Little Space Kink Novels & Stories

"And?" "Right, you don't know." She turned to him now, strap on her shoulders. "I'm sure you've done your BDSM assignment so you've heard of Sub space, but there's also Little space. Now, the latter doesn't always involved sex, rarely does, but this is when the person involved age regresses. In other words, he acts younger than his original age. Marcos has Little space though he has to be triggered with keywords, and when I called I might have accidentally told him it was a Playdate, not a date date." And I should believe it was an accident when you have those... What?" Paris asked, eyes moving to the tote bag. "Things,"

Kennedy POV. Today's a special night in the local club, it's the special club in town, it's where every kink and lifestyle is accepted. Tonight is littles night, we've been into so many of those, but this night we have our own little, it's very common for it to be date night for cg and littles.

In fact, I think we should make a special trip down there tonight so she is reminded she has no chance. How do little's with daddy kinks find their Daddies? Living this lifestyle is going to take some getting used to. I imagine she will have her child's size dress on and her pigtails. But I have some pretty lingerie and a Master who likes to dominate. I win.

I winked at her. I grabbed the lube and let it drip down onto her asshole as I spread her ass cheeks apart. Her and Keds started making out as I rubbed her asshole and slowly entered my pinky finger, since it was the smallest. She felt so tight and moaned as I moved slowly inside of her. The sight looked so sexy, and as she loosened up, I moved onto one thumb.

So badly. This app is going to be to be huge! Launch my career into another stratosphere type of huge. We could make special kink chat rooms, maybe LGBTQ+ chat rooms, location based chat rooms. I wonder if LimberJack lived around here or if he worked from home far away or maybe even a satellite office. Somehow not knowing turned me on even more. I squirted for the second time in my life before falling asleep on my couch, my glass of red wine left unfinished. Completely satiated.

Kinks: bdsm, female dom, male sub, powerplay, rough sex The office door clicks shut behind him, sealing us in my private therapy room. Dim lights cast shadows over the leather couch and the sturdy restraint bench in the corner. He's my patient, that eager 28-year-old with wide eyes and a body begging for control. I stand tall in my black leather corset and thigh-high boots, my curves hugged tight, feeling the power surge through me, expert in breaking men like him. He sits on the edge of the couch, fidgeting, his shirt already unbuttoned from our 'session talk' about his submission cravings.

Having an audience makes things more exciting and is so hot. A month has passed since Derrick, and I started contacting other kinksters on the BDSM forum sites in Lubbock. Instead of appearing at the local underground BDSM club, an older couple, Cooper and Daniel, invited us to their place. They and another couple, Tracey and Cassidy, introduced Derrick and me to a wide range of toys and bondage equipment.

Kinks: Sleepy sex, somnophilia (consensual), edging, soft domination The room was bathed in shadows, the only light coming from the dim streetlamp outside, casting faint lines across the bedspread. Everything else was quiet, wrapped in a calm so thick it felt almost alive. She lay on the soft mattress, her body still and warm beneath the thin cotton sheet. The vibrator hummed softly between her thighs, its steady pulse a gentle reminder of the pleasure lingering just beneath the surface of sleep.

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.

Damn, he exudes an irresistible heat that leaves me longing for more. As he reached for the button of his slacks, I swiftly rose to my knees, determined to halt his progress. With a deft hand, I unbuttoned and pulled down the zipper of his slacks, eliciting a deep moan from him. The suddenness of my actions startled him slightly, as I yanked them down as far as they could go, mindful of his kneeling position. He stood beside the bed, removing his slacks and boxer briefs, and in that moment, his impressive length sprung forth, causing me to nearly choke on my saliva. The saying “hung like a house” couldn’t be more fitting for Layken; his size was truly remarkable. Notably, the head of his mem