We All Love That Morning Wood

Woke up this morning with wood. Not unusual but sadly despite it being a Sunday and therefore the perfect time to take advantage of this state of affairs we both needed a drink to rehydrate. So I toddled off downstairs with it waving in front of me like a fleshy divining rod.

Of course cold air and the distraction of making a cuppa mean that by the time I had returned to bed my previously eager cock had become a comforting, hot and heavy weight on my thigh but no use for sex.

Never mind.