Saturday Morning FeverI dreamed that I awoke in her bed. Warm. Cozy. Close. Our limbs intertwined like familiar lovers.She’s asleep. So peaceful. Angelic. She even has a hint of a smile on her face.I look at her clock as I carefully slip out of bed. It’s still a little bit early. The alarm should be going off before too terribly long. It’s still dark outside.I creep off quietly to the bathroom to take care of things.Then I find a washrag and soap. I give myself a quick sponge bath at her sink. I wash my face and … the fun bits. I put a dab of her toothpaste on my finger and take care of the morning blah. I want to be fresh for her. Looking in her mirror, I imagine her behind me. Her hands around my waist. Her lips on my neck. Whispering her ‘good morning’ in my ear.I close türbanlı bayburt escort my eyes and imagine it’s her finger in my mouth. I get a little tingle at the thought of her fingers in me. No. Too soon for that. I open my eyes again. Rinse. Ah, minty-fresh! I spot her perfume on the shelf. One spritz into the air and I walk into the fine mist. Mmmm. It reminds me of her. I smile to myself.I make my way back to her bed and carefully slip in. Ten minutes until the alarm. I snuggle close to her. My leg find it’s way between hers. My warmth against her leg, hers against my leg. My hand on her belly. I lay quietly with her, watching her sleep.The clock radio comes to life. An overly-caffeinated radio personality is türbanlı bayburt escort bayan selling the product of the moment.Her eyes flutter. She stirs. Stretches. Yawns. She turns to me. She brushes the hair from my face. “Good morning sweetheart.” she says. “Mmmmm. You smell good. Did you seep well?””Yes, I did, thank you. I helped myself to some of your perfume before you woke. I hope that’s okay.” I kiss her cheek. “What’s your day like today?” I ask.”Uhm … ” she thinks about it for a moment. “Nothing until this afternoon.” she replies, making her way to the bathroom.”Hurry back? I’d love to spend the morning in bed with you.””Ooooh!” she coos excitedly.While she’s away, I move more toward the headboard and türbanlı escort bayburt try to strike a sexy pose for her. I slip one leg out from under the linens and lift my knee. My hand finds it’s way below the sheet. Not so much for self-pleasure, but more to give her something fun to see when she returns.She appears in the doorway. “Do you need to …” she asks. “I did before you woke up.” I reply. She clicks the light off and lets her robe fall open. She pauses to look at me on the bed. “Couldn’t wait? Naughty girl!” she teases.She climbs into bed, settling between my legs. She pins my wrists against the mattress with her hands. Her breasts are just above me. Taunting me. Just out of reach. I stick out my tongue as far as I’m able, trying to reach her. It’s no use. She teases me. Taunts me. It’s such sweet torture.”Please?” I whimper. She lowers herself a little.If I raise my head and stick my tongue out as far as I’m able, I’m just barely able to tickle her nipple with the tip of my tongue. But I am happy.My alarm clock begins to buzz. My dream is interrupted. Nooooo!I smack the snooze bar.I think of her while my fingers dance.