Soft Dom Kink Novels & Stories

I take a deep bath, pick up a flare red lace lingerie that pushes up my breasts close to my neck. Settled, I drop my phone when no reply comes in and I pick up my Kindle then pick my phone back up. I need to figure this out. I need to know how this dynamic works in the real world. I spend the next two hours on Reddit and different BDSM forums. Q: How to make your Dom Master happy? A: Be submissive. Dress sexy. Be flexible. Flexible? That’s concerning. Even if I were slim, I don't think I’d be flexible. I can’t even dance.

I found it fascinating, the lengths that these men and women were willing to go in order to satiate their desires. I mostly searched through the websites Phillip frequented, and it seemed to be a very submission based kink, where the women were encouraged to explore the depths of their sexuality in very extreme ways. Things like hypnosis and blowjob training, almost like they were trying to empty their minds into vapid nothingness, creating a void that could only be filled with pure carnal lust and hedonism.

"That's not possible. I'm a man. Men don't..." "Omegas do. Male omegas produce slick when they're aroused. When they're near their Alpha. When their body wants to be claimed." Daemon's fingers circled his entrance through the fabric, and Kai whimpered. "And you're producing so much. Your body is desperate for me." "Please..."

“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.” “

And what she craved, what she desperately needed, was the opposite. She wanted to give up control. Completely. Utterly. To someone who would take it from her and use it however they wanted. Which was how she'd ended up on a exclusive BDSM dating site six months ago. How she'd met Dominic Kane. How they'd spent six months negotiating, discussing, building trust. And how she'd ended up with this contract. Dominic Kane was thirty-two years old, a wealthy entrepreneur who'd sold his tech company for hundreds of millions and now spent his time pursuing his passions. One of those passions was BDSM specifically, total power exchange dynamics where he owned submissives completely for defined periods

I stiffen against him and obey, slapping my breasts up and down. Dante, the sole owner of my dangling properties, climbs the seat to grab them like a spoiled son denied breastmilk. He squeezes me to filth and slaps, dangling them on his palms. “Oh… my fucking god…” I cry, squirming. I feel warm fluid leak out of me like it's been waiting so long for this. I drip, coating his dick as I ride up and down, bouncing like my life depends on it. “Arch your back.” Giovanni smacks my ass and adjust me to himself.

And that is how locker s*x turned into angry s*x. “Ah Kyler ! Fuck !!” I spoke through gritted teeth when Kyler suddenly pinched and twisted my n*pples pleasurably hard and went King Kong with his Big Gong inside my tight chute. I did not know which was more arousing- his dirty talk or watching his thick pink sausage thrust in an out of my squelching hole in front of the locker room’s long mirror. Grrrrr. Oh shit ! I just realized that I was into and had a major kink for it, coz it did not take long before I was disobeying my furious mate and creaming all over his joystick just because of it.

“I love it! Harder! Harder!” Kim increased the strength of her thrusts, the toy sliding between their assholes as she dropped her full weight on April. They could both feel it approaching, their final orgasm. They let it wash over them, the bliss of an incestuous sodomy-induced climax. They sprayed each other with their juices as they had again and again. Both completely exhausted, Kim fell back and the two women passed out, the dildo still deep inside their assholes. *******

And that is how locker s*x turned into angry s*x. “Ah Kyler ! Fuck !!” I spoke through gritted teeth when Kyler suddenly pinched and twisted my n*pples pleasurably hard and went King Kong with his Big Gong inside my tight chute. I did not know which was more arousing- his dirty talk or watching his thick pink sausage thrust in an out of my squelching hole in front of the locker room’s long mirror. Grrrrr. Oh shit ! I just realized that I was into and had a major kink for it, coz it did not take long before I was disobeying my furious mate and creaming all over his joystick just because of it.

on his lips, sweet and intoxicating. She deepened the kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth, tasting him, teasing him. She reached down, her fingers finding the cock ring, and slowly, deliberately, she loosened it. The sub gasped, his body convulsing as the blood rushed back to his cock, his orgasm building, his body coiling tight. "Cum for me, my pet," Domica commanded, her voice a low, dangerous purr. "Cum for me now." And he did, his body convulsing as he spilled his seed, his cries of pleasure echoing in the room. Domica watched, a satisfied smile playing on her lips, her body sated and content. She reached down, her fingers tracing the line of his spine, feeling his body tremble beneath