T's Bedtime Stories: Hurkle Durkle Sunday SnuggleFest — pt. 1 (18+)
A lazy Sunday morning in my sweet, sleepy man's arms turns passionate after many days and nights without the proper cuddles, thanks to our work schedules and busy lives.
Synopsis: A lazy Sunday morning in my sweet, sleepy man's arms turns passionate after many days and nights without the proper cuddles, thanks to our work schedules and busy lives.
Themes — and a glossary or two should you need it — and one more for good measure:
Couple
Boyfriend/Husband/Partner
Moaning and whimpering
Penetration
Body Appreciation
Neurodivergent/ADHD rep
BBW love
Spanking
Dirty Talk
Breeding Kink
Oral
M4F
F4M
Praise
Cockwarming
DISCLAIMER: This story is pure, 100 percent fiction, and is not rooted in facts or actual events. Names and likenesses to living people and past events are coincidental and used as a backdrop, not a retelling. If you feel like you recognize the characters in question, then I applaud your imagination — and you’re welcome for the new fantasies 😉. This story also features adult sentiments that constitute R-rated, sexual, and erotic themes. Reader discretion is advised.
Story soundtrack: Beyoncé — PLASTIC OFF THE SOFA
Word of the day: Hurkle-durkle: a 200-year-old Scottish term meaning to lounge in bed long after it's time to get up. Happiness is hurkle-durkling.
EG: I've got lots to do today, but, as it's raining, I'm going to hurkle-durkle instead. (Source: Urban Dictionary)
Another weekend has gone by too fast, I realize as I wake up on a hazy Sunday morning in late November. I look at my watch and know it’s just 10:15 a.m. — damn that time change — and I sigh, relieved that neither one of us have any obligations for the day. You have at least one Sunday off after a long move and a stressful few months. One Sunday morning where you can sleep in, sweet bottom lip poked out wrapped in a thick, handsome, and well-manicured, might I add, ginger beard.
Soft snores and a little groan escape your lips as I wrap my arms around you, making you officially the little spoon. I never thought I would fall in love again — given the circumstances of the last failed relationship, I thought relationships weren’t my thing when I swiped right on you, only to see you’d done the same.
Dating apps are hit-and-miss. Caleb was a hit. Strong, thoughtful, smart, and hardworking with the bluest eyes I’d ever seen. No smile, however, so I was itching to tell you a lame joke to see if you were capable of smiling, only to be surprised at the purity of your smile and the warmth of your laugh. I love looking at Caleb, even when we make each other mad with our strong-minded opinions on any topic. You’re not as touchy feely as I am, and that’s made up for the considerate things you do for me, always being there for me, and stopping to jump when I give a height for you to surpass.
It’s when I think about our first kiss when you touch and my arms wrapped around you as you turn to face me.
“Good morning, honey,” you whisper in a sleepy tone. Our eyes meet and the smokey, hazy blue of your eyes twinkle when you see me.
“Good morning, handsome bunny,” I coo, touching your face to meet you for a kiss. Your lips are so sweet and warm, and your beard…mmm, so soft and well-groomed.
“How’d you sleep?”
“Pretty good, you?”
“I slept hard. Did I pass out early?”
“You did, but it’s OK, I wasn’t too far behind you.”
“It’s been a long week, hasn’t it?”
“A long week, month, year, decade…”
“True. I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you, Tasha; I broke my pinkie promise to put you to sleep — I’m sorry, honey. You just…fuck, you feel so good in my arms, honey.”
Caleb never says my name unless he’s 1) picking up something I’ve ordered on the way home from work, be it food, or, an obscene Target order he enabled or 2) making love to me. When he says my name, he gets a little dominating and possessive with his touch, his groans and grunts make him make the clear directive I crave to pleasure both of us worth it — but especially when I hear him say my name.
“I always fall asleep when you snuggle up against me,” Caleb said. “You’re just so sexy and I feel so comfortable when you’re next to me. I can’t help it.”
Caleb’s said this so often in the three years we’ve been together, I almost believe him. The thought that I am his peace during times like these comforts me. Caleb’s work ethic is immaculate and it’s his sexiest trait. He’s been working two jobs to my one so we can inevitably buy land and build our dream house there. No HOAs, nosey neighbors and their signs, or tacky lawn decor. No bad-ass kids racing their dad’s golf cart against a four-wheeler around the cul-de-sac. This was our final move for a rental. The next place we have will be ours.
“Are you mad that I fell asleep?” he asked. “I’m sorry, Tasha. You know I get one of two ways when I get my arms around your sexy body…”
He kissed me deeper this time, his hands traveling toward my chest. I felt my nipples harden and so did he and I opened my mouth a bit more to invite his tongue in.
“No, lovie, you’ve been working your ass off, but…” I say softly.
“What, baby?”
“I have just been missing you,” I said, softly kissing him for the first time this morning. “Craving you. You smell so good…I’ve been trying to be patient. I just want you so badly.”
I hate admitting how much I’ve been craving him. But this one is mine and I can tell from his touch he wants me just as badly as I wanted him. Caleb moaned and bit his bottom lip as his hands ran from my thighs to my hips, and finally to that ass he loves so much. I giggle as he smacks my right ass cheek playfully as he places my breast into his mouth with his other hand. I kiss Caleb’s neck and he groans lightly. He knows how I get when I need him inside of me, craving his stroke and his kisses down my body. He inches as close as possible so I can feel his erection — I am glad he sleeps naked. His hands grow firmer on my lower back as he makes his way to my ass, grinding himself into me. He glides his calloused mechanic’s hands across the silky mesh of underwearare and sighs.
“Fuck — you smell so good. You are so soft, honey,” he whispered. “You’re so pretty. Your skin’s so pretty. Look at you, baby…”
Caleb is a man of few words — unless he’s mad, excited, (or taken his Adderall), I do most of the talking for us (with or without MY Adderall). He wasn’t given the most love as a kid — a bad upbringing made him tougher than most millennial men. Caleb’s love languages are acts of service and gift-giving, and I am happily spoiled. I love that he can relax and find complete comfort in my presence. But it sends warm, lush waves of lust over every curve of my body when he’s ready to have me for his breakfast before I prepare a real one, as is our Sunday tradition.
He kisses me deeper and I whimper into his mouth, eager for his touch, his sweet lips, and his beard tickling me as he traces my curves with his tongue. He broke our kiss as I gently laid him on his back. His broad shoulders melt as I kiss him once more, making my way to his neck, then his chest, and down his belly to meet his happy train. Caleb is a big, warm man, about 5’10”, 260 pounds. I was taken back to when he picked me up and tossed me on the bed last weekend after a week of not seeing each other except to go to bed, only to repeat the events the next day. He’s usually very poised — I love it when he can’t control his need for me.
This morning was no exception. I adjust to get on my knees at his side, pulling the covers back to unleash his impressive hard-on. It bounced at my gaze and I smiled, my grin audible for both of us to hear.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you, baby,” I said.
“I’ve missed you, too, Tasha,” Caleb said in a breathy tone that reminded me of his sleep talk.
“Baby, I was talking to your dick,” I joked as I tongued the tip, leaking with his sweet pre-cum. He took a sharp breath and chucked, running a hand up and down my arched back. “But I always miss you.”
Even when we’re apart, he texts or calls every chance he gets: on his lunch break, when he’s commuting between jobs. He loves me so much, his checking in makes me feel protected. Every single silly TikTok he sends gets a reaction from me. I know he adores me.
“We both missed you, baby girl. You know we do,” Caleb moaned as I gently stroked his dick with my soft hands as he touched me.
“Mmmm, how much, bunny,” I asked as I blew a light breath on his tip after I licked it, touching him with one hand on the spot between his hip and your waist that I use to pin you down when he’s ready to buck up. I love watching him arch his back as I take him in my mouth. The feeling of his body grow hotter at my touch is the first turn-on, his hand going up my back to my neck and into my locs ever so gently is the second one as I suck inch by inch until I am at the base, slowly sucking back up until I pop his dick out of my mouth.
“My perfect woman and her perfect mouth,” Caleb said, his eyes going from his usual hazy blue to something more stormy and thunderous. The lust in his eyes? Turn on No.. 3.
“Get in front of me, honey. I want to look into those pretty eyes while you suck me off, please,” he whined — I obliged and got back to work. His smell is clean and warm, his Polo Double Black cologne wafting off his skin from the covers unfurled now making him bare. He sits up while his cock stayed perfectly in my mouth to caress my back, giving me a nice smack on the ass as it sits up arched for him. I love giving Caleb head. Watching him squirm with pleasure and whimper and mutter dirty things as he lovingly placed his hand on the back of my head to take him deeper. His taste is also clean, warm, and salty. I crave the feel of his tip on my lips, his precum on my tongue. I flashed my big, brown eyes at him while I picked up my mouth’s stroke. I watched him look at me while I gave him a little show, winding and bouncing my fat ass and hips as I sucked him off to his moans? The music in my ears as he sucks in a breath is turn on no. 4.
“Look at you go, sexy,” Caleb says with a bad-boy grin. “That’s my good girl. I love your pretty lips around my cock. Take it deeper, Tasha, please. I love feeling your mouth take all of me.”
The dirty words come off his lips so sweetly, I can’t help it when I get to hear him ask me for something when he’s completely under my control. I am drooling over his throbbing cock now, wholly into the moment.
“Fuck, I love your cock in my mouth, honey,” I tell him between mouth strokes. I cannot keep my mouth off him, but I’m aching for him now. It’s been a week and he’s ready for me. His hands are in my locs and that’s his cue to take me deeper and harder. I love it when he takes control of my body. This is no different as he gently picks my face up and pulls me up to meet his lips. He slides his tongue into my mouth and kisses me deep as my hand continues to stroke his throbbing cock. Fuck, he’s even harder now as his thumbs graze my hardened, pierced nipples, giving them the slightest pinch as he bites my bottom lip. I whine as he sucks my lip again, lying me down and following the same trail of kisses I made on him down to my aching pussy.
“Oh, honey,” Caleb said, kissing both inner thighs. “My girl is so fucking wet. All this for me, lovie?”
He slides a finger in between my lips and finds my clit instantly, making a sexy squeal escape my lips. Every time Caleb touches me, I get body chills only he can tame. He gets up and pulls me to the end of the bed. This time, it’s him on his knees, and he’s decided I am the first breakfast of the day. I love the feel of his little pink tongue caressing my wetness, and zeroing in on my clit as one of his thick fingers slides into my pussy. I bite my lip, still tasting his precum off my lips and slowly slide my fingers from my breasts into his soft, strawberry-blond hair. He’s taken over by how turned on I am, and I can feel myself soaking his beard.
“Fuck, I’ve been dying to taste you,” Caleb said between wet kisses against my clit and sliding a second finger in. “My sweet honey girl. You’re so wet and creamy for me. Look, baby — I did this to you, didn’t I?”
He held up the two fingers that were inside of me and slid them into my open mouth. I sucked his fingers clean and heard him groan his pleasure at the sight. I opened my eyes while his fingers pumped in and out of my mouth and he smiled his approval.
“You taste so good, don’t you, sexy? My sweet honey girl, fuck…I need you to cum for me, right here, baby,” he said, using those same two fingers pulled from my mouth and directing them back to his to get them wetter before he slid them back inside of me and got back to lovingly stroking my clit. He moaned the same command while his tongue found the deepest part of me, using his fingers and tongue to guide me to eruption.
“Don’t run away yet, honey girl,” Caleb instructed, his voice deepening. “You know I am not done until you cream in my mouth. I am not fucking done with my pussy.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I manage to get out, back arched and ready for what’s next.
“What’s that, baby?”
“Yes, Daddy, make me cum in your mouth, please? I need it so bad.”
“Fuck, my sweet honey girl asked me so well,” Caleb said. That poise is out the window — my taste and essence glazing his face makes him feral. Turn on no. 5. He doesn’t give himself much credit in the oral department — for a man of few words, his dirty talk while eating me out is A+. I grip his hair more and press him into me, feeling his tongue replace his fingers so he can reach under me and prop up my ass so he can get to all the places he wants. I love it when he feasts on me, licking me from the bottom to the top, stopping to mingle his tongue with my throbbing clit. He pulls away and gently smacks my pussy in between kisses and licks, sliding a finger inside of me before pumping in and out, tongue swirling against my button.
“Caleb, baby,” I moan. “Baby, baby, baby, don’t stop.”
“Don’t stop what, honey girl? Tell me,” Caleb said looking up at me while tonging me deep.
“Don’t,” I gasp. “Don’t stop, Daddy, don’t stop, I am going to cum. Caleb.”
“Don’t tell me what to do — tell me who eats you the best, love” Fuck, the way he’s lapping me up is making me dizzy with lust. I can’t wait to straddle him.
“You do, Caleb,” I gasp as the last suck of my clit takes me to the edge. He held me there until I found my breath again, and he left my weeping pussy with a spank and one last wet kiss before he pulled away and stood up, stroking his cock while I spread myself wide open for him. I groan at his harsh stop but scream when he slams inside of me.
“Fuck, I changed my mind. I want to smell you all day all over me,” Caleb grunted as he slowly pulled out, only to slam back into me. My body, my heart — my whole being was his and he knew that. He leaned down for a searing kiss, and tasting myself off his hot mouth was my undoing. Fuck, I couldn’t help it, he is so delicious and his cock is a perfect fit inside of me.
“Take whatever you want, baby, I’m yours.”
“You’re mine? All mine, huh? My pretty honey girl, you take me so well, Tasha. Fuck, clinching on my cock like that, fuck, this is all we’re doing today.”
Thank fucking goodness.
His thrusts were purposeful and deep — he was craving me as his face showed he was trying everything he could not to cum before I did. I am so tight and ready for him, I haven’t even masturbated this week because all I wanted was Caleb from every angle. Nothing else would compare until I had my man inside of me.
“Fuck, that’s it, let me rub that clit while I stroke you, honey,” Caleb said at the beat of our bodies smacking together. Fuck, I love that sound. Mixed with our moans and kisses, it’s better than birds chirping on an early Sunday morning. “Fuck, Tasha.” The way he groaned and elongated my name while he went deeper and deeper, strumming my clit like Prince with a guitar. The first was just a tremor; the next would be off the Richter scale.
“Fuck, Daddy,” is all I could muster. Our chemistry is so in sync and not much needed to be said. The guttural sounds coming from his mouth? Turn on no. 6.
“Tell me whose sweet, wet pussy this is, honey girl, tell me,” Caled demanded as he went deeper and harder, the sensual pounding of his trembling cock threatening to split me in two. “Whose is it, Tasha? Tell me, baby.”
He never demands anything from me except honesty and loyalty, and — I am happy to give him everything he wants and needs from me.
“It’s yours, baby — I’m yours, Caleb! Feel. How. Wet. You. Make. Me. Daddy. I’m yours.”
“All mine, baby girl. All fucking mine — your big, beautiful body is mine, baby, fuck.”
He grunted and went harder and deeper. I dug my nails into the back of my legs while he folded me up, thrilled as a crashing orgasm swept through me. The cries from my lips didn’t stop him from taking what he knew was his.
“Give it to me, Tasha, give me my cum,” he commanded. “It’s all mine and I want it, baby, all of it. Give it to me — cum for me, sweetness, uh…oh fuck, yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes, Tasha. Yes, that’s mine. All that’s mine.”
Fuck, this is exactly what I dreamed about last night, Did he Inception me last night?
“Fuuuuck, Tasha, baby, baby, I need you, baby, I need to breed you, baby,” Caleb said, and I could tell he was ready to take me from the back. I loved the way he gripped my ass and hips, telling me all of the things I wanted to hear. He was his most primal and raw from behind. “Face down, ass up, honey. Show me all that ass…yes, baby..”
He unmounted me and gently released my legs, slapping his dick against my soaking pussy, and rubbing the tip of his cock against my clit. I could cum again from that sensation alone. He grinned as he continued to stroke his cock, still rock hard and throbbing after the delicious fuck he just gave me.
“Fuck, I need you to breed me, baby,” I moan as I assume the position. I reach back and gently grab my cheeks, revealing all of my most bare parts, my pussy still throbbing from his last stroke and weeping for him.
“Fuck, look at you open and wet for me, fuck,” Caleb said behind me. “I’ll get that fat ass later.” He leaned down and tongued me from hole to hole, smacking my ass and jiggling it for the fuck of it. “Fuck, all of this ass. That’s mine, too. Ain’t that right, sweetness?”
“Yes, baby, fuck.”
“Yes, baby what?!”
He spanked me again with his free hand — harder — and I could tell that he was edging himself while looking at my ass. He took his cock and rubbed it all over my ass, and with me helping out, he had no trouble sliding right into me. We both sucked in a breath as I welcomed his still-throbbing cock and he gripped my hips to take me over the edge again.
“Fuck baby, that’s fucking right — that’s my good girl. Fuck, you started this — rubbing up against me this morning. I was hard the second I realized it was your nails down my back…fuck baby, I love you,” Caleb moaned. “This is what my big sexy girl wanted? Bred by her daddy like the good slut she is? Tell me you wanted me to breed you first thing this morning. You take my cock the best, baby, your pussy, your fucking body, baby. I’ve been dying to breed you all weekend, Tasha.”
My brain shuts down at his thrusts and my body takes over as I back up into him, the sexy sounds of flesh slapping flesh controlling the rest of me. Fucking hell, he’s meant for me.
“Fuck, you’re going to make Daddy cum like this all day, Tasha? Tell me I can breed you all day.”
“Fuck, Caleb, breed my sweet pussy all day, Daddy. I love taking you, baby.”
“Fuck yes, baby. Fuck yes. Your pussy is the absolute best, baby. Fuck, you’re going to drain me, honey.”
“It’s yours, baby, it’s yours. I love it, Caleb. I LOVE IT.”
“I LOVE IT” came out repeatedly as his taunts turned into the sounds of his release building. He pressed me down into the bed as he continued his takeover of my body, grinding into me relentlessly. As I managed to turn my head and look over my shoulder at him, I saw him reach down and grab the back of my neck. He pulled me up to him and didn’t stop thrusting.
“This is what my good girl wanted? Huh? To be fucked first thing in the morning by her husband? Is that what she wanted? I’ll give it to you, honey. I’ll give you everything you fucking want.”
Him being my husband? Turn on lucky no. 7. I came undone and gushed all over his cock again. He wasn’t far behind me as his heavy load filled me up. He stayed inside me for a few moments longer, lying us down as he slowly pulled out. His chest heaved up and down as my back pressed into him, he stroked my sides and got up, running to the bathroom to grab a washcloth, and soaking it in hot water to clean me up. He gently wiped me clean, kissed my right butt cheek, biting it teasingly and kissing it again, before returning to the bathroom to toss the washcloth into the clothes basket. He returned to bed and wrapped his arms around me and I felt like we were whole.
WOW — we’re married now. It’s so fresh and it was courthouse style, but hearing him say it with a mix of lust and pride makes my knees weak.
“You cum every time I remind you we’re married, honey,” Caleb said, his sweetness slowly returning after his feral best came to play. “Is that a turn-on for you, wife?”
“Yes, it is, husband,” I respond, looking at him over my shoulder.
“Mmmm…it turns me on, too. Fuck, what you do to me…”
He kissed my head, and shoulders, and turned me to face him.
“Tasha, sweetness,” he said. “You’ll be my wife until you’re fucking sick of me.”
“Well, as you say, we’re in it for the long haul.”
“Hell yeah, we are.”
We shared a sweet kiss as he wrapped his arms around me. The puppies, who also slept in late, were starting to stir. Our tummies were rumbling.
“I guess it’s time for a second breakfast,” Caleb said smiling.
I laugh and kiss him sweetly again — still smelling my sweetness on him. “Come on, honey bunny — I got you covered.”
“Cool. Next time, on the couch?”
“Yes, the hurkle-durkle continues with me riding you on the couch after breakfast.”
“Good girl. I’ll do the dishes after we eat.”
Don’t forget The Needy Girl Boss playlist on Spotify. It’s part makeout session background music, part cheek-slapping good time. Listen and groove responsibly.
✨❤️ Sweet dreams 😘
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