Little Space Kink Novels & Stories

Even when he grins and winks at me after saying it, it still has the same effect on me. “Jesus, you’re getting her all wet, she’s dripping all over me!” Jory spreads my legs to show the others, and I redden, hiding my face in his chest. “Well, she did say that she loves being treated this way. Now, I actually believe that our girl has a kink fetish. She is a true sub.” Knox states, “But, we really need to talk about this before the two of you go and abuse her poor holes for the rest of the night.” He chuckles.

“Nine years. Almost ten.” “That’s a long drought.” A small pause. “What changed?” “I… got involved with someone.” “Go on.” I laughed—nervous, brittle. “Can I really just say it? Out loud?” “This is a sexuality and kink-focused session,” he replied calmly. “The entire point is to say the things you can’t say anywhere else. No judgment. No limits. You’re safe here.” I exhaled hard. “He’s young. Very young. Too young. I shouldn’t know what his mouth feels like between my legs, or how he sounds when he’s crying my name.”

Then she spotted Clay and leaped from the futon, and suddenly what floor space I had disappeared as she tried to jump on him and, I think, look for Zeus. “Whoa… down Tink. I don’t have Zeus in my pocket.” Clay laughed. Tinkerbell looked displeased with the lack of Zeus and snorted on his jeans before returning to the futon. “I know you said small, but wow. I think my bathroom at Makayla’s place is bigger than this.” Clay teased. “I thought when you said tight squeeze was a euphemism for your pussy. Which I’m all about that being a tight squeeze.” He winked as he looked around my tiny apartment.

Book 1: Their Kinky games *Amber* "Well darling, tell me, is there anyone special in your life right now ?". Matt looked up at her as she was pacing his living-room. Amber had never really been good at sitting still for long, she always needed to move... to do things. She snorted at him with disdain, rolling her green eyes. "Really Matt ? You know there isn't, has there ever been anyone special in my life ?" "Maybe it's time then, to settle down, to become conventional and all that. But okay let me rephrase it then, are you fucking anyone regularly at the moment then ?" He said grinning.

I liked it. Standing again, in front of him, I felt shy and self conscious, I was standing right next to him, and he looked that good, and I probably looked like a cat dragged out of water. “First, I need to know that you understand, these kinks, these fetishes, they sometimes have to do with real life issues, like you told that woman from the station, they may be happening in real life, but they are different in the sense that, these are controlled, the entire thing is controlled.”

Marco murmured at my side. “It looked like a conversation,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. “Like she was listening through the rope.” “Exactly,” he replied. “Kink is communication. The tools are just…tools. The connection is what matters.” He paused. “Would you like to try something small tonight? No pressure. Maybe just a guided meditation or light restraint? We can go over your boundaries first.”

Whatever he’s saying has her laughing and then looking down into the crowd of dancers. “Looks like your bro is moving in on your territory, man.” I glance over and see Gabe facing the bar with his forearms leaning against the edge. I smirk, “Nah, that was this morning when we both fucked her senseless for her birthday present.” Our neighbor’s jaw drops, “No fucking way...seriously?” “You’re wanting to get into the kink lifestyle, right?” “Well, yeah, I guess.” “Here’s a second piece of advice for you, Gabe; never be surprised by anything when it comes to this lifestyle. Believe it or not it’s quite common.”

She shook her head, pulling away from me. "You're wrong." I waved my hands dismissively in the air. "C'mon, babygirl, don't be naïve; we're sexual beings. We only care for someone when sexual desires are fulfilled. Or have you seen a relationship succeed without sexual gratification?" I mouthed, going over to a particular wine curtain that demarcated my main secret room from my BDSM studio section. I swiped it to the side, revealing what was embedded in it to Nelly's full view.

“After we finish dinner, I’m going to fuck you in this booth.” “What?” Her smile fades. “Fucking you with my fingers in public was just the appetizer of my kink, baby.” Her eyes grow wider. I brush her hair from her shoulder as I detail what I want to do to her. “I want to watch you lose yourself in ecstasy in a room full of people who have no idea you’re getting your tight little cunt stuffed with my cock. I want to feel you quiver and tremble in my lap as you ride me.”

“Relax. It was just for the experience. I just turned twenty-one. I had enough sexual experience at that time, but I was more curious about kink and those kinds of stuff.” “How was your experience?” Smirking, I watched her reaction closely. “It was wild, refreshing, and overwhelming.” “Wow. Have you tried?” “I think you don’t wanna know.” “Actually, I do,” she replied excitedly, but deep inside, I knew she was jealous and felt insecure as if she lacked some experience. “It was just sex, darling. With toys and kink. Too wild for you to watch. Have you watched porn?” Her cheek burned. “I take that as a yes. It’s something like that. But no camera, no scripts, and definitely no cuts. They study