakness.

A few hours after he had succumbed to deep slumber, I snuggled closer to him, inhaling his sleep scents. Gentle musk blended with fresh linen. I felt tension travel from my thighs to my stomach. My quiet hand moved from his calf to his inner thigh where it waited, while my eyes fixated on the snuggled lump that would grow into fully extended pleasure. As soon as my hand grazed the flap of his shorts to rest on his chest, I saw it twitch.

Dick twitches make my clit throb.