Wake up with me.

There’s that moment as you start to wake up, before you even realise that you are, when you realise with a glow that fills you that you aren’t alone in bed.

When I lived with a partner, I took that feeling for granted. I don’t even know if I felt it because waking up with someone was just one of those things.

On that morning, I woke up with an extra glow of knowing I wasn’t alone and of the evening before. As soon as I stirred, I felt the first gentle caress. It’s like breathing in the sweetest fresh meadow air. Without conscious thought, my body responds, moving closer, opening while I start to reach for her too.

I know that she is smiling before I look. I know that her other hand is on him. I adore the quiet dawn calm, brought to life by our ever faster breathing and the movement of her hands as she, the queen of multi tasking, found exactly the right moves for both of us.

For me, morning sex feels intimate. It’s often less frantic and more about connection than hunger. Not that it doesn’t sometimes lead to a more frantic and hungry sort where my greed for the other person is obvious.

On this particular morning, there was a wonderful intimate connection between the three of us. I get that delicious tingle down my spine, straight to my arse and cunt, everytime I think about the three of us spooning. All folded together, moving in harmony. His cock in her arse, a dildo in her cunt and her strap on in my arse.

I can safely say that starting the morning like that is an absolutely heavenly way to start the day.

I have always been delighted at the prospect of a new day, a fresh try, one more start, with perhaps a bit of magic waiting somewhere behind the morning.

~ J. B. Priestley