Morning Glory (WIP)

Almost out of habit, you reach into the shower and turn it on. The sound of flowing water fills the room as steam begins to cloud your vision. Having just gotten out of bed, it doesn't take you long to disrobe.

As you step into the small shower cubicle, the hot water runs over your face, through your hair and down your chest and back. It caresses your form and massages your muscles, making you feel calm and relaxed. You close your eyes and take in the sensations rolling over your body, your mind starting to drift back to the dream and it’s hot inhabitant.

Your cock, very generous in size and girth for someone like you, was at full mast, clearly disappointed at having missed out on another night of passion. Tantalising visions of a beautiful temptress dancing seductively in the pouring rain of the village square, the erotic tones of the music caressing her every move. I took hold of my cock, slowly starting to stroke it, as the seductress swayed and let the music take her.