Erotica For Girls

myredbike:

Psst. It’s Sunday morning. We don’t have to get up yet. There is no rush to jump out of bed. The alarm is off and there are no urgent meetings or appointments. This is Sunday morning. This is when we wake up slowly.

First in our heads, with our eyes still closed. Some quiet and relaxed talking. Nothing important, just talking. Then with our hands, with our eyes still closed. My hands over your waist and tummy. Yours over my head and thigh. Then with our mouths, with our eyes still closed. My lips on your shoulders and neck. Yours on my arm and chin.

Then I slide inside you from behind, with our eyes still closed. Slow and relaxed. No hard and fast quickie this time. No loud noises. Just sliding in and out of you slowly. Two bodies moving the way they’re supposed to. Taking in the sensation of your warm body and your deep breathing. Your tightness and your gentle movements back into me.

That’s what Sundays are for. Sleeping in. Quiet time. And me inside you.

(Source: sextattoos)