Tag: Fantasy

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. Read more »

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.

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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. Read more »

Rent Comes Due (part 2)

That night you get into my bed, naked, and curl up near me, not touching me. The temptation to touch you simply because I can is strong, but I don’t want to ruin this with pointless handling. You’ll do better if I touch you when I want you, or when you need to be put back into line, and not otherwise.

Humans and animals aren’t so different, I reflect. Show either one clearly who has the authority, and there’s rarely any trouble…

I wake, suddenly. Your hand is fumbling between my legs, and you’ve already got me hard. Why I didn’t wake up the instant you touched me, I don’t know. I was pretty tired, but I can’t imagine being that tired. You must have a very, very light touch.

You must be aware that I woke up, but I wait to see what you do. To my surprise you keep going, running a fingertip along the underside of my cock, then rubbing very gently against the frenum. And then down, petting with that one fingertip over my balls. It’s fucking effective. When your finger slides up again, it strokes over the head of my cock, and it’s slippery. You’re panting, very softly. It sounds more like fear than arousal. It’s a hot sound, either way. Read more »

[Fantasy] The Minotaur’s Slave

Kristin shuddered as the giant stone altar gradually lowered itself into the darkness of the labyrinth below. The air was cold, her sheer white tunic offering little protection. The gold shackles on her wrist felt heavy and cumbersome, as did the gold collar around her neck.

She should have known something like this would happen. Ever since her friends and her had snuck over to the brothel that day. Her friends were disgusted by what they saw and quickly ran away, but not Kristin. She was fascinated.

Day after day she returned to hide in the bushes and watched what went on. It excited her in a way she couldn’t quite describe. She knew the Gods would frown upon it, but she just couldn’t help herself. When she saw the men strip down, saw the women begin their work on them, it always caused a wetness between her legs. Sometimes she even traced a hand down there to feel it. It felt…good.

That was how the guard found her that day: hiding in the bushes, her hand up her skirt, her breasts exposed as she watched two women taking turns pleasing a man with their mouths. As soon as he grabbed her, she knew what her punishment would be. Read more »

Twisted Kingdom [M/M, Fantasy]

Chapter Two of Twisted Kingdom is now available on my website.

In this chapter, we are introduced to Merewin: a young man who lives in the clutches of a perverse king.

[Read Chapter Two](https://thebawdypen.com/Reader?title=TwistedKingdom_Chap2)

“The Yoga Goddess.” MF, intense, sensual casual encounter. No incest, cheating, etc. Everyone 18+ and all consensual.

I have been attending classes at the Evolution Yoga Studio for about two months now. Yoga has become part of my lifestyle, for spiritual and physical purposes. I was initially nervous to feel embarrassed as a 32 year old guy attending yoga, but I have been pleasantly surprised by the welcome I’ve received. While I am no sculpture of David, I have gained confidence in my body. Especially my lower half, where my days spent playing baseball as a catcher still reveal some definition in my thighs and butt. My nervousness also extended to my mental and physical responses to seeing attractive women in skin tight clothing. Yoga has always been erotically charting for me, even when practicing by myself. Luckily, I have avoided any embarrassing signs of arousal so far.

My confidence grew, and two weeks ago I began attending hot yoga classes. With me being comfortable with my sexuality, seeking comfort in a hot room, and being a bit of an exhibitionist, I purchased a pair of skin tight yoga shorts that reached about halfway down my thighs. After a few classes, I noticed that as I became sweaty, the definition of my slightly semi-erect cock would clearly appear. No one seemed to notice, so I continued wearing the shorts. Read more »

My FFM fantasy.

He’s a little intoxicated. I’m sober. He’s sitting on the hotel bed watching tv when I sit on his lap naked facing him.
Him: I was watching tv
Me: so?
I take his hand and put his fingers into my mouth, and he pushes them back to make me gag a little and tells me “good girl…” he take his fingers out and slaps my face and I let out a little yelp from the surprise sting. He grabs my hair and pulls it back exposing my neck and begins to suck and bite leaving little marks. I moan. He’s a little harder now. I feel him through his shorts and I make a wet spot on them.
Him: You made a mess on my shorts. Bend over the bed.
Me: yes sir
He pulls out an anal hook from my bag, tells me to spit on it and get it nice and wet. I do as I’m told. He puts it inside me then ties my hair to it…causing my head to be pulled back a bit or I tug on it. He slaps my ass VERY hard leaving a hand print. Then he sticks 3 fingers in my pussy and feels that I’m wet and ready to be taken…he asks “whose pussy is this? Is it mine?”
Me: yes, its yours
He tugs on the hook “and this ass?”
Me: also yours.
He stands back and looks at the picture. Me bent over the bed with a glistening, wet pussy and an anal hook tied to my hair, he is completely hard now. He goes over to the bag again and gets the rope for my wrists…they will be tied behind my back…he also grabs my nipple clamps.
Him: “Remember when I put the nipple clamps on and around your head?? You were like a dog wearing a fucking choke collar…”
He puts them on me…the black chain is around the back of my neck making it easy for him to tug on while standing behind me. My wrists are restrained as well…
There’s a knock on the door. He answers it and its ___ (she happens to be a true red head) and he looks back at me confused. I say “you’re welcome.” He tells her to undress and lay with her legs open in front of my face. She does. He pushes my head down, forcing the anal hook to cause me slight pain, and I begin to eat her pussy. She starts moaning after a couple of minutes and I’m loving the taste of her ginger pussy in my mouth. He lets go of my head but I do not stop. He walks over to her and she sucks his cock while he watches me eat her out. (Still wearing all of my restraints) He forces her head down causing her to slightly gag multiple times. With her saliva still all over his cock he walks behind me and starts fucking my pussy very hard…he can feel the hook a little and really likes how it feels. Different. He is almost ready to cum. He tells Ms. Red to come to the edge of the bed forcing me to stop licking her clit. He starts fucking her…making me watch. He fingers my ass and pussy while fucking her and it happens…he cums all over her hairy pussy. He quickly takes off my restraints and tells me to eat her cream pie. Like his good little slut, I eat every bit. Finishing my plate and licking it clean. ;)
Any female takers?? ;)

Eyes on the train [MF]

It was the usual morning routine. I get up on time, catch the bus to the train and make my way to work.

Usually, I’m on the train reading my book or trying to put something together on my phone. I don’t really pay much attention to the traffic that goes in and out of the train, mostly because it’s too early to care.

This day was a little different. As I turn the page to my book, I catch a glimpse of you glaring at me.

I don’t acknowledge you at first. It could be random and meaningless. I could’ve been someone you thought you knew or something of the sorts.

I look up; three stops before I get off, your still staring. But you don’t even try to hide it at this point. I love the bravery, it makes me want you right then and there however I’m a gentleman, I need to know how you’re mind works before I can use your body.

It’s the stop right before I get off. Time is not on my side, I gotta make something happen. I offered my seat to an elder woman that just got onto the train, hoping you notice my kind nature. Read more »

The Basement

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“I promise you,” Sadie bragged. “My house is haunted.”

The girls may have giggled at this, but each of them waited nervously for her to go on.

“I mean, I’ve never seen it. But it lives in the basement.”

“What does?” Katie asked.

“The ghost. I hear it moaning some nights, and once when I was little and wanted to go investigate my dad freaked out. He told me it was dangerous, that no one was allowed down there.”

Vicky scoffed. This was the best thing to come out of a shit sleep over, and she couldn’t believe the other girls’ gullibility. Sadie was known to be a drama queen, what with being the oldest in their year and an only child, and it was no wonder she would try and pull a stunt on her 18th birthday.

“Something to say, Vick?” Sadie asked. They weren’t the best of friends; Vicky had only come to the sleep over because Katie had begged her to. Read more »