Even before i'd opened my eyes and yawned my first yawn i knew that this morning was going to be the finest of mornings, an intuition encouraged by the soft hand on my warm flesh and the gentle whisperings of bed-warm womanhood in my ear.
She always did know how to pick the right moment, her impeccable timing beautifully catching me just as my dreams were slowly floating away with my senses still slumbering and pliable to her every need.
I was putty in her tenderly attentive hands as she artfully moulded me into her morning plaything.
Nothing is quite so sweet as being seductively cajoled into something that you wanted to do anyway, persuaded with an easy rhythm that you are merely submitting to anothers lustful will and not simply fulfilling your own desires.
I fleetingly wondered what dreams she'd enjoyed throughout the hours of darkness to make her awake in such a delightful mood but quickly decided that it mattered little.
Happy indeed is the woman who knows the true magic of Morning Glory and becomes a learned mistress and expert practitioner of its mystic art, shaping her man into whatever she requires and achieving her complete personal satisfaction before the day has even begun.
© Sean Barrett - Dec 2010