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The Morning Wood Bet
Unknown College Coed
Alarms are the primary source of awakening by most Americans. The sound from my alarm at Clemson had a God awful sound. Making love to the fairest Kappa Sweetheart and Tiger Belle in all the land had a few hidden advantages.
The main one is my alarm on this fine morning are the kisses of a goddess. I feel soft kisses on my lips, cheeks, and forehead. I opened my eyes and there the sweet lovely thing was, smiling, staring me down.
She speaks in a hushed tone.
“Hi Lover.”
Our legs are like pretzels. She snuggles up tight against my naked body. Stephanie, so toasty warm, awakening lying next to her, felt almost as good as making love to her.
“Hey darlin.” I respond in a whisper.
I stroke her hair and kiss; she gives her tongue it tastes of fresh grapes and peaches. I feel her hand gently massaging my love vessel. Steph’s eyes are not blinking.
I’ve seen that look before, a determined laser like focus of a woman determined to get what she wants.
Through our kisses.
