Afternoon delight

When I was a kid I loved this song. It had a catchy melody. It was easy to sing along to the lyrics “Sky rocket in flight, afternoon delight …” Of course I had no clue it was about sex.

Now that I get the meaning, I find myself singing it again. Our afternoon sex yesterday was fantastic. It’s not like the cuddly, close morning sex. Or end of day urgent dirty sex. It was brilliantly sunny and warm with the mid-afternoon sun casting shadows across the bed and our naked bodies.

My pussy was still filled with Maestro’s morning cum. Memories of last night’s brief play date with Jolene, and an afternoon at the beach with a potential new playmate, Desiree, had us both excited. I was overflowing with sexy stories about Desiree in particular because we share the same kinks. BDSM-light, I call it. Spanking, restraints, ropes, anal, hair-pulling … In different combinations, but not too intense.

The city and valley backdrop from our floor to ceiling windows provided the perfect backdrop. Maestro looked more handsome than ever, as even the snow-topped mountains paled in comparison to his sparkling eyes. And his fingers, which rarely fail to cause intense orgasms, played their usual magic in my pussy.

Afternoon delight, indeed.