Alone Time
#8 of Old Crap
Alone Time
©2015 CarLOS Penguin
Gere was laying in bed, having awaken about twenty minutes earlier. He was deciding in that time whether to roll over and catch more shuteye, or get up. But something else distracted him.
He heard his beloved Chelsea humming away happily in the other room. His thoughts of her happiness after almost three years together was something as heartwarming to him as the first day he moved in.
His mind dwell on the mental image of her smile, her golden vixen eyes, her soft fur, her delightful scent, her fluffy tail. Oh, that tail. His fingers glanced over his balls, which tingled even to his own touch. "Mmm, that would start the day off nice." He whispered to himself as his eyes closed and he drifted into erotic thoughts.
He and Chelsea had a wonderful sex life, but sometimes a little alone time was fun. His mind could go where he knew he ought not in real life.
He felt himself become erect, his carrot-shaped penis pushing against the blankets as his fingers now tugged at his furred sheath, his thoughts of her vixen lips and teeth nibbling at him the way she did so well to tease. Gripping himself, he could almost feel her gentle, little fingers instead of his own.
His thumb rubbed against the tip, the slippery drops that escaped lubricated the imaginary tongue lapping at the salty wetness as he thought of being in a '69' with her.
His senses filled psychosomatically with the sense of her thinly furred, pink lips in his face, tickling at his nose and their sweet, gentle musk. Instinctively he extended his tongue in expectation of the warm honey.
Rubbing himself faster, he could hear in his head as if real, her giggles as she did when stroking his large testicles so his scrotum hairs would stand on end, which amused her.
With his other hand, he gently ran a couple of his fingers in a flicking motion over his balls, wishing a certain tongue was lapping at him as his sweetie licked and sucked.
Too soon after his fantasy began, he surged with a pleasant pressure from deep within, followed by a fountain of seed spattering him and the bed sheets. He heard again her giggles as she would utter when her muzzle and chin were being covered.
Adding to the erotic pleasure as his orgasm went into resolution, she would lick her lips, remove his cum off her chin with her fingers and suck at them while looking at him with sultry eyes.
He gave a deep sigh, his hand letting go of his limp masculinity retreating back to the safety of its sheath and moving to his chest. He smiled and opened his eyes to realize her giggles weren't imagined. She was leaning outside the doorway to the bedroom, head poking around the corner, smiling. "Having fun?"
He smiled, "Sneak! How long have you been there?"
She gave an adorable expression, "Since you went hard." She stepped in the bedroom with her hands behind her back, "And who were YOU thinking of, hmmm?" She said sweetly with a mischievous giggle.
"Honestly? You." He stretched and held out his dry hand to her. "One of those '69's' as the humans call them."
Chelsea sat on the bed beside him and gave a nod and an expression of disbelief. "OK, we'll go with that."
Gere looked at her with mock indignity, "Who do you think I was thinking about?"
She put her finger to her chin with an innocent look. "The fluffy, chubby assed little fennec girl downstairs?"
Gere smiled, "That was yesterday's wank. Try again."
Chelsea gave a little gasp and a smile. She leaned over and whispered her idea in his ear.
Gere laughed, "That's who I was imagining licking me. So, I guess you win the prize!"
She lightly slapped his arm, "That is so naughty of you."
She looked over the streaked and splattered bed, "Since you're empty, what's my prize? Changing the sheets?"
He pulled her down on him, "Me." He gave her a romantic kiss.
"And I'll take you, ego and all." She said lovingly as she rubbed her nose against his.