The morning sun hinted at forbidden desires as he awoke.
A lingering touch from the night before still resonated.
Thoughts of Sunday Morning Wood filled his mind a playful anticipation.
The room felt charged with electric tension.
He recalled a Bedtime Story from his past a narrative of yearning.
A desire to play with daddy surfaced.
The air thickened with unrestrained passion.
A moment of shared vulnerability.
Their gazes met a spark of complicity.
The world outside faded a blur of irrelevance.
He yearned for more than just touch.
Every nerve tingled with anticipation.
The scent of arousal filled the space.
He remembered the taste of him.
A smile played on his lips a knowing look.
The moment was ripe for indulgence.
He imagined the friction of skin on skin.
A fantasy of forbidden encounters took hold.
The boundaries blurred between reality and desire.
His heart pounded with excitement for what was to come.
