Booktok Kinks Novels & Stories

Then they began their final rewrite. Hundreds of tendrils explored her at once. Thick ones filled her cunt and ass, stretching her beautifully while pulsing and thrusting in perfect rhythm. Smaller ones latched onto her clit, nipples, and the sensitive skin behind her knees. One slipped into her mouth, feeding her sweet nectar. Another gently entered her urethra, sending overwhelming new pleasure through her core. But the true magic came from the books themselves.

They were an audience, but a participatory one, their own arousal simmering as they observed. Abegail obeyed, turning and kneeling on the soft velvet. She arched her back, lowering her head, presenting herself. The cool air kissed her skin, making her shiver. Kael knelt behind her, one hand spreading her cheeks wide. The other, slick with fresh lube from a bottle Leo passed him, traced a thick, cold line down her cleft, circling the tight, puckered entrance of her asshole. “So small,” Kael murmured, almost reverently. His finger pressed, not entering, just applying pressure. “Gonna open you up so wide.”

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.”

And that is how locker s*x turned into angry s*x. “Ah Kyler ! Fuck !!” I spoke through gritted teeth when Kyler suddenly pinched and twisted my n*pples pleasurably hard and went King Kong with his Big Gong inside my tight chute. I did not know which was more arousing- his dirty talk or watching his thick pink sausage thrust in an out of my squelching hole in front of the locker room’s long mirror. Grrrrr. Oh shit ! I just realized that I was into and had a major kink for it, coz it did not take long before I was disobeying my furious mate and creaming all over his joystick just because of it.

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.

My chest slammed into the spines of a hundred leather-bound books. "Ugh!" I groaned, the rough texture of the books scraping my skin. He didn't use a desk this time. He stepped up behind me, his massive body pinning me against the shelf. He didn't even take off his pants; he just unzipped, his hard, heavy dick pressing against the crack of my ass. He reached around, his large hand gripping my throat—not hard enough to choke, but enough to remind me who held the power. He spat into his palm, using the meager lubricant to roughly prep me with two fingers. I was already leaking, my cock pulsing with a mix of terror and sick, addictive excitement.

I wanted to touch myself so badly, but his last message held me back. “No stroking of your cock yet, wait for my permission.” How did he know what I wanted to do? It was like he controlled me already, miles away. We talked about our kinks deeply, bondange first. He loved shibari, ropes crisscrossing my body, and my cock tied tight at the base to make me swell bigger. Then impact next, we talked about paddles, canes, and his belt cracking across my thighs. I’d mark up pretty for him, bruises blooming like badges. Then we moved to anal, talking about plugs to wear all day, training my hole for bigger toys, then his fist if I earned it.

Maybe. Josh pushes himself up from the floor. I bite my lip, aware of him walking towards the bookshelves but still too stuck in my head to do anything. "Yes!" I spin around, seeing Josh grab a book off the shelf. "Oh! And this one for sure! Mmmm maybe this one, Xavier seems like he could be the kinky type." Kinky? He comes back over to me, handing me three books. "I think these will give you a better reference." I raise a brow, hesitantly taking them from him. "These two," he taps on two of them, "are realistic and sweet. Reminds me of you two. This one," he taps the third, a devious smile growing on his face, "is what I bet Xavier is like in bed."

Kitten nodded again. Marta turned to Rob, "As you can see...," she began, as Red spread Kitten's labia. "She's as aroused as you are. There is an aerosolized herb in this and Kitten's suite. It increases arousal when breathed for prolonged periods. Kitten, show your mentor your pretty tail." Kitten turned and bent forward showing her butt plug with the attached tail. She wiggled her ass to demonstrate it.

If it’s only her hands he’s allowed to bind tonight, he’ll make it count. Every one of us has a kink that carves into us deeper than the others. Mason’s is rope. Theo’s is pain, both giving and receiving. Mine? Mine is a little harder to name, but it’s physical, like theirs. I need to see marks. I need to watch her body react when she can’t see, when she can’t hear, when all she can do is feel. I need her blindfolded, ear plugs in, tied down, every sense gone but touch, and then I make her feel everything.