Kink Meme Novels & Stories

“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…”

She waves her hand up and down my body with a distasteful look. I grind my teeth, "I'm not a hooker." I spit out acidly, quickly losing my patience. "I'm his cousin." Her eyes widen as if a light bulb in her head has suddenly turned on, "Oh, it's a kink!" She shrieks as if we've suddenly become the best of friends, "So, tell me he has a big cock without telling me, he has a big cock!" She leans in close, "Is it armoured or sleeveless?"

"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.

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.

she added. “Yes, until you get pregnant.” “Okay, I agree with you,” she answered without missing a beat. I smiled and shook my head, “No, Kiara. I have different kinks.” Her face went scarlet red, and I wondered where else she was red. Hold it right there, Eiffel. “Kinks?” she asked. “Can I ask what they are?” Better yet, I could show you. I clenched my jaw at the images flashing in my mind and controlled myself.

I look back at the profile, there's no pricing list anywhere, just a row of golden dollar signs, six to be exact. What the hell does that even mean? Is it a tier? A ranking? A warning? “Next one,” Mark says, already leaning in. I suppress the sigh building in my chest and nod instead. I click out of the profile and scroll until another catches my eye. The man is maybe thirty, give or take. His profile picture is sharp and polished, him in a clean-cut navy suit, tie perfect, hair styled like he just stepped out of a boardroom. It looks more like a professional networking photo than a kink app profile.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? To have many males and even some females use you for sex?” I glared at her, mustering what saliva I had, and spit on her. This woman needed mental help. I may get kinky with Malcolm, but that doesn’t mean I have some gang bang or rape kink. I’m not into that shit. “Fuck you, bitch.” I declared, headbutting her. “You’re the only person I see that looks like she’d enjoy getting a train run on her.”

I was about to say something when Marina chimed in again. "This pink bitch knows fucking Kun-fu!!". We both looked at each other and laughed. "Ok Marina, what the fuck is it" I said. I call it "Pink Bitch" she said with a hot grin." It's a vibrator with remote control". " What?" I said giggling.

“Nope, dead serious” “Come on, it’s just a short, you gonna make me beg for it?” “Yes. Yes I am” “Sasha” He closes his eyes, like he’s memorizing something. “Say my name again” “Jeez, you're even worse than me” “Debatable. You’ve got five seconds to decide “Come on” “Five” “Wait” “Four” “Slow down would you?” “Three” “ Is that some sort of a kink? Always wanting people to beg for things ”

Every man had his kink. This just happened to be mine. A little secret. A little indulgence. Something just for me. I flipped through the messages, skimming over the comments, the praise, the requests. Some of them were standard—compliments, heart emojis, the usual fuck, you’re hot as hell messages. Others? A little more interesting. I smirked, already considering what I would post next, already picturing the reactions, the rush of notifications.