As the sun began to rise, I suddenly remembered why I left the blinds open the night before. Laying next to me was my latest escape. I think his name was Tom, but it could have been Ted. Honestly, I didn’t bother to remember it because I thought this one night stand would end with him leaving in the middle of the night. It wasn’t that I didn’t care for him. I’m not too fond of the early morning awkward goodbye. Something about this man made me want a little breakfast in bed.

As he slept, the outline under the sheet gave me a little hope that he would be dining in as well. His body defined underneath the now ruffled fabric, it was his midsection that caught my attention. Thick, long, and I could even see the large mushroom head of his cock. God, coffee is excellent in the morning, but cock is fantastic.

I traced my finger around his manhood, well, not touching him, but my finger moved as though I was a phantom ghost. Perched on my side, part of the sheet covering my bottom leg, it took all my self-control not to slide over and on while he slept. I was trying so hard not to be rude, but I have never been a sensible woman. Not when it came to men, at least. As much as I wanted him, I allowed this God of a man to sleep in my bed. That right, he would never know he was the first to last all night.

Rolling to my back, my hands refused to obey my mind. I brushed the tips of my fingers over my breasts. My nipples hardened almost immediately. I felt like a naughty teen who was about to get caught touching herself. What if he woke and saw me with my hands in my cookie jar? I’m honestly not shy, but I don’t know my morning lover, so do I care? Not in the slightest.

My fingers traced the pattern of a lover over my flesh, prickles of lust rising in their wake. I imagined his touch on my skin, the way he would take the remnants of the night before the lower he moved. Spreading my legs only a tiny bit, I bit my lip as my fingers teased the source of my heat. Still sleeping, my lover never moved an inch, but I felt as though he was watching me each time I closed my eyes to allow my body to escape into my bed of self-discovery.

As my breathing quickened, my fingers pushed deeper into the puddle of honey between my thighs. My own creation because of the condom wrapper from the night before lay on the nightstand. I might be reckless, but I’m not stupid.

Dipping deeper, I knew that if I was quiet, I could cum without this man even knowing, but wouldn’t it be better if it was him touching me? Too messy to have a second round with a stranger, though I wished for once that I wasn’t so scared of commitment. I was almost panting when the voice to the left of me stopped me dead in my tracks.

“Now, what do we have here this morning? Bad girl playing without me? I really should spank you for that,” he said.

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In the tranquil embrace of a quaint coastal town, nestled between towering cliffs and the vast expanse of the ocean, a tale of cosmic allure unfolded. It was a night when the heavens themselves seemed to dance, as the moon chased the sun into a captivating embrace, creating the celestial spectacle known as an eclipse.

Amidst this cosmic ballet, there existed a love story as old as time, yet as fresh as the sea breeze that whispered through the streets. It was a tale of forbidden desires and clandestine meetings, woven between the stars and the shadows cast by the moon.

At the heart of this story were two souls, bound by fate and consumed by an insatiable longing for each other. Gypsy, with her ethereal beauty and eyes that reflected the depths of the night sky, was a creature of the moon. Her every movement was poetry in motion, a silent symphony that echoed the mysteries of the universe.

Opposite her stood Sol, a man of earthly origins but with a spirit that soared amongst the constellations. His touch was like sunlight, warm and comforting, yet his gaze held secrets that only the stars could fathom.

Their love was a forbidden one, for they hailed from different worlds – she, a celestial being of the night, and he, a mortal bound to the earth. Yet, in the shadow of the eclipse, their worlds collided, and their passion ignited like the fiery corona that surrounded the obscured sun.

Under the cloak of darkness, they stole fleeting moments together, their whispers mingling with the rustle of the night breeze. Each stolen kiss was a defiance of fate, a rebellion against the forces that sought to keep them apart.

As the eclipse reached its peak, casting the world into an eerie twilight, Sol and Gypsy found themselves entwined in a dance as old as time itself. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, a reflection of the celestial bodies that watched over them.

In that moment, time stood still, and the boundaries between their worlds blurred. For as long as the eclipse lasted, they were neither mortal nor celestial, but simply two souls bound by an unbreakable bond.

But like all eclipses, their union was destined to be fleeting. As the moon released its hold on the sun and daylight returned to the world, Sol and Gypsy knew that they must part once more.

With a heavy heart, they bid each other farewell, knowing that their love would forever be a whispered secret, hidden within the shadows of the eclipse. Yet, as they watched the celestial bodies drift apart, they took solace in the knowledge that somewhere, in the vast expanse of the universe, their love would endure, eternal and unyielding.

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