When morning comes, I'm mostly best avoided: it takes me a while to shake off the indolence of sleep, and if pressed I can become exceedingly crotchety. What I needed, I reflected, was a pleasant wake-up call, something which would bring me round in a slow and refreshing way. I kicked Mr Loverman.

"Lick me awake," I murmered, my eyes still closed. "Slowly, all of me."

Groaning as he stretched his cramped body, Mr Loveman manoeuvred himself into position and began to comply. He started on my feet, of course, since my toes were still wedged in his mouth. They would be more wrinkled than the Queen Mother's arse, I reflected, after all that time. Mr Loverman eased my big toe from its new nightly refuge and licked tentatively at the sole of my foot. I was brave, but not for long, as my feet are incredibly sensitive; Mr Loverman sensed my discomfort and quickly passed to the front of my foot, bypassing the already well serviced toes and licking instead up the bony joints towards my ankle.

He began to trail his tongue up my ankle and calf towards the knee. I had to slap him on the head at one point to slow him down, but by and large he had developed a steady, languid lapping style and was assiduously covering every inch of my flesh. At the knee, I made him stop and start again on the other leg, this time thrusting my toes into his mouth for a comprehensive suck, since they had been neglected in the night. He repeated his actions and once more reached the knee. This time I allowed him to continue his journey and he began to lap up my thigh, sightlessly following the route defined by his outstretched tongue. I sighed dreamily as it rasped deliciously against my soft skin, sliding in to my inner thigh, his breath hot and servile.

As he reached the line of my pussy I grabbed his head and forced him to bypass it, deferring until later the pleasures to be had from that moment, and he licked instead along my pelvic bone to my hip, then in to my belly button and across to the other hip. I am particularly sensitive along my sides and I squirmed delightedly as his tongue traversed my skin, trailing refreshing slivers of saliva in its wake.

His tongue continued upwards towards my breasts, breasts which he had seen for the first time the previous night as I towered over him, preparing to descend on his waiting face. He had seen them from afar on that occasion, and earlier had almost been able to touch them, as he washed me in the bath. Now his tongue was to be allowed the privilege of touching them, and he cautiously approached the swell of my left breast, licking upwards like a child on an ice-cream, his tongue stretching for the first touch of my nipple. He found it and emitted a satisfied moan before circling it, delicately and obediently, over and over. It hardened and grew under his touch, crying out for attention, but when Mr Loverman tried to slip it into his mouth I slapped him away: this was a licking session, and he hadn't finished on my body yet.

He reluctantly trailed his tongue away from my nipple and crossed to the other breast, honouring it with the same, devoted attention. After allowing him a few minutes of this, I sighed contentedly and turned around to lie on my stomach. I grabbed him and pulled his head towards my outstretched hand, from where he proceeded to lick up my forearm, his tongue tickling against the downy hairs, to my elbow and up towards my shoulder. He traced downwards into my armpit, his tongue rasping against the stubble which I needed to shave off, then progressed onto my back, picking out my shoulder blades and lapping forcibly up and down them, and then trickling down my spine, his tongue zig-zagging against the nobbly line of bone and disks.

He reached the small of my back, another of my erogenous zones, and I forced him to devote considerable time to it, circling round and round, lapping at the myriad downy hairs which grow in the little concave circle just above my bum. He was doing very well, and I was becoming quite turned on: definitely a pleasant way to be awoken.

His tongue trailed downwards, to the top of my bum and slid easily into the cleavage. This is probably the most sensitive part of my body and I shivered at his touch. I could feel his tongue was extended, its tip trailing delicately down the line of my arse towards my anus. I raised my hips from the bed, which parted my cheeks and gave him better access, and his tongue probed downwards. He was seated at my side, and I slapped at his naked body, pushing him towards the centre of the bed. He understood my meaning and positioned himself between my legs. I pulled myself onto my knees and presented myself to his waiting tongue, which he dutifully pressed into action. He licked down the length of my crack towards my anus, and when he found it he rolled his tongue round and around, pressing it against my entrance.

My hand was on my pussy, fingers slipping inside and dragging back out, upwards to my clit. Mr Loverman's breath was hot on my backside, and his tongue, pushing against my arsehole, was cool and stimulating. I was soaked, my juices flowing freely and coating my agile fingers with their viscous texture. I pushed back against him, feeling his tongue probing for entrance. I pulled my arse cheeks apart, opening my hole, and his tongue slipped into place, embedded in my passage. Clenching my muscles and gripping it tight, I rolled my finger round and round my clit, drawing out a welter of delightful sensations, feeling them zip through my body. Mr Loverman's tongue pressed and pressed, burying itself deeper within me, the rasping presence flickering sweet sensations through me. A burst of energy keened through me, an instant surge of sexual excitement which heralded my imminent climax, and I felt that familiar, brimming sensation erupting in my womb and fizzing down my thighs and up into my stomach. I pushed back against Mr Loverman, feeling his face buried between my arse cheeks, and the moment arrived, my climax began. It ripped through me, sending me off into space, reeling and rolling on a surge of excitement. On and on it went, careering through me, flitting through every inch of my body. The feeling of Mr Loverman's tongue embedded in my back passage, flicking and probing, brought an extra, sensational dimension to the climax and I screamed in delight, my hands clenched and my head buried in the pillow.

"Splendid, Mr Loverman," I said. "And I've got a special treat for you today. Do you want to know what it is?"