Booktok Kink Novels & Stories

-Hmmm," she moaned as Nathan thrust his tongue through her intimacy tasting every part of it. Oh, Nathan. -She brought her hands to his hair and tangled it in her fingers to make it go faster. Nathan saw what Booke had done and felt as if something inside his body was growing bigger than it already was. His pants were making a painful barrier to keep his penis from coming out, that was very hurtful and frustrating. He pulled away from Booke's intimacy, then ran his tongue over as much of her space as possible, who had her eyes half-open looking at him quite lustfully. She peeled her lips from her beloved husband's member to remove her clothes and leave her naked body in front of his eyes. Sh

THEMES: Public danger, anonymous possession and shame kink KINKS: CnC fantasy, breeding talk, public risk, clothing ripping, praise & degradation mix, light restraint and humiliation arousal --- "I haven't finished yet!!" "Fuck off you horny bitch! I can't kill myself because you." I scoff at this, "You didn't even last more than 5 minutes!!!" However my boyfriend doesn't even look at me and rolls over to his side of the bed, keeping his back to me.

I even tried tugging my arm a little, but I realized I wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. “Okayyy, kinky. I like that.” It felt like I was in a book. Just seconds away from experiencing a booktok sex scene that would wreck me. My mind went to all the crazy things he could do to me right now. And with two out of my basic senses being restricted right now, the possibilities were endless. Just thinking about it had my stomach coiling with anticipation.

(WARNING) This work contains graphic, consensual non-vanilla sex including group sex (fivesome), choking, whipping, praise kink, and light dominance/submission. If any of these themes are triggering or upsetting to you, please do not read. No exceptions so please turn back now. To my sweet, filthy and smutty readers— the one who aches to be called a good girl while four strong hands claim every inch of you… This book is yours. Let them praise you, ruin you, and worship you exactly the way you crave.

“You come when the passage ends. Not before.” He continued reading, voice growing rougher as his own control frayed. The denial was torture. My pussy clenched desperately around him, trying to pull him deeper. When he finally reached a particularly filthy paragraph describing raw, animalistic fucking, he dropped the book, gripped both my hips, and gave me exactly what the words promised, hard, fast, relentless strokes that had the ladder rattling dangerously. “Come now,” he ordered. “Come on my cock while the classics watch.”

"Professor—" "Third problem." His fingers left me abruptly, and I whined at the loss. The sound of his belt unbuckling made my stomach flip. "You’re impatient." The zipper followed, the rustle of fabric. Then, thud. Something heavy landed on the desk beside my head. A book. "The Eros Discipline." His voice was a smirk. "Ever read it?" I shook my head, my cheeks flaming. "Pity." His hand fisted in my hair, tilting my head back so I could see the cover—a woman bound in ropes, her body arched in submission. "It’s about a professor who re-educates his student. Sound familiar?"

My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures. The man I’d fantasized about bending me over these very tables and fucking me senseless until I can’t remember my name. I opened the book, and the dedication page read: For those who crave quiet darkness.” My breath hitched. I flipped to the next page and started reading. “She knelt before him in the silence of stacks, skirts pushed high, panties already soaked. “Read it out,” He ordered. “Every filthy word, while I taste how wet you’ve become for me.”

“We have a long year ahead of us, Maya. Why don’t we try to build on friendship? It will be better for appearances and for us.” “What’d you have in mind? More poker games?” An image of her sprawled in his lap flashed in his mind. Of full breasts pressed against his chest. Of squirming, soft, female flesh all over him, ready to burn up in his arms. As if on cue, he looked up and read the title of the book right beside her in full presentation. How to Give a Woman Multiple Orgasms.

I liked it. Standing again, in front of him, I felt shy and self conscious, I was standing right next to him, and he looked that good, and I probably looked like a cat dragged out of water. “First, I need to know that you understand, these kinks, these fetishes, they sometimes have to do with real life issues, like you told that woman from the station, they may be happening in real life, but they are different in the sense that, these are controlled, the entire thing is controlled.”

His body was a wall of heat and muscle, caging me in, his breath hot against my neck as his fingers—those long, calloused fingers from years of gripping motorcycle handlebars—plunged deeper inside me, curling with that expert, deliberate twist that made my knees buckle and my toes curl inside my sneakers. "God, Clara, you're so fucking wet already," he growled low in my ear, his voice a gravelly whisper that sent shivers racing down my spine. "Been thinking about this all morning? About me finger-fucking you right here, where anyone could walk by?" I bit my lip hard to stifle a moan, my hands fisting the front of his faded black tee, the fabric soft and worn from countless washes. His free h