Somnophilia Kink Novels & Stories

he admitted quietly. “I have… somnophilia. I get off on touching someone while they’re asleep. I know it’s fucked up. My ex-girlfriend broke up with me because of it. She caught me one night and said she couldn’t trust me anymore. I tried to stop. I really did. But when you moved in… you sleep so deeply, and you’re so beautiful, and I just… I couldn’t help myself.” His voice cracked at the end. He looked down at his hands, ashamed.

He had just wanted some pussy. I continued down the page. *Shared kinks: weapon play, domination, oral, anal, toys, BDSM of all kinds with the exception of watersports or scat play, name-calling, degrada—* "Sofia?" I snapped the folder shut and shoved it under a stack of papers so fast I knocked my coffee cup sideways. My boss was leaning out of his office, one hand on the door frame, tie slightly crooked. "Do you have a minute?"

There was something very weirdly sexy about imagining him f-king her with it, she admitted to herself, but she wasn’t going to… His smile smoldered. He was getting off on her horrified fascination. As always, for him, sex was about the mind-f-kery as much as the physical, it was about dominating and ownership. He had always delighted in taking consent away. As Cameron had once said: “No is not a word that we accept around here.” A big part of that was that Heath’s kink required that his lovers submit to what he wanted… and then he made them enjoy it. She felt a shiver of anticipation pass through her, felt the hair raise on end along her arms, and knew that her nipples had beaded in response

“You have got to see how beautiful her nipples look. I know my Hiku will appreciate them and I suspect you will too, Asim. I need to ask something, Asim. Do you have a nipple kink? I know you had been playing with the nipple clamps when we arrived yesterday morning and your eyes constantly go to Willow’s and Hiku’s nipples while we are out and even at dinner last night, you were looking at any hint of nipples on your mates. Raff’s were nearly visible in that white shirt and I saw your eyes on him often.Or do you not know if you have any kinks?” “Astute observations.” I compliment her. I don’t know if I have any kinks. I don’t have a nipple kink. I really like them but don’t need nipple play

Phil's arm squeezed her softly and he moaned in response as his morning wood slid home in her slick tightness. They were both still sound asleep but their hips began pumping toward each other insistently. By the time Phil groggily opened his eyes, he was already pumping his full length in and out and was dangerously close to orgasm. Sabrina had already reached one gasping climax but it had blended with her erotic dream and failed to wake her. She was moaning in her sleep as her father's thick cock pistoned in and out of her. When his hand slid down to her hip and he drove his full length balls-deep into her, her eyes finally shot open.

This time I wasn't bothered about the competition; all that was in my head was to get a release by all means. I wired my mind to fantasize about the game lord and also Jasper fucking me, a dual penetration. So, I flipped myself over the bed to get on all fours. I faced down with my butt arched higher in the air, balancing my knees firmly on the mattress. I wrapped one arm around my back to reach my anus while placing the other arm underneath my body so that I could touch my clitoris. I inserted one finger into my butthole and inserted the other inside my pussy hole at the same time. The intensity of both penetrations shook my entire body as an electrical shockwave passed through it. "Oh... D

Not enough. That night, I masturbated so hard, with the light off and cried when I cum . Not because it felt good. Because I finally realized how much I needed to feel wanted by someone who wouldn’t leave. The next session, I showed up in ripped jeans and a white tank top. Hair wild. No armor. He glanced at me, then back at his notes. No reaction. Good. I think. “Did you touch yourself after our last session?” he asked plainly, like he was asking about the weather.

Echo POV The word hits me like a shot of pure heroin. I swear my vision tunnels for a second. I cannot wait to get her to the club, tied to the ceiling, paddle in my hand, making her beg until her voice cracks. But right now she’s exhausted, breath evening out, body melting into me like she was built to fit there. She leans back, head resting on my shoulder, passed out cold with my cock still inside her. Cockwarming just became my new favourite kink. Who fucking knew?

Cameron told him. “Cameron’s free with his compliments tonight,” Aislen giggled. “But then he’s so high on his kink at the moment.” “Sounds like Cameron’s not the only one buzzing,” Heath commented. “Are you enjoying yourself in his head?” “It’s nice in there,” she replied unabashedly. “Once the endorphins kicked in, that is.” “You don’t need to worry,” Heath stroked the back of his knuckles down Aislen’s cheek. “There are other ways to get the endorphins to kick in other than pain. That’s just Cameron’s flavor of kink.”

He should prepare himself for when the day came. That night, just like previous nights he said goodbye to his mom. But instead of going to Hendry's Sloan went to Velvet Den, the small established kink club that he visited from time to time. Sloan needed to feel something other than his heart slowly crumbling to pieces. He needed pain. And when a Dom approached him he let the big-looking guy take him to a private room. Sloan took a step back when he softly cradled his face and leaned in for a kiss.