Hello, naughty ones. I want to tell you about “Kevin” and how his first giantess kink confession was the catalyst for some very sexy situations.

He’s a little person—barely over three feet tall. But very few things get him harder than me standing over him in a pair of sky-high stiletto pumps or boots. The click of my heels on hardwood echoes, and with each slow stride, he moans and strokes like crazy.

He told me I remind him of “Amy,” a physical therapist he had a huge crush on. As I understand it, she was a very statuesque blonde who… let’s just say she had some very unorthodox ideas about the kind of therapy he needed. And he loves to reenact those moments with me.

I start by planting one foot between his spread legs, pinning him in place.

“Stay,” I purr, watching him paw at my calves. That’s the heart of his giantess kink confession: using size itself as a weapon of pleasure.

He moans and tries to hump my shoe, as if he were my foot slut. I straighten, towering over him again, and trace the rim of his ear with a spiked heel.

“Be a good boy, and put those hands behind your back.”

Only after he obeys do I squat over him. With every subtle shift of my hips, his lips brush the crotch of my satin panties—his favorite fabric. He inhales deeply, like he’s breathing rare air.

I tease him, slipping a finger under the edge of my sexy panties. “You want a taste?”

He nods frantically. “God, yes!”

“Earn it.”

Playing Out His Giantess Kink Confession Turns Me On

This is the part of his giantess kink confession reenactment that drives him crazy. He laps at and nibbles the wispy satin strip separating his lips from mine.

Soon, he begs for permission to put his mouth on my pussy while I rock back and forth, teasing him about being so close yet so far away. And when he’s dizzy with need, I pull my panties to the side and shamelessly use his face as my personal toy.

The denial and domination are part of his giantess kink confession. He whimpers and frantically strokes his cock while he tells me how Amy forced him to stare up at what she wouldn’t let him touch until he begged. Then she settled over his face, smothering him and ordering him to make her come at the same time.

I have to admit I get quite a rush, seeing his particularly small frame pinned under me that way. Another thing that turns me on is reaching back and wrapping a hand around his cock.

It only takes a few strokes before he coats my palm while moaning, “Amy.” His blissful, spent expression lets me know he gets off on his giantess kink confessions as much as reenacting the moments with me.

That kind of erotic role play is so sexy!

As for you, naughty ones, do you have your own giantess kink confession? Call me soon, and tell me about it.