Little Space Kink Novels & Stories

And I'd watched enough videos sent by my perverted roommate to recognize what kind of sounds they were instantly. But wasn't Marissa's godmother, Jenna Johnston, inside that storage room? At the thought of that, a sudden heat rushed through me. An inappropriate image flashed through my mind. Ms. Johnston usually liked wearing dresses. Even during winter, she'd only add a pair of white stockings. The fabric would stretch tight across her perky butt, swaying with each step, always making it impossible for me to look away. But she always wore a cold expression, coming across as distant and untouchable.

With Darlene's recently-discovered exhibitionist kink, she was right in her element and her pussy was leaking continuously. As the two women lapped, kissed and sucked on each other's pussy lips they let out contented mews and moans that added to the boys' arousal. Brian, the shortest of the guys at 5'6", had a surprisingly long but narrow erection with a large plum of a cock-head. As he stroked his dick, seemingly using his fat knob as a stop for his fist on each pull, he asked tentatively, "Can... can we touch you?" "Sure!" Darlene answered. "You can all touch us anywhere you want!"

(Yes ) Recording “Will anyone but us see the recordings?” I ask with my finger keeping my place on the paper. "Only us, baby. Nobody will see what's ours.” Jacob confirms. Jacob scoots closer to me, resting his arm around my shoulder, "daddy dom, little girl. It's sub genre of BDSM and CG/L is caregiver and little. I personally think you're a little and don't know it, but I could be wrong." "What's a little?” My head tilts to the side.

She moved closer again and this time when she touched my chest I was too slow to move away, and I felt her cold fingers trailing down my skin making my wolf recoil in disgust. "I've been thinking about why you won't touch me," she said quietly, like she was sharing some intimate secret. "About why you won't mark me or make love to me or even look at me the way a husband should look at his wife. And I realized something. I have this feeling, this kink I guess you could call it, where I need someone watching me while I'm in pleasure. It makes everything more exciting, more intense. And I think maybe the reason you can't perform is because we're always alone, because there's no one there to wit

The new kink they’d introduced was public denial combined with the constant reminder of ownership through the collar tag and jeweled plug which was pushing every button I had. By dessert, I was a wreck. Tears of desperate need pricked my eyes. My nipples were painfully hard against the thin dress. Kai had the vibrator on its highest setting for nearly two full minutes while he discussed quarterly profits. “Please…” I whispered brokenly when the investor briefly left the table. Kade’s hand slid higher up my thigh, fingers brushing my soaked entrance around the harness. “Hold it.” The moment the lunch ended and we were back in the privacy of the limo, they pounced.

"So, did you ever think you'd be offered a job because your dick is bigger than the last guy?" Russ chuckled. "I never thought about it." "That's not the only reason. You're also, according to Lan, handsome, well built, and have a reputation of being a nice guy. I do, essentially, what my mom and sister do. I give massages. By choice, I only do females. About half of them just want massages. The other half are the regulars. They want the special services we offer. For women, it's fingering to orgasm, eating them, and rarely vaginal sex. For vaginal I always wear a condom. Safer for me and for them. For oral, I use a dental dam about half the time. Do you know what that is?"

I know them, of course. I’ve had my fair share of kinky sex games, but I figured out quickly that kink demands more vulnerability than I’m usually willing to give—and should be reserved for special people, or special occasions. Tonight fits both categories. “You said you feel safe with me. No matter what happens next, that won’t change.” He holds my gaze. “This only goes as far as you want it to.” The hysterical urge to laugh nearly overwhelms me. He won’t thank me for the reaction, will probably take it the wrong way.

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”.

Like possibly he just came from the gym. "Okay, now I want you to kiss her." I hesitated for a moment, confused. He moved closer to us, "Go ahead Dude, I said kiss her." I leaned over and kissed Kim on the lips. "Good, kiss her again, a little longer this time and reach down and squeeze one of those big titties of hers." I guess I should describe Kimberly to you a little. She's very petit, 5 foot even, in fact. She weighs about 120 lbs with a plump bubble ass, large C cup breasts and a narrow middle. She's got a very pretty face, with full lips, blue eyes and blond hair. Her boobs have always looked large, mainly because she is so small. Anyway, I oblige the man by kissing and fondling her b