Trigger Warning:
The contents in this story are not suitable for a young audience.
This story covers my raunchy perspective on fears that are common in the kink community.
My own writing is extremely graphic in nature, which means that if you like a more tame and predictable erotic scene- this will not be the series for you.
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Kinks Anonymous.
The air in the room was stiff.
There was a group of people sitting in a circle uncomfortably. They sat in silence after finding their seats, allowing the atmosphere to dampen.
"Heh, I guess this isn't your normal munch."
A thin man with large glasses that covered his face started with a nervous chuckle.
Someone scoffed incredulously.
All eyes turned to the long haired blonde who was sitting with crossed arms and one leg kicked over the other.
Her heeled foot swung in the air, silently grabbing the attention of those who would have killed to lick the pads of her feet and suck on her toes hungrily.
"I don't even know why I'm here," she sneered.
Her lips curled in distaste when the guy from earlier gave her a small wave.
"Great, we have a princess joining us today."
Everyone looked at the tiny brunette who muttered sarcastically.
Her legs were crossed on the chair, making the people sitting across from her anxious. She wore a schoolgirl outfit, making it hard for the men in the room to choose between her and the sexy blonde.
"Excuse me?" the blonde squinted her eyes, not before giving the brunette a passing glare.
She took note of the way that the brown hair swept against her shoulders. The white shirt pushed her tits up perfectly and with one wrong move the pleated skirt that the brunette was wearing would expose her thong.
Thigh high socks as well. The blonde sat back silently, waiting for an answer but another person interrupted them both.
"Why don't we just begin the meeting?"
A man in a suit.
He ran his hand through his perfectly shaped hair, then he proceeded to glance at his watch with a frown.
"I have things to do after this, why don't we be constructive with our time?"
Most people in the circle nodded their heads in agreement.
"Let's get started then," a woman spoke softly.
The circle watched as she pulled a book from under her seat, flipping to a marked page, and then carefully tucking her kinky hair behind her ears.
Her skin was a noticeable contrast against the blush pink nail polish she wore as she used a taut finger to push her glasses further up her nose.
"Today I'll be starting the discussion for this meeting as I usually do."
She smiled at everyone, making her plump lips more noticeable to anyone who knew what beauty was.
"I'm actually a psychologist outside of this, so I will try to be as constructive as possible without prying. Thank you for sharing your stories and allowing yourselves to seek help from others."
"Welcome to Kinks Anonymous. The process is the same as always: introduce yourself, name your kink, share the story of why you're here and we will try our best to attack the problem without attacking you personally."
"Sounds fair," the thin man commented as he slouched against his chair completely.
"So... who's going first?"
Another man leaned back into his chair with an indifferent look on his face.
His eyes were cool and had already gotten familiar with everyone in the room, although nobody had noticed his presence until he blew an impatient breath into the air.
"I think the princess should go first," the brunette commented smugly.
Hi, Daddy.
The blonde sat up in her chair- finding a way to sit up straighter than she already had been, keeping her arms and legs crossed.
Defensive.
"You don't have to go if you don't want to," the group leader reminded her.
"I don't mind."
There were some who weren't paying attention to the tension that lingered between the two women. Some were simply distracted in tracing her milky skin.
The blonde flicked her hair away from her shoulders, remaining cool. She sucked in an unnoticeable breath, then spoke.
"Hello, my name is Heather."
Suddenly, the world started to feel much smaller than it usually did.
This simply wasn't the time to feel embarrassed about who I am, or the things I have done, or-
"Hello, Heather..."
Fuck!
A frown covered my lips as I realized the pace in my pulse was speeding up.
Was I really this nervous?
There were some eyes watching me intently, some that gleamed lustily, and others that could care less.
The brunette looked at me in interest, and I glanced into her eyes haughtily.
"I have a daddy kink, it's pretty common and no big deal."
My teeth clamped onto my lip.
"Or, at first it wasn't a big deal."
Tears threatened to well up as my memory circled back to the day I knew something was wrong...
"Hey! I'm really glad you decided to go on this second date with me."
My eyes lit up at the man who approached me with a kiss on each cheek. He drew out my chair and watched as I sat down confidently.
It was important to be self-assured around men of this age and caliber.
Goosebumps covered my skin when I felt a large hand sweep my hair onto one side of my shoulder and kissed gently at the exposed skin.
It was a habit of his that made me feel like the prettiest woman around. I leaned into his body with eager.
"Everything about you is so valuable," he whispered to himself.
"Thank you, Dean."
I could feel my cheeks heat up almost immediately. My nose was filled with the husky scent of his cologne and the feeling of his lips still lingering on the sensitive part of my skin.
My eyes followed his movements as he placed himself in the chair across from me. I admired how he moved so freely for a man his size.
"This is such a wonderful idea for a second date! What made you think of this?"
Out of instinct I toyed with the ends of my hair that was draped over my shoulder, ignoring the fact that I now felt cold without his warm body behind me.
"Well, I figured a gorgeous woman like yourself surely had been taken on many unforgettable dates."
He reached over and pulled my hand in his.
"I wanted to make sure you wouldn't forget me," he admitted sheepishly with a dazzling smile.
That would be impossible, I thought to myself.
My eyes took in the scene that surrounded us. We were on the very top of a famous restaurant, overlooking the city below us.
It was a clear night sky, the stars twinkled shamelessly and asked for the attention of anyone that dared to not look up in admiration.
There was soft music that was heard in the background, it melted perfectly with the warm wind that blew lovingly. I don't believe I've ever seen anything like this before.
"Heather? Did you hear me?" His voice called to me.
My head snapped to the man who was now gleaming with amusement. Embarrassed, I asked him to repeat what he was telling me earlier.
"I'm sorry, I just got distracted by the view."
"It's okay," he grinned, "I was just letting you know that I ordered the food beforehand."
Shock was written all over my face.
"I hope you don't mind, I remembered you mentioning your favorite foods and thought it would be a great surprise."
The smile that rested on my face only got wider, I shook my head slowly.
"No, I don't mind at all."
The night carried on with ease.
Our conversations were a brisk dance for dominance of passing time, our skin sometimes briefly touched yet it burned me, and glancing at him over my glass ached me.
Sexual tension has risen to a point of no return. There was a fire in my belly that could only be extinguished by the man that was gazing at me hungrily.
From the moment my pussy started aching, I had to make a decision whether or not I would allow myself to give it up on the second date.
What was the stigma against sex while courting anyways?
I want this man to ruin my life.
Licking my lips in need, I carefully ran my foot up his leg and slowly pushed my heel between his thighs.
"If you keep this up, I'm not going to be able to contain myself."
He grunted as I pushed more against his hardened cock.
"Are you sure you want to contain yourself?" I whispered seductively.
His eyes narrowed in thought.
"Do you want to come back to my place?" he asked after some thinking, but I could see that he was still trying to reason with himself.
"You look unsure, Dean."
I leaned back, trying to decide whether I was turned off by his lack of assertion or comforted in the fact that he wanted to take his time.
"No, I'm damn sure that I want you."
He looked at me heatedly.
"I'm just unsure whether or not I'll be able to let you go once you're in my bed."
Suddenly, he pulled out of his seat after leaving a tip on the table.
I warmed up again as he stepped behind me.
Once again his hand found its way on my body, this time trailing from my neck that he had gripped softly to my puckering nipples that he twisted.
My head leaned back against him, settling into the pain and pleasure that evaded my senses as he toyed with my breasts.
"How does that feel?"
Moans spilled out of my mouth, not being able to respond with words. Both my thighs squeezed together trying to trap the wetness that threatened to push past my aching lips.
As if he'd known what I was thinking, the fabric of my dress was moved.
"Open your legs for me," he demanded.
I sucked on my lip desperately, listening to his command.
How could you deny a man like this? You simply can't.
