Little Space Kink Novels & Stories

John squeaked, “My… prick… is so small—” “Tiny. Use tiny” Anna waved her hand in the air tiredly. “My prick is so tiny, no condom ever fits it” John said, “Even when I'm erect, it's never enough to hold a condom. My ex used to suck it like it were an actual baby pacifier” “My prick is so minute, my girlfriend strokes me with three fingers only. She said she's still with me out of pity” Connor admitted shyly and some of the other guys chuckled.

Then, if I cum all over I have an acceptable excuse and I won’t just have to say sorry. He must realize that I am not completely relaxing, so he stops and lifts his head to say softly, “Sugar, it’s alright. Some people think it’s highly erotic to suck on toes. It’s considered a kink, and if you like it, go with the flow. I live to please you and want you to experience every pleasure I can possibly give.” His voice trails off and then he whispers, “By the end of the night, I will have penetrated every hole and you will learn to love it.”

I asked in incredulity. “ Alec, you should know that won’t work with just a little show of your skin right? I have so much experience with this trust me that guy will not be swayed with this size of yours’ When she said your’s, Nicole meant my medium size breasts. Fuck! “ Then what are you going to do? stripe me off my pants?” I asked dumbfounded.

And I realized Ethan’s kinks ran deeper than I’d expected. He loved public sex—loved the risk of getting caught. We fucked in bathroom stalls at the mall. In the back rows of nearly empty movie theatres. In a parking garage where anyone could have easily walked in on us. I had no problem with it because the danger made him wetter, made him cling to me harder, made him beg harder! His horizons expanded. We posted an ad online looking for player partners. Eventually, we found a steady partner. His name was Dickson. Dickson was black, built like a heavyweight fighter, and had a cock that made my jaw drop the first time I saw it. Nine inches. Thick as my forearm with veins like tree roots runnin

Tony always knew how to handle me well and I guess that's why we managed to date for so long. Typing the URL, it loaded immediately and I clicked on the first video I laid my eyes on. The sound of a woman moaning loudly echoed through the living room of my house as her fingers rubbed her pussy. Seeing her like that had me wet in an instant. I sat well in bed ready for a self service session. I deserved it. I was a sex kink and any sex video, be it a lesbian video, a gay video or even straight as long as there were Ds and Vs, always got me off.

And by too small, I don’t mean medically they were too small, but I need and crave more than something the length of my pinky. Gunnar and Henrik both exceed what I’m used to. And maybe because it’s been so long since I got laid, my pussy was having a few minor issues accommodating to his size while Gunnar started finding his rhythm. I wasn’t saying I couldn’t take it, but adjusting took longer. Now that I have, it was blissful and distracting as I focused on Henrik. And even more distracting when Gunnar started fingering my ass using the lube.

The way her head is tilted to the back, revealing her smooth, kissable neck, makes my cock cry out in pain and I look away from her. "Someone could knock on the door. That’d be a disturbance." I pause and return my gaze to her, a smirk on my face. "But fucking you in the small space of the car. That’s so much sexier, Liz." My hand moves down her back and I give her ass a firm squeeze to appear more convincing. "And small space equals hot sex. I’d be so deep in you, you wouldn’t want me to stop." I watch as her pupils dilate, and her breath turns to short pants. I can tell she’s having that image in her head and it’d be a lie to say I don’t want to make it come to life.

“Sure do. Every three months if I’m out there and active. I know everyone thinks my life is this nonstop fuckfest because I show the slightest interest in sex and one-night stands, but I haven’t gotten any since that damn cruise last year. I passed the last exam with flying colors. How about you?” “Regular checks, just got out of a long-term relationship.” I didn’t mention that those “regular checks” were a requirement for membership at my kink resort. Even the most free-spirited of free spirits were sometimes put off by the mention of anything harder than handcuffs. This would be a straightforward, well, fuckfest, to use her words. “I use condoms during intercourse, that’s nonnegotiable.” “

I just hit reply. They sent over a confirmation packet: rules, boundaries, expectations. A full kink checklist. Double checking my safe word: Halcyon. Hard limits? I wrote them down carefully—no blood, no breath play, no names. Everything else? I clicked yes. Edging, degradation, impact, restraint, group play, anal, toys, voyeurism.