Somnophilia Kink Novels & Stories

His cock twitched traitorously in his sweatpants. Later that night, after Damien had gone to shower, Elias couldn’t take it anymore. He lay on his bed, hoodie pushed up to his chest, sweatpants shoved down just enough. His hand wrapped around his hard, leaking cock, stroking slowly at first, then faster. His eyes were closed, breath coming in soft, desperate pants. In his mind, it wasn’t some vague fantasy, it was Damien’s strong hands pinning him down, that deep voice growling filthy things into his ear while…

I head out into the night. AUTHOR'S NOTE: It gets more BDSMyyy. What tool do you want to see him use? There's Wax, Bounding, exhibition, obsession, edging, somno, hand stock etc. Comment what you want.

I chuckle. “Unlike that bitch, my two guys don’t need drugs to get women to sleep with them. Vanessa Jacobs may not be so willing but Nessa the sub will be very willing to be with two of the most talked about Dominants in the kink community.” I give my best friend the benefit of the doubt, “Okay, if you say so.”

The other one either needs to pay more or pique my interest. “Second attachment: Fetish feet kink. The client would like to play with your feet and wants you to massage him with them.” Now I burst into laughter. How is it I have two feet requests in one day? Are these both Kenny? I chuckle as I put my phone away as I see my best friend, Daniel approach.

“Hello, Dom. I came across your profile and was really drawn to what you had written. I’d love to chat and see if we click, and if our kinks and interests line up. Looking forward to your reply.” I hit send, leaned back against my pillows, and let out short, shaky breaths. The site showed him online, the green dot glowing but that meant nothing. He could be chatting with ten other subs right now, or he could glance at my profile, see my list of kinks, bondage, spanking, humiliation, anal play and decide I wasn’t worth his time. My luck with Doms had always been shitty, always ending with me frustrated, jerking off alone when they bailed or couldn’t deliver the dominance I craved.

Dominic asked me before pressing biting kisses along my neck. “Hmm mhmm hmm …. ah ! Domz ! Uh …. chain him to the …. mhmm …. bed and tie a cock ring around this beauty,” I gave my verdict while giving a gentle tug to his hardening rod which seemed to get even more excited when it heard the punishment. “Someone seems to love bondage and orgasm denial so much,” Dominic chuckled when he noticed the bulging size of our Beta mate’s monster c*ck. Kai whimpered at that with his eyes getting glossy, mouth panting in quick, short gasps and cheeks getting red as we brought him to the brink of his org*sm.

"Tyler. I want you to answer with a truth. What's your nastiest kink?" He smirked, downing the rest of his drink. "Nothing gets me going like pounding a tight asshole. Fucking that rosebud till it gapes." Heat pooled between my legs, panties slapping on my clit making me shift uneasily. These young men would be the death of me. Zane asked Brock. "What's your kink, Brock?" "Piss play. A pretty girl squatting over my face and just letting go." Shit! At this point I was soaked, my panties were stuck like tissue paper on my folds.

Her beautiful face held a punishing expression. On her Dominatrix website, she shared links and discussions about the BDSM lifestyle. She advertised services that included BDSM, or Bondage, Discipline and Dominance, Submission and Sadomasochism. Her articles posted links to safe-sex websites—SSC, or Safe, Sane, and Consensual, and RACK, Risk Aware Consensual Kink—promoting consensus between partners in BDSM.

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

A thrill shoots through me when he tightens the first one. The men I invite into my bedroom will pull my hair and boss me around. They are not true dominants and can barely call themselves a top. Damian breathes dominance and he knows all the little ways to increase the tension of a scene. The California kink community is close knit. I earned my living as an edgy Domme who's good with a whip. Publically seeking out a dominant to get me off wasn't something I was willing to risk. My mystique was half the allure and I needed every lousy dime Johnny Ford paid me.