I`ve been making plans. Big plans, huge plans, plans that I am dying to get started. They involve a list, a day routine and a hell of a lot of writing.
I found myself unable to sleep from the sheer excitement of this list. Yes, that`s how awesome my plans are.
This morning, I woke up too early. Six bloody AM is not made for getting up to. I turned around and lay on my stomach, wriggling. Almost… grinding into the mattress. Blame the excess amounts of horn I`ve been coping with. Blame the simmering undertone of this summer. I was aroused.
And so I figured. What would be a better way to start a day than with a wank?
I lay on my belly and reached down my shorts. Stroking my clit felt incredibly good, but my arm was in danger of going absolutely numb. So, I turned around and got Grey out of the closet.
Again, Grey saved the day. The vibrations felt like a wake-up call to my vagina (as if she needed to be any more awake), and soon, Grey was inside me. Fingers on clit, stroking myself to bliss, I truly enjoyed my wake up call.
I decided something at that point. Why not wank every morning? And every night before sleep? It`s good to wake up to and good to fall asleep to.
And I like a fondle in the morning.
I mean, who doesn`t?