Secret kink Stories

The week before Christmas, Mike discovered a butt plug in his sock drawer. It hadn’t been there before, as far as he knew, and if it hadn’t been for the thump it made when he’d opened the drawer looking for a pair of cotton crews he likely wouldn’t have noticed it at all. He held it between his fingers and stared dumbly in the bedroom’s early morning light. He had no idea how it had ended up among his clothes, but he had...

I cycle to the café like I always do on Thursdays with the usual vague hope that I’ll get one of the big tables by a socket point before the laptop crowd takes them all. I’ve felt sluggish all morning and the ride wakes me up a little, pulling my mind into my body. By the time I arrive I’m flushed and a bit too warm, legs humming and skin prickling with the remnants of effort. I don’t think of it as going there for him, n...

After seeing her sister’s apartment, Rachel decided that she owed her boyfriend an apology. Much as Bertie’s hyper-punctual housecleaning schedule could irritate her, it had never occurred to her that his efforts could be keeping something like that from happening. “So,” Leanne mumbled, “where do you want to start?” Even for a studio the apartment was small, and it was clear that their parents had set Leanne up with a mis...

Sherry Crane fidgeted in her pamp as she watched her husband of thirty years pack the diaper bag for their trip. “I don’t need that many pamps!” she pouted. Ananda glanced up at her over his glasses. “I’d rather have them than not. Drink your bottle.” “Humpf.” Sucking on the nipple of her bottle, she bit and pulled on the nipple, giving soft growls of frustration. Ananda looked up again. “Hey! Hey, be nice to the bottle....