It is the first blush of morning. The sun balances
on the horizon, prepared to leap into the sky and begin its
day's travel. Trilby rolls over and blinks in the brilliant
new light. Then she sits up and starts to laugh.
"Edan!" She taps her sleeping husband on the shoulder. "Look!"
"Mmfh?"
"I can see you," she whispers in his ear with a coquettish
giggle.
Indeed she can. Edan likes to sleep on his back, and since
it's midsummer, no covers are needed. Which means that today,
as the sun rises and the day begins, Edan's cock rises too.
A low beam of sunlight has escaped from under the windowshade
and now displays Edan's tumescence in shadowed relief on the
bedroom wall. Trilby smiles gently as she admires.
"Your shadow is lovely, you know."
Edan opens his eyes, just a little, and looks. "Oh, gee,"
he mutters, and drops back down to the pillow again. The rest
of him is not yet awake.
But Trilby is not about to let this moment go. She reaches
out and teases the tip of his cock with her fingertips. On
the wall, she can see her hand approaching, her fingers dancing
up and down. They look like little butterflies, kissing its
solidity and making it grow. And grow it does, an effect that
is easily magnified by the angle of the sun's rays. Edan's
cock is not small, mind you, but its alter ego is tremendous.
Trilby watches the shadow intently as she plays. "I'm going
to make you come," she tells him. His only reaction is a small
grunt, and he tries to turn on his side, but she won't allow
it. "I want to see you explode. Don't you want to watch?"
Apparently not, although a smile appears on his sleeping
face. Trilby keeps her eyes on the wall while she plays the
magic flute, lets her fingers trace melodies in the light.
Edan's breath becomes faster, more ragged, and his cock strains
for the ceiling. A translucent bubble of pre-come settles
at its top; the sunlight shining through it makes it look
like a pearl.
"Are you ready, love? Are you ready to come for me?' Trilby
asks over and over, like an incantation. Edan's hips began
to quiver, his cock is ramrod straight now, its shadow a huge
monolith. He lets out a low moan, and come spurts from the
top. Trilby watches the wall, where the shadow of spraying
elixir looks like a glorious fountain. Drop after drop leap
in great arches high into the air. She sighs as the show comes
to an end, and bends her head to lick away the rich liquid
that has fallen on his stomach and thighs.
"Mmm, baby, that was good," Edan says as he ruffles her
hair.
She raises her head for a second. "X-rated shadow puppets."
Then, with a wink, she returns to her clean-up chores.
