The Wet Morning
A gloomy day became a bright one as I felt my wetness.The sky was beginning to lighten, and it was a wet gray, gloomy kind of day. My eyes fluttered and opened as my hands idly caressed my breast. Slowly I stretched, my languid form underneath the weight of the down comforter and the memories of last night invaded my thoughts. The heat of her breath on my naked skin and the incessant probing of her stiff wet tongue caused me to shudder slightly as I rolled over onto my back....