A lot of years ago, I lived with a Beautiful Girl (I'll call her BG) in the South Loop part of Chicago, tall, but not thin or slender, she had a wirey, athlete's body and strength enough to handle her end of the piano if you decided to move it, and if you did, you better hustle your end along or you'll end up with "yawnietS" printed on your chest! Black, black, black hair with one little blaze of white over her forehead that she said ran in her family. And such almond eyes!
At that time I was working for a downtown bank and had to be at work at 8:30, but BG was a waitress, one of those jobs that BGs can get so easily, with just a smile, that they're difficult to avoid, and, like wandering into a patch of quicksand, difficult to leave, so BG didn't have to be at work until around noon. Since I was the first one that had to be out the door and BG had plenty of time, she made the morning coffee, and after a while, started bringing me a cup while I was still in bed. I liked that a lot. After she started doing that, I never got out of bed and started my morning routine until every drop of morning coffee was gone; of course I ended up late to work a lot, but I never really cared about that 8:30 stuff anyway, and it seemed like the morning coffee that your lover makes for you has to be cherished and appreciated regardless of what else is going on in your life.
Then BG raised the ante, she gave me my coffee one morning , and then, for no reason that I knew then or know now, and with me being entirely naked except for a steaming hot cup of black coffee patroling dangerously overhead like an enemy plane, jumped into bed and started giving me a wonderful morning blow job, and when she had my complete attention, hiked up her nighty and took a seat. Wow! Nice surprise! She had never done that before. I still wonder if it was a kind of bondage that attracted her, trapped, strapped in by the hot cup of coffee looming overhead, if I did a lot of jumping around or tried to participate in the action in any substantial way I'd likely be scalded in places that I really didn't want to be scalded.