Favorite Kinky Romances Novels & Stories

The fact I was about to live out my long yearned fantasy… or the fact that it was with strangers that didn’t bother with names. I was naked. A sharp breath sliced the air…from who? I wasn’t sure “You’re so sexy,”Mr Cinnamon whispered in my ear. He smelt like cinnamon,hence the name. Cinnamon, green eyes, brown hair…strangers yet I had a feeling I would never forget these strangers for the rest of my life. Every doubt I might have harbored vanished the second I felt cinnamon’s fingers graze my folds. “And you’re so wet..” his breath was heavier

He had dated a few extraordinary women before and after his wife and some of them were his submissive as well but he never felt this strong desire for any of them. The last submissive he had was approximately six months ago, but he had to get rid of her since she caught feelings for some other man and the last thing he wanted was to ruin a romantic relationship. It was not like he did not believe in love, but he knew that with his dark fantasies, he would never find someone to love him. So, he had settled with half-hearted temporary relationships and secret kinky exhortations with a woman he found for himself. “I… I can’t…” Anna shook her head and her voice was barely a breathy whisper.

you'll be grossly disappointed, I can tell you that for a start! ‘No way!’ ‘Don't be so sure. My fantasies are oldfashioned, Jake. And boringly conventional.’ She shrugged dismissively. ‘I like romance: soft lights, lingerie, sipping champagne. A man who’s gentle and gentlemanly; who'd treat me like a lady ... A man who'd treat me as if this didn’t existl’ She touched her leg, the one that was stretched out awkwardly, and not as straight and relaxed as the other.

The rest of the class goes by in a blur, and I do my best to focus, but I’m way off my game. My mind is teeming, my body strangely energized, and I make a vow right then and there that I need to stop reading so many damn romance novels. I read one or two a day, fully immersed in the escapism it brings me, and I think they’re getting to my fucking head. I’ve always been a hopeless romantic, but it wasn’t until I hit my senior year in high school I discovered romance. I’ve been a complete addict ever since. But this obsession has not served me well, especially since my particular tastes these days are always the kinky variety involving handcuffs and safewords and dominants.

He rolled her nipples between his knuckles, grinding them like cigarettes under his boot, the pressure unrelenting until tears pricked her eyes. Hours seemed to pass in this torment, though it was mere minutes stretched by sensation. Francis lost himself in the texture, the taste, the way her tits yielded to his every whim. He pulled her forward by the nipples, using them as handles to drag her closer, her back scraping the glass, before shoving her back and diving in again. The kinky edge sharpened when he spat on them, watching his saliva drip down the curves, then smeared it with rough palms, making them slick for easier slaps that rang out like whips.

Just the sound of belts unbuckling, zippers dropping, fabric hitting the floor. Steve rose, mouth glistening, and kissed me, letting me taste myself on his tongue while he stroked his cock slowly, thick and already leaking. Emmanuel turned me so my back was to the leather couch, then sat and pulled me down onto his lap in one smooth motion. His cock long, heavy, veined nudged at my entrance but didn’t push in yet. Instead he spread me open with both hands, displaying me to the other two. “Look at this perfect cunt,” he said, almost reverent. “Dripping for her kings.”

“Both of you. This pussy is mine to use tonight and you cum when I decide you’ve earned it.” He leaned down and crushed his mouth to Julian’s in a filthy, dominating kiss. I watched, mesmerized, as Zach’s tongue pushed into Julian’s mouth, claiming him completely while their hips kept rolling into me. Julian moaned into the kiss, the sound vibrating through his chest and straight into my body. His cock twitched hard inside me, right against Zach’s.

she says, she might dislike me but she can't say my plan is foiled, Don Romano crafted a simple plan and I upgraded it. Alessandra The younger wives are discussing a new movie in the group, as well as their kinks, it led me to look into it before I saw the movie with them and honestly, I hadn't thought much about kinks, and after researching a little. I've found myself to have a praise kink, I thought I loved it because it was Enzo talking to me but a quick internet search has opened my eyes and mind to a world I didn't know existed. I'm on the bed, biting my nails as I read on and on about breath play, and when Enzo appears from his walk-in closet, I pause, gripping my phone tighter as I wa

The fantasy made me so wet I was almost certain I would leave a mark on the chair. After dinner Jack suggested drinks on the back patio. I excused myself to the kitchen under the pretense of getting water. The moment I was alone I pressed my back against the counter and slipped one hand under my dress. I was soaked. My fingers slid easily through the wetness. I rubbed my clit in tight circles and bit my lip hard to stay quiet, imagining it was Richard’s hand instead of mine. Imagining him behind me, chest pressed to my back, two fingers pumping into me while he told me what a filthy girl I was for getting this wet over him. I pulled my hand away before I could come. Not yet. Not while he was

At first, Colt kissed her with passion and promise, then he gentled the kiss into something wholly different. Sweetness. Tenderness. India sighed in his mouth. His smile broke their lips free. “So in any of these romantic comedies, do they end up doin’ it on the swing?” “Umm. No.” “Pity. That, I’d pay to see.” “Maybe we oughta jot that down on our kinky sex fantasy list to try, once we actually start having sex.” “You have a…list of that kinda stuff?” “Uh-huh. Don’t you?”