Booktok Kinks Novels & Stories

I never thought we could ever have a mate, as you are no better than a pimple. I wanted to scold Dakota, but I was preoccupied with the thought of us having a mate. I couldn’t stop thinking of all the positions in which I can bend her on my bed, table, couch, and wall. A wicked smile curls on my face. Maybe having a mate is not that bad! I instantly g****e for Kama sutra. I order the book from a****n. In the past, I had many intimate relations but never was I this excited to try more. Now that I got a student, why not experiment my kinks on her!

Then, if I cum all over I have an acceptable excuse and I won’t just have to say sorry. He must realize that I am not completely relaxing, so he stops and lifts his head to say softly, “Sugar, it’s alright. Some people think it’s highly erotic to suck on toes. It’s considered a kink, and if you like it, go with the flow. I live to please you and want you to experience every pleasure I can possibly give.” His voice trails off and then he whispers, “By the end of the night, I will have penetrated every hole and you will learn to love it.”

Her half-baked plan to pretend to be a clueless, vulnerable kid to make him drop his guard around her seemed so laughable now. She didn’t need to pretend. She felt terribly awkward and vulnerable after revealing to Eton Domino, of all people, her most embarrassing kink: that she got off on being forced, used, demeaned and called derogatory words. None of her former boyfriends had known about that particular kink. Kaia had always been too ashamed to tell them, feeling like a freak for getting off on something like that. ***

The choker looked perfect on her — elegant black leather and silver, discreet enough to pass as jewelry in public, but unmistakable in its purpose to me. “Don’t worry, babe,” I said softly, my voice low and intimate. “Your internet searches are safe with me. Every late-night tab you opened when you thought no one was watching. Every video. Every fantasy you tried to bury. But I…” I reached out and gently traced the edge of the choker with my fingertip, feeling her pulse jump beneath the leather. “I never knew this was your kink. Tell me, princess — what else do you like? Masked men? Knife play? The thrill of being completely at someone’s mercy? Say it.” Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. She

As she spoke, her body leaned even closer into mine. Holding her like this felt completely different from holding Marissa. I couldn't help but let my hand around her waist slide lower, settling against her back. Ms. Johnston seemed incredibly sensitive. I could feel her body trembling nonstop. Still, with her cheeks flushed, she lightly pushed against me. As I supported her, she ended up pushing me against the doorway. We were nearly face to face, our bodies pressed tightly against each other. The figure that had stirred me earlier was now in my arms, making it impossible for me not to react.

All parties interested in the kinks mentioned here must conduct their own due diligence and not blindly follow everything written here. I highly advise readers to use their discretion before practicing BDSM, especially when it comes to consent which I’m totally big on. Again, I do not condone the stuff that happens in this book. Liberties were taken a lot here especially with the business and pharmacology angles. I take all the blame for that. The book will be more drama/erotic-based anyway. Here, you’ll find a controlling, obsessive, jealous male Dom and a bratty female sub. If that isn’t your cup of tea, please do not read this book.

Tink followed Mike out, and they navigated the labyrinth of books until they got to the back door. The sun was past the roof of the house now, meaning it was at least four in the afternoon. In the sun's light, Tink's skin took on a pretty hue beneath all the grime, and he could now see the giant, single areola that surrounded her double nipples. Dark green pubes hid her crotch from view. Seeing where his eyes were looking, Tink became suddenly bashful. She held the toolbox up, covering her crotch with it.

He slid the book across the desk toward me. “Read.” I glanced down. The title was unfamiliar. But the image on the cover made my throat dry. A woman on her knees, blindfolded, arms behind her back. Submission. Captivity. Pleasure. “I—what is this?” “A test.” I hesitated, then opened the book. I started reading. It was graphic from the start. No gentle build-up. Just hot skin, whispered commands, legs spread, lips parted, wet tongues, whimpers, begging. The words tasted strange in my mouth. Heavy. Vulgar. But I read them anyway.

“You will agree to any kink or act I choose to introduce you to. All of them will be within your limits and designed to please you. Do you agree?” Heat ripples up my body. My breath turns shaky. My nipples harden under my satin slip as the possibilities hit me like a wave. I can feel how wet my panties have become. “Yes. I agree.” I swallow hard, finally answering. A soft chuckle threads through the phone, mocking and dark. “Why did you hesitate, Mrs. Mancini? Rethinking your choice? Perhaps, getting cold feet? Afraid of discovering what you like? Afraid of your own kinks?”