Branching Out (Bondage)(Rough)(CNC)(MF)

This is my first time writing something like this. Be kind! Please leave a comment with feedback.

My hand shook as I locked the car door. My keys jingled as I placed them in my purse and I began walking toward the hotel. I double-checked the time and place in our messages before entering the lobby. I couldn’t tell if the trembling of my body was more from excitement or nerves. My husband John always was one for surprises. We have an extremely adventurous sex life. We are completely open about our fantasies and sexuality with one another and have always shared any fantasies that we have. We send sexy stories back and forth to try to wind each other up.

I had been sending stories lately describing one fantasy in particular and I was thrilled when he caught on. I was still a little surprised when John asked if I wanted to make it a reality. I was nervous, to be honest. It was something that I wasn’t completely sure I would be into, but the idea of waking up tied to a bed and John having complete control over me made my panties soaking wet every time. We talked it through and he asked me questions of what I had in mind. He made the arrangements and informed me of the rules and instructions. We had discussed safe words ahead of time and I began counting down the days.

A Night at home with the Babysitter [FF] [ds]

([Last week with Madison](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/etkchx/a_night_with_the_babysitter_ff_bi/))

*knock knock*

I took a deep, shaky breath. She was here.

It’d been exactly a week since my nightclub hook up with Madison. I didn’t want to seem too eager and let’s face it, I have a life outside of getting my rocks off, so it was a couple days before I sent the initial text.

“*Hey, Maddie. Thanks again for a fun night. Hope you enjoyed the rest of yours and that your week is going well.*”

I labored over it before sending it. I let her know I had fun without any overwhelming expectations for her to respond accordingly. I was perfectly happy to wait a few days for a response. My heart skipped a beat when she replied in less than an hour.

“*Hi there! Please, I should be thanking you. I haven’t stopped thinking about it.*”

*sigh* That was a good sign, right? Fuck being coy. I was making this happen now.

“*Honestly, I haven’t either. As I said that night, that’s the most fun I’ve had in a long time.*” I typed the next message and sent it before I could chicken out. “*Would you wanna have some more fun?*”

[FM] An old acquaintance

“She could tell from the first glance at him that he was no longer the boy who used to blush and freeze up in her presence. There was something strict and decisive about the way he ignored her as he briskly paced past her bus stop. For the slightest moment there seemed to be a hint of recognition from the corner of his eye, but just as soon he had already crossed the street and disappeared around a corner.

“He had always been tall and naturally wide-shouldered, but his body had fleshened out and now he loomed over innocent bypassers predatorily. It didn’t help the matter that he often chose to dress in black, and sometimes had the unfortunate habit of standing with his back perfectly straight and his head tilted back ridiculously far, which gave the impression that he was in the military, while staring with intense focus at some element in his environment. At such moments he liked to fold his hands in various ways in front of his belly and behind his back, perhaps imagining that he was Napoleon.

Gear shift lover.

Taking Panties off
sliding down to feet
turning up the heat.
Off comes the skirt
moving up the seat.

Fingers parting lips
slowly inserting gear shift.
Hearing moans of pleasure
moving up and down
slowly and round and round.

Pussy wet
juices flowing
trickling down the shaft.
Not satisfied yet
she goes in second
third and fourth
and finally fifth.
The moans are louder
the juices now a river.
I see her legs begin to quiver.

Her whole body begins to shake
she slowly begins to rise.
Wet between her thighs.
I come before her eyes.
Carl Dunford.

Sacred Night – Pt 1 [MM] [Raceplay]

By Taylor Jones ©2020

“There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.” – Hamlet (1.5.167-8)

PART ONE

XAVIER

As Xavier Wellington rode the plantation, his attention wandered from his daily survey of operations. His eyes sought out Baptiste, the strong, fortyish field slave. The big nigger was everything that Xavier’s peevish, drunken father was not — kindly, sober, and temperate in thought and speech, so much so that Xavier couldn’t recall a time when he had not adored him. Sometimes, he even thought his feelings might be reciprocated, detecting in Baptiste’s eyes a warm light when they conversed. His own eyes, without a doubt, must have betrayed his lifelong infatuation.

He soon spotted Baptiste, for indeed, he was hard to miss. At well over six feet, he towered a head above the other slaves as they tended the Wellington tobacco crop. At an age when most slaves began to wither under the yoked burdens of hard work and mediocre nutrition, Baptiste seemed to thrive. Stripped to the waist in dark cotton trousers, woolen socks, and undyed leather shoes, with a course linen shirt tucked into the back of his trousers, he carried himself with unassuming dignity.

Sacred Night – Pt 2 [MM] [Raceplay]

By Taylor Jones ©2020

PART TWO

BAPTISTE

Baptiste had relaxed. He knew he was still a slave, that he’d better do whatever was asked of him. Still, the ministering hands felt good to him and made him feel special. Despite the heat and humidity, the boy smelled of expensive soap while he reeked of sweat. Yet, Xavier had made it clear that he wasn’t put off by his odor, when even his own wife made him bathe before coming to bed.

Now, the whiteboy was asking to touch his sex. It was probably wrong, but suddenly he sounded so young and innocent asking Baptiste for permission.

“Yes suh,” he said at last. “Go ‘head, touch it.”

Xavier’s eyes popped, as if he were barely able to believe his ears. Baptiste closed his eyes then, and felt the arm thrown over his chest lift and the flat of the boy’s hand trail downward, lightly tracing the cleft of his bunched pectorals, a thumb brushing over the prominent nubs of his ebony nipples. Fingertips glided down the washboard stomach until they ran through a pool of sticky seepage dripping in pearly strings from his dark plum-sized dickhead.

The College After Party [MF]

This is a cross post from [https://www.reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/ezbhg0/the_college_after_party_mf/](https://www.reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/ezbhg0/the_college_after_party_mf/) where it seemed to be well received so I thought people here might like it too.

This story is not fully true but is based off a real experience. I would describe it as a fantasy based on what could have happened. Names have of course been changed. This is one of my first stories, so I hope you like it.

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My college girlfriend Lisa (now wife) was a performer in a small college play. She was beautiful. Five foot nine. Long dark hair. Gorgeous brown eyes. Legs to die for. And large, perky breasts. Her performance in the play was excellent.

But this story isn’t about her.

After the last performance, we all went back to one of the common rooms of the dorms. This dorm was older, and slightly off campus and had a bit of a party atmosphere. Everyone involved with the play was there, as well as their friends. It didn’t take long before everyone was drunk, my girlfriend and I included, and soon everyone was playing the college favorite Never Have I Ever.

Fun on a Cruise Ship ?

The day had come, We were finally going on the cruise we had always talked about. Unlimited drinks, entertainment, and most importantly: places to fuck. We had been counting down the days, and spicing up the bedroom with conversations about the many fantasies we wanted to fulfill while we were on the boat. We each had our favorite ideas, but the one thing that was guaranteed is that after this trip many of them would no longer be fantasies.

Dave and I had been together since our early twenties and yet the sex had only gotten better over time. Though we had by no means been vanilla in terms of our desires, we had not given ourselves the opportunity to experience many of them. Sure we had treated ourselves the occasional semi-public sex, but the places our seemingly continuous sexting had taken us the past few weeks as this trip approached had taken us far beyond that.

The Princess’s Desires [FF] [masturbation]

The birthday celebrations were long and widespread. Even those who had reason to question the decisions of the King and Queen took the opportunity to drink and dance in the street parties, after all Princess Helena was much loved for her compassion. She was young, beautiful and the image of innocence. Helena’s birthdays were always a celebrated affair in the kingdom, but this year was especially important as she was turning 20. Traditionally meaning that she would begin courting this year, though the rules have relaxed a little over the years.

Helena sat at the top table in the dining hall, enjoying the festivities dressed in a simple grey peplos, a light, loose fitting gown. Various Lords and Ladies approached the table to give her their congratulations, Helena graciously thanking them one by one. She always enjoyed having a fuss made for her for her birthday, she felt she has no reason to feel guilty for this mild vanity as the citizens of the land tended to do well out of the festivities — and have fun in the process. As the night drew to a close, Helenas maid, Ophelia, approached to help the slightly tipsy Princess to the bed chamber.

The night a sexy seductress fucked the hottest gay man in town. [MF] [Seduction]

Alec was walking by himself, alone at night. He was minding his own business, on his phone, thinking about the salami he was gonna eat once he arrived. Suddenly, he hears a noise. Steps… Coming from the alley on the left. He looks, tries to find someone, but… Nothing.
He shrugs and keeps walking into the alley, since he has to go through it, because there was a construction blocking his usual path. *Tap tap tap tap tap*… Again, steps. Behind him. Suddenly, he feels a hand on his shoulder, so he turns around abruptly.

“Hello there”, says a stranger. She’s mildly tall, brownish hair, light eyes, and huge breasts. She’s wearing a tight dress.

“Hello…” Says Alec, intimidated. “Do you uhm, need anything?” He continues after a pause, exhaling his fresh breath from his red beautiful lips.

“Yes handsome, I need you”. She answers, with a glow in her eyes.

“Okay, uhm, I’m gonna leave…” He steps back, and keeps on walking home, now faster.

“Come on hottie, every guy that comes by this alley is my prey, I seduce men that go through here, specially the ones that are SO good looking… Doesn’t matter to me if you have a wife”, she kept on rambling about being irresistible, and having any guy she wanted.