Thursday morning
You stood by the door in a towel, fresh from the shower. I looked at you and unconsciously licked my lips. I knew I had done when you smirked a little, letting me know of my own actions. You walked to where I was lying, removed your towel and sat on me. A switch was turned off so effortlessly. Before I knew it, my mouth, body, my hands were moving, free from my will, obedient to only yours.
