Cowpoke

The morning comes too early for you to wake up to. The sun has yet to come over the mountains, the air is cold and dewy, and you feel your aching body. Your eyes are still tired, your shoulders are stiff, your legs are sprawled under your cover. But above every aching bone, you are horny.

With low effort you **** yourself from bed. The dog who sleeps on the floor, though now comfortably on a blanket that fell from your bed, stirs at your presence.

Your brain is still foggy, you drudge to your bathroom and flick the light. The sudden light makes your sensitive eyes close. You curse, -out loud. Your eyes were blinded but in just a minute you can make out who you are in the mirror.