Morning Quickie...

Buried deep in his pillow, face down, already bracing myself, I feel the mattress sink by my feet.

I feel his knee brush my inner thigh, then it's gone.

The smattering of hair on his stomach tickles my lower back before ever I feel that warm, satiny skin on mine.

Hands that have done such magic today now move with purpose and precision, placing my folded arms into the desired position--elbows bent to form forty-five degree angles; one continuous line now, tucked underneath my restless head.

I sigh silently into the fabric as his cock taps at my exposed labia, moving up, following that crevice as his voice suddenly sounds near my ear, his breath rushing out, thick and hot, as it moves over my neck.

"I'm going to flog you now."

He whispers it, his cheek pressed up against mine, our bodies stacked on his bed. I know.

Planting a lingering farewell kiss between my shoulder blades, I feel him begin to retreat, the delicious weight of him slowly working its way down my form until he's gone again.

I hear it in his hand.

I hear the weight of it, hear the leather strands moving against one another.

Then they're moving down my body, trailing like rivulets of water, starting at the top of my back.

The cool leather runs along my skin, inoffensive. I sigh again.

Again. Again and again. Feels gorgeous.

Then it's gone.

I hear the wind-up. Hear the leather creak, hear it cut the air, then--

THUD.