Somnophilia Kink Novels & Stories

That’s what should have crossed my mind when I woke up to him between my legs, but that’s not what happened. I read dark romance all the time. Zero triggers. I can read somnophilia, but going through it? Waking up from it? I didn’t think I’d be able to do it without being dragged into the hell that is my past. I never thought I’d ever be okay with being woken up with physical touch, or anything close to sexual.

I did not call or let the patrol on the border announce my arrival, I wanted to surprise my mate but I was the one getting surprised instead. The packhouse was eerily quiet though there are like 20 to 30 people living here. As I was climbing up the stairs I saw Viviane in a very compromising position. She is masturbating while watching through the keyhole what it sounds like the Beta’s fucking each other their brains out. Who would have thought the perfect and poised Viviane Sinclair gets off while watching others fuck, is she really into porn? I wonder if she has practiced voyeurism before or if it is something new, either way, this makes things easier for me. Being a dom already cost me h

Nothing to write home about really, though, and it had left her wondering if the whole thing had been overhyped, like some lame movie the studios really wanted you to see anyway. Her stomach fluttered again as she sat in front of the computer and tapped the touchpad, waking the computer. The open tab was a website about BDSM in general. She skimmed information about power exchange, and about Dominants and submissives, defining roles and outlining characteristics. Another tab laid out various kinds of kink: bondage, rope play, spanking, which she learned was part of what was called 'impact play,' the pleasure/pain connection, and more. She felt herself becoming aroused as she clicked on a

He wraps around me afterward in the cage-grip that has become the architecture of my sleep – his arm across my ribs and his thigh over mine, with his heartbeat against my spine matching the echo in my chest – and I lie in the dark with the shift pheromones settling into my cells and the bond humming between us like a wire pulled taut. He’s right. I know he’s right. The supernatural pleasure is his ace card and Dominic can’t match it and the addiction that was imprinted during the first shift has written Knox into my biology at a level that exists below choice. But biology isn’t the only thing Dominic is competing on.

'You're my worthless cumrag, but so fucking precious. Months in, the loan paid back tenfold in interest, my art sold out, now a rising star. But I didn't stop. The money was an excuse; the kink my addiction. One night, in his bed... silk sheets, mirrors everywhere, he collared me, locking it with a key chain he wore around his neck. 'Mine forever?' I nodded, riding his cock reverse, ass bouncing, his hands guiding. 'Forever, Daddy.' We fucked like animals... deepthroating till I gagged, him eating my pussy till I squirted on his face, torture toys littering the room... paddles cracking on flesh, ropes binding me in intricate shibari, suspended for his tongue and cock.

It wasn't a qualification that usually described him, but he could be ascribed the quality of cuteness at that moment, relaxed in his sleep, his eyes shut in. Till they opened slowly but not sharply, falling on hers immediately, obviously not familiar with the darkness and his environment. "I didn't know you were into somnophilia, cara." The mockery in his tone dripped on her skin, sending goosebumps of embarrassment and flushes of redness down her face. "Somno...philia?" Her green eyes had drawn perfect circles, her throat swallowing till it went dry and her tongue refused to produce any more liquid.

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.”

She had his soul from the moment she made eye contact with him. Submissive women are more my kink, but I've come to a conclusion after watching her tonight. I have several kinks, but the most severe and insatiable kink of all is Aurora, I have an Aurora kink. I'm a puppet for whatever this woman has to offer, she doesn't know this but there's nothing I won't let her do to me just to have those eyes on me.

Ariel I’ve always had a slut kink. I wanted to be manhandled, pulled, slapped, and fucked in every hole. But by who? That was the problem. I wanted someone strong enough to handle me and someone I was attracted to at the same time. I looked at the clock on my nightstand and it felt like it was mocking me. It had been exactly ten minutes since I’d swallowed the "special" tea I’d bought from that underground shop, and only two minutes since my boyfriend, Mark, had shattered my pride over the phone.

as Gwen lowered down and began sucking on the juicy meat, kissing and caressing her stepmother's skin. These were the kinds of thoughts that kept him up at night. Furiously stroking away, that is. Imagining and dreaming... hoping and praying! Though knowing that never in a million years could his mother-daughter threesome experience ever come to fruition. It was the kind of thing left to outlandish p**n videos and subpar smut. The kind of unbelievable, entirely outrageous story lines where several sexy women just miraculously throw themselves at a young, horny man – as if his penis possessed some ungodly power that women found irresistible. No, not Harry... he knew better than to equate real