Soft Dom Kink Novels & Stories

I although did quite expect him to book another session on further studies about this type of romance. I'd learnt that males who newly tried dominance and other kinks Like this often found it hard to keep up with that personality It was more difficult for them to love that type of life. As for the type of sex, sooner or later, I knew Mr shaman would soon love the privileges that came with having a sexually submissive girlfriend. Especially when he let himself graduate into an even deeper foreplay, like flogs, and whips, possibly ropes and other forms of extension. It was easier that according to Mr shamans explanation, his girlfriend was more kinkier than he perceived. she had a different de

It feels so good to be filled again. "Open wide my dear, show me that sucktion". Terry says, poking his hard as rock erection against my cheek. I turn my head and open up as wide as I can, trying to relax my throat as he thrust in. I can taste myself on him and for some reason it drives me crazy with lust. "Dammit Terry, with how wet she is and you having drilled her ... not much friction here". Sam says, pumping away. "What should I do ?" "Stick it in her ass". Terry says with a grin. "She loves a finger up her little tight hole, let's give her something bigger".

“Why would I do that? I don’t want to share my man.” “You could have two guys instead of it being you and another girl.” “Tara!” Aghast, I sharply glared at my senior. She was only three years older than me, and to think that she had this bold wild side underneath her humbly saint-like appearance. “How does Brody manage you?” “He’s aware and that’s why he’s my DOM.” She bragged. “What's a DOM?” “A DOM is short for the one who is dominant or the more aggressive person during a consensual BDSM scenario.” She clarified but when she saw how blank I was she spelled it out. “You know, bondage sex, right?”

he continued while squeezing my butt and biting my lower lip as i moan . "I go all Daddy Kink on you " my eyes literally bulged out and i immediately shout a big "What !!??" He chuckled "Two ..." he continued. "I will go all Dominant on you " I gulped . Is he out of his ....fucken ....mind !!?? "And three .." he continued kissing my hand . "I make love to you untill 3 in the morning " he stated and i gluped again . He kissed my lips deeply squeezing my waist and ass cheeks as i moan .

Muffled groans of pleasure and pain escaped from her gag. Damian considered himself the king of BDSM and he was glad that he was creating the perfect reactions he wanted. He rubbed a vibrator through the length of her spine and stopped on her butts. Then he moved to her breasts. He took off the vibes and squeezed her breasts. After a moment of tongue licking, he returned the clamps. Karen squirmed. He rubbed his hand on her body in a downward descent to her tummy and stopped in her pussy. Her pussy was wet, engorged, and ready. He took out the vibrating kegel ball from her pussy hole and dug three fingers in. In fast and successive motions, he pushed his fingers in and out of her pussy hole.

I wasn’t a virgin, but no one had ever seen this part of my body so exposed before. He slapped my ass again before grabbing it roughly, a dominant promise of what was to come. He trailed a thick, calloused finger down the crease, teasing the hole, gently pushing it inside, and pulling a gasp of shock from me. Another spank. Damien smoothed his big palm over my bottom, easing that sting, warming the flesh even more. With his other hand, he slid it closer to the part of my body that ached the most. My drenched pussy.

I cried out, hips bucking hard. “Oh fuck—Dom!” He growled and wrapped his strong arms around my thighs, holding me down firmly as he sealed his mouth over my pussy. He began sucking my clit and my hips bucked violently off the bed. The sudden intense suction on my swollen, oversensitive clit made me cry out sharply, my hands flying down to grip his dark hair. Dominic growled against my pussy, the deep vibration shooting straight through my core as he wrapped his powerful arms around my thighs, pinning me down firmly to the mattress so I couldn’t escape the overwhelming pleasure.

Kinks: CNC (Consensual Non-Consent), kidnapping, rough sex, being overpowered, degradation + praise, being used, forced orgasms, being claimed/possessed. She hesitated for a long time before hitting “match.” That same night, she matched with someone. Damien. His profile was simple: Damien Cross, 34 Kinks: CNC, kidnapping/roleplay, heavy dominance, ownership, rough sex, breeding talk, marking, aftercare. They started chatting. At first, it was cautious. Then it became intense. Damien: You said you like being taken against your will. How real do you want it to feel? Elena: As real as possible. I want to be scared. I want to feel like I don’t have a choice… but I also want a safe word.

I would smile back and feel a little electrical charge at the shared knowledge that passed between us. Karen did not at all fit the image many people might have of a domme, but instead fit more into that "girl next door" stereotype with her freckles, strawberry blonde hair and warm personality. We shared a complete lack of interest in the black leather and spikes you so often see in BDSM-themed erotica, and the theatrics of dominants insulting their subs in anger did nothing for us either. The most erotic thing for us was to just be the people we really were, in love with each other and simply accepting of the fact that she was turned on by dominating me and I was turned on by letting her.

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.