You know those days when, as a guy, you wake up and feel really horny for no reason at all? Yep. That was today. Sunday.
I cracked my eyes open and the first thing I saw wasn't the ceiling, or the light trying to sneak past the curtains—it was her. Celestia.
She was curled into my side, breathing soft and steady, wearing one of my shirts. Not buttoned all the way, of course. That would've been too easy. No, a few buttons undone, just enough to tease, just enough to remind me what I couldn't stop wanting. The fabric had slipped, revealing the smooth line of her collarbone and just enough of her cleavage to taunt me. Not much. Just enough. Enough to make my morning wood kick against the sheets like it had its own brain.
I stared, and my thoughts weren't exactly noble.
Sex? Maybe.
A blowjob? God, even just her hand.
I wasn't picky.
