Fantasy about meeting Larisa Oleynik/Avril Lavigne.
.. you can't leave me hanging like this." My voice might have taken on a bit of a pleading tone as I continued, "There are terrible side effects for a man when he doesn't finish..." I'm totally bullshitting here since I honestly don't know of any medically proven side effects to be had from not having an orgasm but there is definitely the discomfort factor and right now I am desperate to have her finish what she started.
"Nope. Don't believe you..." pausing as she cautiously got back into bed, wary of me grabbing for her again, "...however," She resumed sweetly, "If you promise to let me get a good nights sleep I might be able to pick up where I left off when I wake up in the morning."
I thought about that for a moment as she got herself settled back into bed.
"You promise?" I asked, not in too demanding of a tone but let's face it, she has left me hanging and I am either going to have to finish things off myself which, while it gets the job done, is no where near to the pleasure I was experiencing just ten minutes prior.
"I promise" She murmured, already drifting off to sleep.
I lay there unable to fall asleep for a long while as I turned over the options before me. I could take care of myself tonight or, a much more pleasing thought, I could wait until the morning to get more of what I'd been enjoying so much tonight. It was a tough choice but as I drifted off to sleep it occurred to me that as much as I was looking forward to waking up in the morning there might be a future opportunity in which I could get Sweet Revenge. Thinking of what I'd do to her when that time came had me falling asleep with a smile on my face.
All this flew through my mind in a split second and you can read what happened to me upon my Waking Up In The Morning another time, right now I'm sure you just want me to get back to what happened for 35 minutes today.
So I'm standing there in a cold kitchen and it's getting late in the morning and judging by the lack of evidence, Jane has not had breakfast. Coffee, yes. Breakfast, no. Grabbing a coffee cup from the cupboard I poured the last of the coffee into my cup. Only half a cup. Great. I glanced over at Jane, she is in her own world still so I set about making a new pot of coffee and it was while the beans were grinding that she became aware of her surroundings.
"Oh, I didn't hear you come downstairs. I've been up since five working on this new scene." Pausing to drink from her coffee cup, Jane grimaced and set cup back down. "Ugh! Cold coffee. Thank you for making a fresh pot. I would have brought you up a cup when I made the first pot but you looked like you really needed the sleep."
"Yeah thanks, five would have been too early." I responded as I set about scooping the coffee grounds into the waiting filter. "Are you planning on having any breakfast or did you already have something to eat?" The silence behind me had me turning to see if Jane had heard my question, she hadn't. Jane was still sitting at her desk but stretching her arms up over her head and yawning at the same time. Watching her as she slowly rolled her shoulders to work out the tension of sitting at the desk for over four hours I once again realized just how lucky I was to be able to share my life with her.
Jane doesn't focus on her looks the way some women do. She doesn't wear a lot of makeup but she doesn't need it as she radiates a natural beauty. Her long hair is a deep chestnut brown and falls just past her shoulders although this morning she has it up in a messy bun with loose strands on one side curling around her face. Jane sees me staring at her and smiling says, "What?" pushing the loose hair behind her ear and arching one of her shapely eyebrows.
"Just thinking of how good you look and wondering if you are up for anything this morning." I replied thinking that while breakfast was more practical I'd take a good healthy round of sex first if she was up for it.
She contemplates it for a moment and I'm thinking I might be in luck.