Size Difference Kink Novels & Stories

I almost choke on my drink but managing to keep it together I say, “How do you know the difference?” “Rubusk are easy to tell by their size. Anything shorter than you is likely a woman, anything two feet taller than me is a male, regardless of other appearances.” I was going to die here if I kept misinterpreting things. “They also hate cinnamon.” Snickering I respond, “So do I.” Tapping the pen, or inkhold, against the paper waiting for more, “What else can you tell me?”

he asked. "Yes, and there's about 2 million to choose from, and I have no idea what to look for," I complained. "Buck up man, you act like you ain't never held a pair of tits in your life. They come in different sizes the further the letter in the alphabet the bigger the size. Hers says it's a B but once we put some more weight on her I bet they will be more like Cs the number was a 32 get the 34. Get her a few of those then find some of those sporty ones that keep the tatas from flapping around."

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.”

It's different from the stickiness of sweating with a woman in bed. Matthew kept talking. "I'll only give you a chance. One time. She must know that this kind of life is... great!" He even told me the physical details of his wife that I could imagine. I even realized that my hands were already moving to massage my own dick while under the shower. Oh, I imagined Karin touching me with her soft hands. Karin and Rena have the same age, right? The difference is that Karin has a smaller stature. Would her pussy be so narrow?

Aynsley said, a bit defensively. "Well how big?!" Kendal asked, bouncing on the bed with anticipation. "I once took an 8 inch dick in my pussy. I took a 7 inch cock in my ass one time. I felt like that one was going to split me in half but it was amazing," she explained. She felt her asshole tingle even as she explained it. Suddenly she felt a bit nervous and looked at the clock. It was getting late. "You mean I am way bigger?" Kendal asked, feeling excited now.

I whispered. Without waiting for his reply, I got on my knees in front of him and looked up at him, waiting for him to take the hint. He undid his belt buckle and pulled down his boxers and pants in one swoop, revealing a rock-hard cock of adequate length and girth. My mates had the same length. It was surreal, but they did. The only difference was their sizes. Mitch was bigger, followed by Miles. Mike has just the right size. I heard groans and turned. Miles and Mitch had their right palms wrapped around their cocks, stroking them as they watched us.

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.”

His hand slid to the back of my head, fisting a handful of my hair in his hand, "You will want this... Especially after tonight." Mathematics had never been my strong suit, yet here I was, becoming an expert in mental measurements. I was involuntarily applying what little I knew to measure the size of a man's cock. This thing had to be pushing well beyond nine inches—closer to an unholy landmark. And the girth? It was enough to split any woman in half. But then my gaze caught something else—a detail that sent shockwaves through my body. Beside the base of his length, inked boldly into the firm canvas of his skin, was my name. Kasmine.

It’s easily an inch thick. He hooks his thumbs inside the circle and pulls, testing the resistance. The material barely gives. It looks brutally restrictive. He holds it up. Not to ask my opinion. He just looks at the ring, looks over at my crotch, and does the math. "Size?" the clerk asks. Kir doesn't consult me. He gives the clerk a measurement in millimeters. His tone is completely absolute. I shift my weight. I cross my arms to hide the fact that I’m suddenly sweating.

Tyrone unzipped his pants, and Sarah's eyes went wide. Thirteen and a half inches sprang free....thick, dark, veined, the head already glistening. It was the size of her forearm, and Sarah couldn't imagine how it would fit inside her. Jamal stood next, revealing his own impressive thirteen inches, slightly less thick but just as intimidating. Marcus was last, and while his twelve inches was the "smallest," it was so thick Sarah wasn't sure which would be harder to take.