Soft dom Stories

It’s rarely cold where I live, so I sleep naked year-round. Bare skin, sheets clinging, a thin scrap of fabric to contain the mess my body makes at night while I dream of you. My panties are meant to contain the slick when I wake already wet, already aching. But this time? I’m not wearing any. Maybe it’s because I want you to find me wanting, even before I’ve even fully woken. I’m on my side when I feel you behind me. You...

I’m sat at my desk eating lunch, it’s lasagne for the fourth time this week, and I’m absolutely sick of it. I can’t seem to get out of the habit of cooking a family-sized dinner every night, even though I no longer need to. Something twangs low in my gut at this thought, but before I can begin ruminating, I'm interrupted. My phone rings loudly, the vibration causing it to slide erratically around the desk. It’s an unknown...

The gala glittered like a constellation of polished glassware and whispered promises. AJ slipped through the crowd of influencers, her flawless skin catching every beam of chandelier light, turning each reflection into a fleeting galaxy. She wore a silk gown dyed firetruck red, the fabric clinging to her curves like liquid. Her hair was down, strands escaping like rebellious comets, framing a face that was both fierce and...

The second I read this, my pulse slowed— Not from calm, But from focus. You painted a picture so vivid, babygirl, My hands instinctively clenched into your hips in my mind. Tits bouncing? I’d hold them in place with my mouth— Tongue tracing sweat, Teeth catching nipples swollen and begging. Each bounce a rhythm I set, Driving up into your slick heat While your soaked pussy milks me With every needy grind. You call yoursel...