Morning thoughts Stories

The light from the window was sharp, cutting through the blinds in uneven strips. It wasn’t soft or golden—it was just light, bright and intrusive. I blinked, my eyes adjusting, but my body was already moving before my mind caught up. My legs shifted under the sheets, restless, and I could already feel the ache between my thighs, low and insistent. Fuck, I’m so wet already. Didn’t even have to think about him this time. J...

The trouble with Summer is that the smallest chink in the curtains lets in a blazing shaft of light as soon as the sun comes up. Unfortunately for Susanna, the chink in her room’s curtain, this morning, aligned exactly between the sun and her sleepy eyes. Feeling that someone had come into her room and thrown on the lights, to spite her, Susanna’s first waking action was to curl into a ball and pull the duvet over her hea...