This is a sequel to The Kinky Mrs. Grunewald. I decided to post it in two parts. In this part: After his abrupt, strange, and highly-charged BDSM encounter with his mature history teacher, high school senior Tom D'Amato has a leisurely conversation with her over drinks. He is one of a handful of scholarship students at an expensive private school, and he has never felt comfortable there. He is too naïve to realize how common older-women/younger men matches are, even if many of them don't last very long.

and now, something different... Her fist in his hair... the long dark strands griped tightly in her fingers as he pumps above her, fucking her into oblivion. The light from outside is difused by the black out curtains, she can see the edges of him, as if he's highlighted in a Sin City comic. She shudders as her legs tighten around his waist, her fingers score his back. She wants more.

Morgana stood outside the Headmaster's office, nervously holding the note in her hand. She didn't know the contents of the note, only that it was about her and that she was in some sort of trouble. At 18 years old she already had a woman's figure and somehow looked out of place wearing the compulsory school uniform. She was short with blonde hair and blue eyes. Her full firm breasts left the buttons of her white shirt straining.

The alarm clock went off and James reached across the bed in exhaustion from last night's exploits. Moriah twitched and moaned in her sleep, her body begging her not to get up. James shook Moriah awake after waiting five minutes. "Honey, it's time to get up. Today's the big day, and you are going to be late if you wait any longer." Moriah growled and lifted her head up to see the neon green numbers on the clock that read 7:05AM.

I opened my eyes and looked over at the clock. 9 AM. I stretched, tangled in the sheets and grabbed my phone off the bedside table. Two messages and a missed call, all from Hannah. Apparently I ignored her all night and she was pissed. I replied with some lie about going to bed early and my phone being on silent. I closed my eyes and thought about just going back to sleep.

Your hand slips over my hip and down onto my lower belly. Your fingers tickle briefly. Your palm flattens firm. You lift and pull me from my prone sleep so that I spoon with you. It is a cozy lazy wakening but I feel you waking up to something more vigorous. I croon as I stretch into this greeting. It is the comfort of us that I find so sexy. When you reach for me like this, because of something from your dreams; these mornings when you watch me sleep until something you see or think wakes a need, are when I feel most sexy.

There was a MTV pop song in the 90s, where the bandmates, male or female, were "gender ambiguous" everyone sported tight leather pants, over coiffed hair, make up and gyrated their pelvises at each other. When it came to who was screwing who, at the time of filming, they were harder to figure out than Fleetwood Mac. The blackout drapes of our hotel room made the time of day chronos challenged, a truly magical, ambiguous time.

i wake up to my Husband/Sir spooning me from behind. His left arm draped possessively over my waist, pulling me back against Him. Softly i sigh and press my bottom against His swelling phallus. His hands cup and knead my breasts, patient at first then becoming rougher. A sedate moan escapes my lips as i continue to wake from slumber. He pushes His hips forcefully against my supple bottom. He then turns me onto my front with Him rolling on top of me.

I woke up to the sound of water running. Turning my head I saw that her place next to me was empty and I realized that she was in the shower. I smiled thinking about how we had fallen asleep in each other's arms. I stretched and yawned thinking about joining her in the shower for some fun, but I decided to let her enjoy it in peace. As my arms slid across the headboard one bumped across the pair of handcuffs still wrapped around one of the posts.

Jim's room had no windows. It was a small room with naked walls, and a cold, hard floor. Jim had been awake for a while now, though he could never be certain how long it had really been. The only light emanated from the small gap under the only door, and to Jim's eyes it was unusually bright, which made him very nearly certain that it was daytime already. He shifted his weight a little, trying to alleviate the stiffness in his muscles, and his chain rattled.

I'm so tired... I shuffle into the kitchen to make my morning coffee. I take the coffee from the cabinet and smell it when I open the lid. God, I love coffee. As I add the grounds and the water to the machine, I go through the day's routine in my head. 'That sales report is due at work today, and I've got to pay the cable bill before I forget.

Kitten wakes up turning to curl up next to Master, eyes pop wide open when He's not there. He has never been there when she wakes up. Jumping from bed quickly putting a robe on thinking she has missed seeing him off to work like every morning. Sore and still tingling from the nights before pleasures, but concerned why Master didn't wake you up before work. Looking at the clock you stop and pick up your watch to be sure, yes with a more confused look in your face you realize its three hours before we both normally get up and even looking at the watch date makes you realize its Saturday even.

This is my second story. All characters 18+. Let me know what you think ;) * I open my eyes slowly, still groggy from the night before. My bed still soft as ever, even better than last night. I start to roll over but cannot. Again I try but nothing. My eyes open fully now and I stare at the ropes that are bound from my wrists to the bed posts.

I wake up to your scent. I can feel your warmth in bed next to me. I look at my phone to see if I'm allowed to wake you yet. It's 7:45, well past your do not disturb time, so I set my phone down and snuggle my ass back against you. No response yet. I start to rub myself gently back and forth against you. I'm rewarded by a quiet growl.

The day began as any other in the past, the sun rose. The sun shone through the window. The sun's shimmering streaks showed off her sexy naked form and as always I was in awe of her. Irene slept hard after our session last night her body still tender from my pounded bottom. So, I decided Dad would get her breakfast going. I slip out of bed quietly and tiptoe across the room letting her sleep till I have prepared her meal.

My husband wakes me kissing me with both hands kneading my nipples between his strong fingers. "Good morning, love," he says in a deep throaty voice right next to my ear, "time for your morning spanking." Obediently, a little wet from his words, I roll over onto his lap with my naked ass in the air, positioned for his right hand to spank me. He starts a bit lightly for my tastes, but he wants to warm me up.

{All copyrights and such stay with me: Maldoror. No one else may take this story and use it elsewhere without express written permission from me at the link below. You may also write me to tell me you liked this story, hated it, did it to someone, or want to have me do it to you. All requests will be performed on a first-cum first-served basis.} This is different than my normal stories in as much as there is very little character or storyline.

You wake up to the sun shining brightly in your bedroom. You wipe your eyes and look around waiting for the fog to lift from your brain. The walls of your room are a pale grey. You see a white dresser with sparkling faux crystal drawer knobs, and a matching armoire against the wall. You roll over to your nightstand to glance at the alarm clock, it's a full hour before it will buzz to wake you up.

When I hear the radio alarm begin to play, I roll and stretch lazily in the four-poster bed you so generously provided for me. I hit the button to turn off the alarm and sit up on the edge of the bed, letting my red-painted toes dangle a few inches above the floor. I stretch my arms over my head, watching my tits push out. My nipples harden as the breeze from the ceiling fan brushed them.

He stripped and waded into the bathing pool ... the windows open to the mountain air ... a crisp beautiful day, the sun shining in and caressing His form as He walked waist deep. The water flowing thru the pool warm and inviting, scented with mountain flowers and fresh and clear. The scars and muscles on His body showing clearly in the light, a tall Man, strong and roughly handsome. His eyes shone a bright green, the color of the tiger (His animal spirit) and were this morning calm and peaceful as He enjoyed the early morning.

The morning starts out like every other morning. I walk into the office and begin preparing for the new day. I start my day with a large cup of coffee. I relax in my office sipping my coffee and enjoy the view of the morning sunshine on the city below. I enjoy watching the people scurry to work in the morning its just one of the many things I truly enjoy doing.

After nearly 20 years in a rather unexciting marriage and finding myself single again at the age of 45, meeting Joyce seemed a bit like a dream come true. She was a rather leggy 23-year-old with perky breasts only a woman her age could possess. Like a lot of younger women, she wanted to try it all, including being with an older man. I was only glad to help out. She said she liked my maturity and the fact that I took my time in the bedroom.

I wake slowly with the smell of fresh coffee in the air and the feel of her lips on my breast. she is suckling softly, first one then the other. Turning onto my back allows her more access to my body. Still in a sleepy haze, my eyes closed, I feel her lips kiss their way down to my sex. she begins to lick and suck at my clit, sliding two fingers into the depths of my sex.

It's still dark outside, but I've already built the fire back up, and I'm staring into the flickering flames when I hear you softly padding into the room. My chair is understated, but it is where I journal, ponder, process before the day begins in earnest. Just to the right is a large, luxurious floor pillow, a mound of soft comforting warmth. You settle into the pillow, sighing as you rest your head against my thigh and twine your arms around my leg.

She awoke in his arms. Happily, she cuddled closer to him and his arms tightened around her. She could feel the warmth of his skin through the thin cotton material of her tshirt. One of his hands moved lazily down her body, playing with the waistband of her pajamas. He let his thumb slide under the elastic, gently caressing her increasingly sensitive skin. She writhed her hips, pushing them towards his hand in invitation.

Morning arrived way too soon. My eyes were reddened and sensitive and nowhere near ready to be opened. Regardless, I rolled out of bed and headed for the bathroom. While starting my bathwater, I went back to the bedroom to get bath salts and proper undergarments. After all, I could not meet Him without proper attire and he had been quite adamant about what I should be wearing. I slid into the tub, the scent of sandalwood and vanilla engulfing me in a fragrant cloud.

You feel soft hands holding your cock, lifting your balls and sliding over your thighs, gently caressing your genitals, your legs. You begin to wake and realize that someone is in your new room with you, their hands milking your cock with slow, yet relentless determination. Good morning, I say and you see me seated next to you on the bed wrapped in a long, green robe. You watch me sleepily, feeling both contended and confused, restful and agitated.

As directed by his internet Mistress, toast put on the heavy one inch thick sterling silver ring and began to prepare for bed. Adding a butt plug on his own initiative as another tribute to his Mistress, he realized he would have to tell her and be punished for not first asking her permission. He felt so desperately alone and longed for a Mistress to take him. Just let him feel he belonged to one special person.

This story is a collaboration between wordy_1s and chimera44. If you like what you read here, please check out our other stories. My computer has gone to sleep. Yet I sit perfectly still, waiting. The early morning sun outside the window belies the chill of what is now, really, early fall. And the chill is also inside, seeming to hover close to the floor – and now climbing my bare legs, ever so slowly, causing the fine fair hairs that are legacy of my ancestors to stand out and quiver slightly as though they too were excited.

I awakened to the wonderfully pleasant sensation of my lover's warm hand around my cock--stroking, pulling, squeezing. Eyes still closed, I slowly came to consciousness, luxuriating in her massage, feeling the blood rush to my genitals and my cock engorge. I spread my legs wide, let my jaw go slack and undulated my hips in time with her ministrations. "Good morning, Darling," she said, her voice a soft, throaty whisper.