I’ve had this open since first thing this morning.  It was the first thing that caught my eye on my dash as I was waiting in line at the post office.  I intended to post it and write a good morning post about how coffee and boobies are the best way to start out a day.  Well… it’s 4:30 now.  How do you suppose my day has been?  Time to crank that coffee maker back up and have another cup, that’s how.

curiousproclivities:

What shall I write about today…

Good Morning, Love.  It’s dark and rainy and you’re downstairs still in bed.  It’s the perfect kind of day to stay there too.  But I had fitful dreams…

simplewishes:

morning reverie

Veronica Braterskaya

Mornin’ Sweetie.  Want some breakfast?

Good morning, Love. 

(via some-quiet-time)

Baby.  I got perhaps the greatest text from you ever this morning. And it wasn’t even dirty.  So until I’m ready to say more about it here, I give you Theme Day: Happy Faces! 

(via some-quiet-time)

Good Morning, Baby.  Coffee?

Good morning Baby.  I never recovered from our conversation yesterday, and after some very naughty dreams, woke up positively dripping and ready for more.

Good morning, Baby.  Yes I know I usually take my coffee black, but I’m in the mood for some cream today.

(via mythoughtsonlovingher)

Good morning, Sunshine.   xoxoxo

via (bongofurynyc)

Good morning Baby.  I had fruit for breakfast like a good girl.

(via youfeelsogoodimgoingtocry)

Good morning Love.  I can’t imagine a more beautiful start to a week than this.  xoxo

(via deepervalley)

I’d settle for just the part about waking up pressed against your back right now, but soon we’ll have it all. I am so glad to have found someone who loves morning sex as much as I do.

strandedpearl:

You wake up with a warm body pressed against your back and a leg wrapped around your waist. She breathes softly in your ear, her hand reaching around to take yours. She leads it to the wet place between her legs, a little cry escaping her lips as your fingers fall on the soft petals of her pussy.

“Please?” she whispers. You oblige by turning over and spreading her thighs, your fingers still exploring the downy folds between them.

She takes your thickening cock in one hand, her petite palm barely able to contain its girth, and strokes it gently to full erection.

Unable to hold back your desire, you mount her quivering frame and slip into the very depths of her, pushing her up towards the bed frame while her startled moan fills the room.

(via strandedpearl-deactivated201103)

To revisit my obsession of last weekend, this is what I woke up thinking about.  And still am.  Such a lovely distraction on a busy work day like today.

ridingwild:

for some reason this morning

she needed him right there

in her tight-ringed canal

and she wanted him exploding at full depth

so she could feel that silken trickle

seeping out and making her blush and tingle

all through the simmering hours

of her all too proper work day

 (repost)