this morning #69.

this morning, she awoke with her nipple wet & engulfed in another’s mouth. the sun hadn’t even come up & now the sheets were twisted around them & it was on like donkey kong. she liked it this way. with no time to get stuck in her own head, she could actually be in the moment for once & not mix sex with incessant questions about her partner’s motivation. there was enough headspace for fluorescent flashes & serotonin rushes & the urge to get on top. once there, she could shut her eyes tight & grind her hips to seize control. soon, her head wouldn’t be the only thing set free.