Kink Life Novels & Stories

People with weird kinks like to hang around there and whatever happens there stays there. When we were younger, my brother was a secret sadist. He’d get off from a woman being humiliated by him or others. I wasn’t surprised when he came to me confidently that he wanted to open a kink club, and in a city like New York, it was good business. My brother takes the cigar from between my lips as he takes a drag, spurring out the smoke through his nostril as he passes it back to me. I take it, taking a sip from my glass of whiskey and slipping the cigar back in between my lips.

“This is…” “Arousing.” She completes the word for me and lurches to my side, to the place I am staring at a woman whose cunt is full display on the camera. “People have these kinks they'd love to learn or to try.” She begins and I give her my full attention. “I was able to learn that from a few of my friends who wanted to explore that types of sex shits others don’t acknowledge, I came up with the idea of…creating a website and making it available for those that want to explore those kinda kinks. Like tying a woman to a bed with ropes or handcuffs, swatting a woman’s ass cheeks, cunt, pulling her upside down to fuck her, ways to scissor, ways to make your partner bleed and shits like that…”

“Relax. It was just for the experience. I just turned twenty-one. I had enough sexual experience at that time, but I was more curious about kink and those kinds of stuff.” “How was your experience?” Smirking, I watched her reaction closely. “It was wild, refreshing, and overwhelming.” “Wow. Have you tried?” “I think you don’t wanna know.” “Actually, I do,” she replied excitedly, but deep inside, I knew she was jealous and felt insecure as if she lacked some experience. “It was just sex, darling. With toys and kink. Too wild for you to watch. Have you watched porn?” Her cheek burned. “I take that as a yes. It’s something like that. But no camera, no scripts, and definitely no cuts. They study

his shoulders lifted in a shrug, "It’s fucking hot when you try to be quiet on the verge of climax, you milk my cock so fucking hard" He was right I had noticed doing it where we could be caught or were almost caught, heightened the intensity of my release, just the thought that we could be seen with him drilling into me by someone, anyone made me weak in the knees even after. I thought it was because it was just him. Turns out it's because I had a kink.

I said slowly. I was still more than a little overwhelmed by the fact my parents and I somehow managed to end up with the same kink. When I said as much to Lizzie she just snorted. "Don't be, it's actually not uncommon. You see most of the people that I have met that are into this sort of thing, grew up with it. If you look back really hard, you'll see that you did too. It was probably subtler than most, but it was definitely there. I saw it in the short time I lived with you guys. Maybe that's why you felt so drawn to it, hon."

“We can do this when you’re ready. It’s just… I have this kink, you know...” “Kink?” I asked, confused. The word sounded familiar, but I wasn’t entirely sure what it meant. Susie had mentioned something like that once while talking about a spicy book she was reading, but I never asked for details. She is actually an avid reader. Ezekiel noticed my confusion immediately. He sat closer, taking both of my hands in his. His thumbs stroked the backs of my palms soothingly as he explained in a calm, patient voice what a kink was. He said a sexual preference or fantasy that turns someone on. When he finished, I blinked.

I leaned closer to her and whispered against her lips, “And you think a little blöod would turn me off? Do you really think that my côck covered in your blôod is something I wouldn't want?” She squinted her eyes at me, looking fûcking adorable as she asked, “What is it with you and my blóod? Is it some kind of kink you're into?” “I am into all kinds of kink that include you. You. You are my fûcking kink, little devil.” Her eyes widened and the brown in them deepened to the darkest form. And this time she was the one who leaned down and erased the remaining distance as she kissed me with a hunger that rivalled mine.

But I could bet that it was not only me; he was enjoying himself more. Just when I thought that he was done and was going to leave me, his hold on my hair tightened and he tilted my head at such an angle that now I can see my back in the mirror. My eyes widened when I saw how red my back was. It seems like I have kept my bums on a hot pan and now it has burned red. I felt even more embarrassed when I thought that I actually enjoyed it. How can I? "There is nothing to feel ashamed about," he rasped as if he read my eyes. "Everyone has their kink, which turns them on. It is just that you need to explore them and you won't get any better person to do it than me."

They left after some hourse to wash up themselves,they did their pedicure and manicure. "I look muah" Kinky said and pecked Naoh who took pictures of them. They both tie the towel round their waist, Kinky's hair was style into another shape so was Noah too. "You're so pretty" one of the workers said to Kinky. "Thanks Hun,like my pretty lady she has pretty face and sexy shape right daddy?" She asked Naoh and he nodded positively. "Your mummy is the most beautiful pretty lady"He said and Kinky blushed.

“Even cold. Heartless. Domineering. It probably makes me a huge asshole. There are a lot of words that come to mind.” She didn’t respond, but he could see the knowledge in her eyes. There was no quick denial. No attempt to make him feel better, and he liked that about her. But there was no judgment either. Just…curiosity. “Lisa and I shared a relationship in which I had complete control. I don’t want to delve into the whys and wherefores. Some things just are. It was—is—a need that I have. I don’t have some traumatic childhood that makes me the way I am. No emotional instability. It’s a kink, but more than that, it’s who I am. I can’t change that for anyone. I don’t want to change. I’m comfo