.you.

4 am was the time on the clock when the alarm rang. I set it that early so I could unlock the door for when you came over. I'd go back to sleep of course, but the door would almost always wake me no matter how quiet you were. I lived for those days, they made the week worth while. Our "breakfast in bed" weekly regiment. I even changed my schedule so we could have more time together. You would immediately get naked and crawl into bed with me. No time was wasted in touching each other as much as possible, kissing, sucking, licking, fucking, drenching my bed with the orgasms you were so adept at giving me. It became an on switch, you'd stick your finger in my pussy and the gushing was instant. I miss your fingers. I still think you owe me a new mattress.

We'd always sit there naked after, my back against your chest, sipping coffee and talking, laughing. You'd stroke my nipples, driving me wild. You know how sensitive they are.. I could be brought to orgasm with the right nipple touching. These were the days before we stepped it up, before I knelt before you and said "Yes Sir" and turned our meetings into the after shower and asspresso.

The days after those are equally cherished. How you came into the door, immediately wrapped your arms around me, kissed me deeply, passionately, then immediately took a fist full of hair, pressed me up against the wall by my throat.. finding the gush switch and torturing me with orgasms before commanding me to my knees and forcing your cock down my throat.

Those were the days.

I miss them.

I miss you. So do my holes.