That erection is not for me.

Warning: Adult Sexual Content

Sunday morning, I gently wake.  Snuggling into David in bed.  He moves his arm so that I can rest my head on his chest.  I make yummy noises.  This is perfection.  I run my hand over his chest and then downward.

“Well ‘Hello Sailor!'” Nothing like being given a full salute from below decks first thing in the morning.  I tilt my head to give him a closed-mouth kiss – on account of the fact that neither of us has brushed our teeth yet.  The day is beginning well.  Then I remember.  It’s Sunday morning – we’ve slept in.  He’s just woken up.

“That erection isn’t really for me, is it?” I pout.  “You just need to pee, don’t you?”

He reaches down and squeezes my derriere a couple of times.

“Now it’s at least half for you.”