Booktok Kinks Novels & Stories

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.

Claimed by him. Inspired, Ava put the book aside and rummaged around some more in the box. At the very bottom her fingers brushed by something firm and long just what she was looking for. She pulled out her hidden toy, a rabbit vibrator, squeezing the firm yet yielding gel shaft into her palm and stroking the clit stimulator in slow deliberate circles.

Before long I was deep throating him, I could feel the piercings rubbing on the roof of my mouth and tongue, and I could only imagine what it would feel like inside of me. ‎When he began to moan out loud, the good girl in me felt immense satisfaction. I have a praise kink, so I always did anything to get my partner to praise me and call me a good girl. ‎ ‎I always want to be daddy's good girl. ‎ ‎My hands did not stay still either; I took the time to stroke the taut muscles in his legs and squeeze his tight ass that I have stared at for so long, until now... Then I reached up to fondle his balls, touching lightly and working on them with my fingers as my mouth worked on his pierced c**k.

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.”

His big hand wrapped firmly around my throat, squeezing just enough to make my head spin with ecstasy. “What’s my name, bitch?” he demanded, his voice a low, feral rumble that sent shivers down my spine. “Alpha Kane!” I cried out, earning a satisfied nod from him. “Now fuck this bitch like you mean it!” Kane snapped with a loud growl; he pounded into me with relentless, savage, animalistic thrusts. He went deep and hard. Every brutal stroke nailed my prostate, sending white-hot pleasure shooting up my whole body. My cock slapped wetly against my abs, leaking steadily as he used me.

Even as I said the words, I knew that this guess wasn’t right because he had used his mouth to pleasure me into oblivion after our snack, not his penis. Kim leaned in as if telling me a secret. “I don’t know, but all I have to say is wow! I mean…wow!” She shook her head before continuing. “I’ve seen my fair share of dongs, but even on ice, Devon’s was really impressive.” I smiled at her, knowing what she meant. I had only seen my ex-husband, Richard, naked prior to meeting the Booker twins, so I didn’t have a huge frame of reference when it came to dicks, but I had still been fairly certain that the Booker twins were well above average in size.

“Then I’ll just make you cry for it.” He lets go and moves away from the desk. For a second I think he’s teasing, but then I hear the drawer open. I lift my head. “Wait… what are you doing?” He turns back with a glint in his eye. Holding restraints. Silk. Soft. Red. My whole body floods with heat. “Holy shit. You are into kinks,” I whisper, stunned. He smirks and walks back to me slowly. “I’ve got toys that’ll make you scream,” he murmurs, brushing the silk against my inner thigh. “But you’re different.”

"You are absolutely disgusting." "No. Just horny," he corrected cheerfully. "Bondage does things to me, and frankly, I have a massive kidnapping kink." "Oh dear god," I shrieked, backing away in horror. "Fine." Kevin stepped forward, his hands already gripping the hem of his shirt. He pulled it over his head and tossed it onto the floor. "If it’s an orgasm you want, I’ll give it to you." I whirled on him, my eyes wide. "What the hell, Kevin? Are you gay?!"

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

he declared with pride, as though he had won a game beyond anyone's capability. Does it even matter? He's not someone who should matter to me, especially a guy who touches me inappropriately. I hate to admit it, but this turns me on. When did I start having these kinds of kinks? It's beyond my understanding, honestly. "Ahmmm," I moaned, struggling not to push myself further onto his thumb, which was coated in my arousal. The keyword here is "trying." "Tell me what you need, I might help?" he asked with a malicious expression.