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 Title: Sunday Morning
   Author: Lewis
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   Sunday morning.
   No alarm clock this morning just the slow lazy feeling of waking when I
want rather than when I should.
   Keeping my eyes closed I turn toward the window and feel the warmth of
the sun beating down on my eyelids.  Such a lovely soft glowing feeling
knowing that I really don't have to do anything today unless I choose to do
it.  I choose to just lay back and luxuriate in this feeling.  I wonder
what time it is?  I don't worry about it too much just let the question
pass me by.  I don't need to know what time it is, probably about 8.30 I
guess.  There I go again guessing the time when I have the whole day to
myself and it really doesn't matter whether it is 8 am or 10 am or even
4.30am.
   No i can't be 4.30 the sun is too warm It is probably more likely to be
8.  Stop it Lewis today is a rest day, today is not a work day, today is a
day when you can stay in bed all day or get up and take pleasure in the
sunny summer sunshine without anybody asking you to do anything.  No boss,
no wife, no commitments no need to do anything.
   Lying in bed, sunshine infusing me with feelings of pleasure.
   Why is it on days like this I always wake up with a raging 'hard-on'? 
Today is no exception.  I slide my hand under the duvet and reach for the
source of many many moments of infinite delight.  I have never worried
about whether masturbating is good or bad.  I consider it to be essential
especially when single or lacking in female company.  No be honest Lewis it
isn't essential, I am sure many guys get through life rarely playing with
their cock but unfortunately, no fortunately I am not one of them.
   Today's erection is impresssive even if I do say so myself.  I wrap my
fingers around the shaft and slowly slide my hand up and down feeling it
throbbing softly in my grip.  Mmmmm that is nice.  I woke with it really
hard but gently stroking makes it stiffen still more.  I have never known
whether it is better to be circumcised because I never was.  My penis is
not big, it is adequate but I do have the benefit of a really long foreskin
which keeps the head so very very sensitive.  Right now I squeeze and
slide, pulling the skin down and revealing the purple head with its little
weeping eye.
   Pleasure.  Masturbating is pleasure, Pleasure is masturbating.
   Grip, slide, slide grip, twitch, throb, relax.
   I wonder what other guys think about when they do this?  Women with big
tits?  Men with large cocks?  Hairy women?  Chubby women?  Not for me... 
My pleasure is drawn from the beauty of small things.  Pretty things, the
cutest things...
   Slide, stroke, slide, stroke
   Sunshine pouring through the windows warming my eyelids.  Keep my eyes
tight shut and continue with the slow sensuous massage of the part of me
that enjoys it most.  Visualising Amy.  Sweet Amy, little Amy, pretty Amy,
cute Amy.  Oh how I wish she was here today but she isn't it's just me
alone with my memories This is such a pleasant feeling, gently edging
myself slowly towards ecstasy.  Pleasant?  No it isn't pleasant it is
wonderful.
   Amy is wonderful.  Amy is perfection.  She is all I desire and all I
will always desire.
   My cock responds to the thoughts of her running around the house in her
little white top and red skirt.  So tiny, so sweet, so desirable.  Her
laughter rippling and bouncing off the walls as she teases me with her
daintiness.
   Stroke, pull my foreskin back until the head explodes out the end and
then the tightness as I run my hand upwards and allow it to hide the purple
monster glistening with precum.
   Amy, why isn't she here right now?  She is so good at doing this for me.
But no I have to do it myself because she is not here this weekend.  She is
on holiday with her family in Mexico.  Another two weeks until she gets
back home and we can spend time together pleasuring each other.  Thank
goodness she is able to spend so much time with me while her family are off
working.
   In my minds eye Amy is running around her soft pleated skirt spinning up
as she twirls around like a little dancer offering tantalising glimpses of
her cute little bottom encased in crisp white cotton knickers.  Her pretty
mound with it's tiny cleft pushing against the front and making me hot with
desire.  A desire that is sill to be realised but one which will be
satisfied fairly soon if I have my way.
   Stroke, stroke, stroke.  My large fingers grasping the thickness of my
shaft and gently moving myself closer to climax.
   Amy's fingers are so much smaller, so soft and gentle when they wrap
themselves around me.  I love to watch her trying to make my cock fit into
her hand but even my relatively small member is too big to be completely
enclosed.  It does however make her laugh out loud when the head pops from
its hiding place and into view.
   So far I have not let her see me cum, that is something I am keeping for
later.  I usually have to feign an excuse to rush out of the room before we
get to that stage.  Straight to the bathroom to finish myself off while she
settles back on the sofa and watches TV.
   Getting nearer now, slip, stroke, pull down on the foreskin, precum
oozing delightfully from the tip.
   The image of Amy now half naked in her bikini running in and out of the
sprinkler system on the back lawn, her hair wet and shining in the
sunlight. Her flat chest with its two little buds pushing temtingly against
the wet fabric of her bikini top.
   Stroke, slide, stroke, slide, squeeze, stroke....  Fuck!!!
   Fuck it...  Going to have to get up now.  Semen pulses from the end of
my hard cock all over the bed sheets.
   Thanks Amy no excuse to stay in bed now.  Better get a shower and see
what the rest of the day has in store for me...
   Actually it's Sunday, yes Sunday.  Amy went on holiday on a Wednesday so
only eight days left until she will be back again.  I don't doubt that I
will be doing this again many times over the next eight days and at the
back of it all will be the wonderful image of my darling Amy coming back to
me...
   Amy in her skirt and top
   ...Amy in her swimwear
   ...Amy in her nightdress.
   ....  and soon Amy in my bed....
  
Sunday Morning