Novel & Cerita Booktok Kinks

But for the life of him, he doesn’t know how to not do precisely this. As he considers that idea, Kent scolds himself, because – obviously – he knows how to not do this. He’s had sex with women in much simpler ways – normal sex, good sex, in a bed without ropes and chains. Not every woman he’s ever brought home has been locked up in this room, restrained for him. He doesn’t need the kink to have sex – sometimes it’s just an extra, a bonus that allows him to explore his obsession with control.

his encouragement had my body jerking in his arms and causing a not so soft moan to slip past my lips. He broke off contact for a few seconds. “Someone has a praise kink.” I opened my mouth to deny it and as if already knowing that, he set out to prove me wrong. “That’s it baby girl, you’re doing so good, stroking me so well…one day, you’re going to take me so good in your tight little pussy.” And that does it, I let out a little scream as my body jerk, dragging out his own orgasm along with mine.

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.”

Even if this book only sold one copy, she was making sure every bookstore from Vancouver to Halifax was given a life-sized cutout of Cruz Hawley in BDSM gear. “I think I want my own contract.” “Bring it to lunch on Tuesday. I’ll sign it. We made a deal. Three dates.” “Four. Don’t fuck with me.” “I know, I know. It’s written in a text. I’ll do the four dates.” “Have you really been to a BDSM parlor?” “Yes. There is one which is exclusive on Granville. I’ve been a couple of times.” “What’s your kink?” “Watching,” she made it up.

After all, that was officially my last day in the school premises. Karen pushed me to the wall, her mouth still fixed on my n**ple. She took her mouth up to my neck in a kiss; the thrills I felt were unexplainable. Then she kissed my lips, squeezing my butt so hard that my cravings for her intensified. Her lips were softer than warm bread, and their taste was sweeter than honey. As if Karen realised how bad I needed her fingers, she lifted my gown and slipped her hands into my wet p**sy. It was so wet that two of her fingers effortlessly glided in.

My mind drifted immediately back to Blake's face in the steam. I closed the book again. I take the phone and scroll the website to order some items. A smirk appeared on my face after looking into those. I add to cart: 4 long ropes to restrain, a cock ring with vibrator, a cock vibrator, and a male stroker. Tonight. Ten thirty. Baby Silver, I thought, looking at the quiet library ceiling with its old stone and its indifferent quiet. You will understand everything tonight.

I wanted to run my tongue along his cock, tracing his satin-covered erection, and make him groan with abandon. That was my kink. My own secret. I went crazy and uncontrollably dirty for men like Kelvin. Kelvin carefully backed out from behind the set, standing up with a lopsided grin. His dark blond hair was mussed, and he looked sexier than ever to me. I couldn’t hold myself back.

But relaxation wasn't what I had in mind. I stood up and walked over to the bookshelf, running my fingers along the spines of the books until I found what I was looking for. The worn leather-bound volume felt heavy in my hands as I carried it over to the coffee table and opened it to the marked page. The intricate illustrations of whips, chains, and other BDSM paraphernalia made my pulse quicken with anticipation.

Maybe I could've milked it, but the shock of satisfaction and sheer, bone-tingling arousal that zapped through me was enough to have me up on my knees, fumbling for the lube. “Yeah, just a second, let me get ready,” I gasped, and was immediately dragged down into a bruising kiss, his clawed hands around my ribs — with the claws kept away from my skin, except for the lightest prickling pressure. I kissed him back, tongues dancing, those little points of danger along my sides only driving me higher. Pain wasn't my kink, and if he'd dug them in I'd have screamed and kicked and probably taken him apart with magic. But his restraint, the careful way he was making sure not to hurt me even while he

"Or the librarian hears your teacher's pet moans." He spins me around, bending me over a low cart stacked with returns. My skirt flips up, exposing my bare ass and pussy. I hear him grab a book from the shelf—a thick one with a hard spine. He runs the edge along my inner thigh, teasing up to my clit. The cool, ridged surface presses against my swollen nub, and I moan into the gag, muffled and desperate. He rubs it slow, circling my clit, building heat without letting me tip over. "Feel that, pet? Stolen just for you."