Kink Life Novels & Stories

She asks with a grin. “I assume you mean the part where I started training to be a Dominant?” “Yep, that would be what I’m thinking about.” Her hand is back to making circles on my chest again, and it hasn’t helped in my little problem that I’ve got going on below. “I went to a club for a classmate’s birthday while in college, and I became interested in the dynamics of the Kink lifestyle. That really is all there is to it, I’m afraid.”

"Yes Tiff, like your sexual experience. Have you ever fucked one?" A small lump gathered in my throat. "No," I brushed off. "I don't think I'll fancy such." "Trust me, they've got the best dicks. They'd make you squirt in minutes and ask you to lick their cum." "That's disgusting," I blurted. Although I wanted to know what it really felt like. What it would be like of it were my kink, or what it would have felt like if Luciano tried it with me. "Not really, it's sexy as hell."

Doing two girls with the same one was beyond thoughtless and gross. My drawstring shorts were barely cinched up when the doorbell rang. Thankfully it was Odette. Extra special was Odette wanted to get freaky with me - she brought a dildo and some lube. The problem with having a vast variety of sex was that fewer and fewer things were new and remembering how exciting it was your first time with a given kink gets tougher.

Suddenly Pusscat is standing in the door. “Getting a little drink”. I hold up the plastic bag. “Cheers”. “There are bags upstairs”. “I am soaking up the atmosphere. Are you really talking the cows into all this ?” Pusscat let’s out a small laugh and walks to the fridge. “These days it is no problem living out any kink you might dream of. It is no longer a sport convincing Your victim to let their hair down. It seems to be a requirement to have at least one fetish or kink in each home”.