Morning Wood

Men aren't the only ones who get a little frisky in the morning...

Yes, I understand; it's physical. You awaken and Little Man is ready to wake up too!

Yes, General! Reporting for Duty, Sir!

We all know Abuse is wrong, but most of the time you guys have to beat him 'till he shuts up.

*sigh*

When I wake up, I slowly roll over to the other side of the bed. You know, that "other" side, the uncomfortable side.

Only one side of a bed is comfy, and that is YOUR SIDE. The other side is like a bag of rocks.

So, I roll over but no one is there. I lay there for awhile, still half-asleep but half humping a pillow.

I stroke pillow's... umm... "face"...

Throughout the tossing and turning, the sheets have become tangled around my ankles. I am stretched across the bed, my tiny T-shirt halfway up around my chest and my panties sliding down and off to one side.

Drool is hanging from the corner of my mouth as I mumble incoherently... "Yoooo know I sssso sexy, yooooo know you liked-did-did that. C'mon..."

I tussle with the down feathered bag awhile... "Baby there's tiiiiime, gimme a little".

Hypnotically, I rub my swollen parts against the comforter.

I awaken to find I am raping a pillow.

Again.

That fucking bitch was asking for it.