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A Wake-Up Call
A Wake-Up Call
It's 6:30 as I glance at my watch when I finish parking on your
street, and I wonder if you'd been up as late as two o'clock calling
bulletin boards again. I climb the stairs and struggle somewhat with
your door key, trying to avoid too much noise that'll startle your dog,
who should recognize the sounds I make by now.
Once inside, I remove my shoes and grab an empty glass before I hit
the refrigerator on the way to your bedroom. The sun's just begun to
rise in the eastern window, which provides a pleasant glow within the
room. I pause to watch you as you sleep. You're laying in somewhat of
a fetus position on your right side, your legs are pulled up, arms
folded in front of you. Not knowing whether or not I'd stop this
morning, you went to bed nude anyway. The light sheet was pulled up to
just-above your breasts, with your left arm outside their protecive
covering. You are in a deep, peaceful slumber, hardly breathing, a
smile on your face.
I approach you from behind and lean over to kiss you on your left
ear-lobe, just lightly, then kiss my way down your neck, pulling away
your hair as I go. You're somewhat startled at first, but in your
subconscience mind you're only having a dream. You roll onto your
back, pulling the sheet tightly across your bountiful bosoms. I move
my head down to your left nipple and gently bite it through the sheet.
I can feel it growing harder as I nibble at it, ever so gently, not
wanting to wake you, yet. I reach over to your right tit and cup it
from underneath in my left hand, gently squeezing it within my palm,
pinching the growing nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I can
feel your heartbeat increase as I alternate between squeezing your
breast and pinching and biting your nipples.
Glancing up, I see the smile on your face growing, I feel your
breath increasing against my face.