Kink Life Novels & Stories

He could make me his bitch for all I cared. Being pressed against him, outside my apartment, in the line of sight of everyone who cared to notice turned me the fuck on. I wish he'd throw me into the back seat of his car. Gag me. My hands tied to the back, and my ankles bonded ready to be kept in his cage. Wherever it was. Then he’d take me anytime he felt horny. Would he do that for me? Do I sound sick for wanting this? ‘I think you've been watching lots of these sick movies. No one actually does that in real life,’ Neil had always said anytime I brought up my kind of kink in the middle of intimacy.

He'd just wanted to discuss the whole Dominant thing first. Jackie chewed her lip thoughtfully. Who knew he was into kinky sex? Do you suppose he likes to tie his women up? She pictured herself tied to a bed, completely at his mercy. That didn't seem half bad. Her nether region agreed, if the tingling was any indication. She could get on board with some kink. It had been so long since she's had anything except her own hand to give her pleasure. She'd considered ordering some kind of toy, but she had no idea of where to even start.

He said thinking about it. "Many people have different kinds of kinks. It depends on person to person." He told. "Just like you have praising kink." He said and saw her looking at him with confusion. "You love it when I praise you, don't you?" She nodded her head at his question. "It's called praising kink. There are many types of kinks which people have." He told her. "Do you have any kink?" She asked him curiously. "I do" He revealed.

"Tyler. I want you to answer with a truth. What's your nastiest kink?" He smirked, downing the rest of his drink. "Nothing gets me going like pounding a tight asshole. Fucking that rosebud till it gapes." Heat pooled between my legs, panties slapping on my clit making me shift uneasily. These young men would be the death of me. Zane asked Brock. "What's your kink, Brock?" "Piss play. A pretty girl squatting over my face and just letting go." Shit! At this point I was soaked, my panties were stuck like tissue paper on my folds.

"Are you alright?" "I am not a pervert, yes, I am not a pervert, I just want to get married to her, fine, I know part of my reason for wanting to tie the knot with her, is for me to get full access to her body but that doesn't make me a pervert."

~Roxie I looked in the mirror and finally loved what I saw. I’m a plus-sized Latina in my late 20s, and for a long time, I hated every curve. Growing up, the bullying was constant. People made me feel like I was invisible or too much for anyone to ever want. I felt worthless until I turned 18. That’s when I found a corner of the internet filled with men who had a shame kink. They didn't just want a woman—they wanted a Goddess who would look down on them.

“You don’t have to earn someone’s care with suffering.” “Oh my God, no.” This was turning into the conversational equivalent of the way they’d just had sex: a hideous combination of mutual goodwill and incomprehension. “The kink is there because she thinks it’s hot. And the rest is because…it’s a never-ending movie that’s all about her. It’s got exotic locations, a supporting cast, lashings of sex and violence, and a love interest who’s part villain, part hero, wholly infatuated. I knows this is going to make no sense to him, but for someone like me? It’s fun not to feel ordinary sometimes.” Cole had said too much. She had said way too much.

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.

She shook her head, pulling away from me. "You're wrong." I waved my hands dismissively in the air. "C'mon, babygirl, don't be naïve; we're sexual beings. We only care for someone when sexual desires are fulfilled. Or have you seen a relationship succeed without sexual gratification?" I mouthed, going over to a particular wine curtain that demarcated my main secret room from my BDSM studio section. I swiped it to the side, revealing what was embedded in it to Nelly's full view.

Brandon pointed out. "So you're saying Braze has a height kink?" Win said in surprise. "We're guys." "So?" Brandon shrugged. "Kinks can be gender neutral. You like Braze and myself on our knees when we suck you. You fucked girls anally. Why can't Braze have the kinks you had with girls just because you're a guy?" "Because we're guys," Win said again. "We don't do fragile, weak, petite, and all that stuff."