I woke up with her legs draped across my midsection. The smooth skin of her thin calves rested on my stomach and created pleasant warmth. The rhythmic breathing on my neck made me aware that jessica was still asleep. The covers had fallen off of us during the night, giving us a slight chill. My eyes slowly focused in on her naked body as she slept. I began by peering at her pretty face, partially covered by mussed hair.

Luke could tell from Melissa's first email that day she was in a mood. Not a bad mood, but the feisty handful that he loved so much. It instantly turned him on when she was like that. He had emailed her and told her to meet him at their place in an hour. Her email back had just said, "Maybe..." but he knew she would be there. Luke tried to concentrate on work, but all he could think about was meeting Melissa in an hour.

my Master and i have a morning ritual, set aside only if one of U/us is sick. While some may find the ritual to be generally better for Him, i derive great pleasure from it as well. Each morning, Master shoves the covers toward the foot of the bed, baring O/our naked bodies to the cool air of the bedroom. Since He typically awakens first, i am generally quite drowsy and lethargic, but as my Master sits in bed against the headboard, my body mechanically moves into position, draped across His lap, my head to His left so His right hand – His dominant hand – has the best access to my feminine charms.

This is my first submission, I hope you like it. Oh and sorry that it's this short, but it's based on one of my short fantasies. Of course I'll write more if you people like it or I get another idea. But now, have fun reading. ***** I wake up, as I feel two nearly identical pairs of soft boobs slide slowly along my body. I hear two girls giggle and feel the bed shift a little as my beautiful friends "

A while later, after Anna was laid into our bed by Sara, I am sitting at the table in the living room and watch some stupid TV show, as Sara kneels next to the couch and Anna is sleeping upstairs after her punishment. I drink my coffee and nothing really interesting happens, so I decide to give Sara her fair share of 'gentle' treatment. 'Sara, sweetie, would you please come here?

As I unlock the door, my cock already straining in my pants, I hear some chuckling. My girls must be having fun. I enter the hallway and see them, at their positions, scantily clad. Their cheeks flushed in arousal and their nipples poking through the thin fabric of their shirts. I look at Sara and her chin is glistening, her full lips are coated with Anna's juices. Her red hair is bound in a messy pony tail and her eyes apparent in their lust.

Her exquisite service to her owner concluded, she carefully let my cock out of her mouth without getting anything on my pants, just as she'd been trained. I touched the back of her head gently. Recognizing the signal she bent her head forward, and I lifted her long black hair and squeezed the last few drops of come from my cock onto the nape of her neck, on the soft hairs where I liked to kiss her.

As I slowly drifted out from my sleep, fresh morning air made my nipples hard but I felt warmth spreading between my legs and slowly engulfing my whole body. I began to focus on the sensations I was experiencing. I moaned softly feeling warmth of your body against my thighs and legs. I kept my eyes closed as I felt your finger rubbing over my clit and I tensed then relaxed again as your finger worked in slow circles, gently manipulating my clit and arousing me out of my sleep.

I awoke feeling incredibly aroused. I opened my eyes and squinted; the early morning light was streaming in past the curtains, casting everything in silhouette. I glanced at the clock at the side of the bed. It was 6am; a whole hour before the alarm would go off. I felt hot. I was naked beneath the sheets; well, nearly naked. I flipped the duvet off the top half of my body and looked down at my bare breasts.

Marian stared at the pale-skinned man, watching lovingly as his thin, pink lips parted with every small snore. She moved a hand up to his face and pushed away a loose strand of hair, his hair was a mess no doubt a consequence of last night's vigorous sex. Marian bit her lip as she remembered the way he handled her body, the way his soft hands gripped her hips as he plowed into her wet cunt.

WARNING: This is hard core race play with degradation and some piss play. The story was written for a girl who loves this, and is in anticipation of her enacting this with me. If you don't like it, find something else to read. -------------------------------------------------- I woke to the warmth of her mouth on my cock, and the smell of fresh coffee and warm biscuits by the side of the bed.

I lie on my back in bed, drifting lazily though that place between sleeping and waking up. As usual I have a morning hard on and my cock is standing up erect. I hear soft sounds and know that you are standing in the door looking at me. Of course, I am naked and uncovered. You don't like me to wear anything to bed or to cover my body, even with a sheet.

"Good morning beautiful." He said as he embraced me and kissed the top of my head. "Good morning." It still amazed me that he was so gentle with me now. I could smell his cologne and it turned me on a little. We have done nothing since that last horrible day in the basement when things went so terribly wrong. "What would you like to do today?" He asked as I stood and hugged him back.

For three months now she started every day the same way, as Master had trained her, and continued to do. She would softly, lightly, remove the bed covers, and slide between his legs to moisten his hard cock with her saliva. With her back to him, she would kneel over his cock and slide her ass all the way down onto it, and wait for him to wake. She suspected that he was generally awake, but she had on occasion sat as such for twenty minutes before he would make his move.

She slowly awakened, groggily realizing there was a tongue between her ass cheeks, doing a superb job of reaming out her sensitive asshole. She was already near orgasm. She started to moan, only to feel the tongue pull out and to receive a sharp slap to her right butt cheek. "Not a sound, slut, or you'll be punished." And the tongue delved back into her dark recesses. Slut tried hard to stay quiet.

"Uuuuuunnnnn…" One bleary eye peaked over the pillow towards the alarm clock, "Ohdoshut up!" Nora leadenly swung her arm and landed a still sleep limp hand on the snooze. As if that single action drained her completely of energy, Nora promptly went back to sleep. Seven in the morning was just too early in the morning! It wasn't that Nora disliked mornings, she just wished they started later in the day.

You are sitting at the kitchen table, reading your newspaper, and I'm on the other side of the table, wearing a sexy little black number eating fresh strawberries with cream for breakfast. Playfully, I throw a strawberry at you and hit the paper. You lower the paper and give me *that* look. I smile impishly and you say, "You won't be in such a playful mood if I get up and redden your ass for you"

Trevor Holloway leaned back in his chair, and looked across the table at his companion with a pleased look on his face. Morrigan tilted her head down in a gesture of faux demureness, the corners of her mouth turning up in a bemused smile which she concealed by taking a sip of her tea. Trevor had dated every woman in the office except Morrigan, and now she had finally agreed to at least have coffee with him.

Is there anything as sweet as leaving the office late Friday afternoon, going out to meet the guys for some beers and knowing that the evening, the whole weekend, is just stretched out ahead waiting for you? Friday night, then Saturday sleeping late, maybe some football in the park, tooling around, meeting someone for dinner… “Mr. Narr, Ms Morzhay said she wanted to see you before you left for the day.

Old memories of an old mattress, the stench of old cigarette smoke hanging in the air. I know. Objectively, that sounds gross. But it sets the scene for some of my favorite memories. I remember little of specific nights. But I remember bits and pieces, like bits of glass glued together haphazardly, creating the mosaic of who we were and are. In such a way that it looks like there is no pattern, no grand design until you step back and your breath is taken away because it's so beautiful.

In this story, the participants are very good at reading each other. In real life, if someone wants to use a condom, use a condom, and don't sexually proposition your work subordinates. With that unsexy disclaimer out of the way, I hope you have as much fun reading this as I had writing it. *** Anne hesitated with her hand about to knock on Mr. Schreiber's office door. It was nearing 9 p.

The text message came at exactly 8pm., as expected. It included the name of a motel, a room number and the time I was to arrive. I was told not to be late, so I didn't waste any time getting ready. I turned on my computer and got directions to the motel. It was in the city, just north of a bad neighborhood, that I was thankful to avoid. I didn't know the streets that well, but I figured it would take about 40 min.

I liked my jumpsuit, it was a one piece gray outfit that I thought gave me a very masculine feel even though I hardly identified as such. Donning the outfit meant that I got to tie up some hot thing and tonight was no exception. One of my long time, playmates was on her way tonight and I waited patiently in the corner of the motel room for her to arrive.

NC-18 -- No characters under the age of 18 are depicted in this story. This is a copyrighted original work of erotic fiction. All rights reserved. "I made a mistake last night," Kelsey said. Uh oh! "How so?" I asked, "Are you thinking you shouldn't have come up to my room?" I'd made it a point to go to bed early the night before. Between trying to stick with the time change from east coast to west, the amazing morning I had had that morning with Alexandra, and the chance that I had heard Kelsey correctly the evening before, I figured that one way or another I was going to need the sleep.

NC-18 -- No characters under the age of 18 are depicted in this story. This is a copyrighted original work of erotic fiction. All rights reserved. * Carlie opened the door to the stairwell and started up the stairs. Shame she didn't think to look behind the door. She made it to the landing outside the door on my floor and had just barely gotten her hand on the handle when an arm suddenly appeared on either side of her shoulders and pressed firmly into the door to keep it from opening.

The number "4" above might have tipped you off that there are other stories in the series. Please consider going back and reading (or re-reading) them before reading this installment. NC-18 - No characters under the age of 18 are depicted in this story. This is a copyrighted original work of erotic fiction. All rights reserved. ***** We left after breakfast that morning to head out to the site where we were working.

Louise had been serving her Master faithfully and lovingly for years. Always striving to be the best she could. And during this time she had been subtly grooming her daughter Jayne. Jayne was unaware that everything her mother had shown her and told her over the years had a point... a very definite point. Louise's Master had expressed a desire to own a mother and daughter... to have both serve him as slaves.

This story was told to me by Shirley who you can read about in my series of stories about my Mother's friend who was my first love. This story had several variations when told by her and over the years my imagination has added more. She was very turned on to tell me this story as she stroked me slowly to climax. I was embarrassed back then and still am today to a large extent to admit that a movie or story about a woman being whipped can turn me on so much.

The system had been introduced nationwide for all children aged 18. This was considered the perfect age - their bodies ready for tuition, but not so old they had yet been corrupted by bad ways of thinking of sex. The girls and boys were separated in to different classes; the girls to learn about anal care, the anatomy of the prostate, rectum, anus, how to penetrate without causing harm and whilst giving pleasure, how best to choose and fit a strap-on; all the technicalities, as well as being taught (as they had been since they began school) of the sanctity of Woman.

(This is a fictional story about a young man's experiences enslaved by a middle age woman. It is a tickler for men not to overlook middle aged women who are not only sexually experienced having grown up in the liberated 70's but are not afraid of taking over as well! Having personally experienced women from their young adulthood in college to women in their fifties I know that experience counts and have had more exciting times with middle aged women who are not afraid of variety and especially female domination!