Kink Meme Novels & Stories

"You are absolutely disgusting." "No. Just horny," he corrected cheerfully. "Bondage does things to me, and frankly, I have a massive kidnapping kink." "Oh dear god," I shrieked, backing away in horror. "Fine." Kevin stepped forward, his hands already gripping the hem of his shirt. He pulled it over his head and tossed it onto the floor. "If it’s an orgasm you want, I’ll give it to you." I whirled on him, my eyes wide. "What the hell, Kevin? Are you gay?!"

“I mean…what we do now is fine.” I curled my hands around my desk and leaned forward. “Yes, it’s fine, and vanilla has its place, but you and I both know that it’s not enough. Not for you and not for me.” “I…” she shook her head and into her lip. “What is it?” “It’s just…I’m weird right? For liking those things. It makes me...” She didn’t have the words, but I understood her feelings about it. Everyone questions it. “There’s nothing wrong with kink. You shouldn’t feel shame for having those desires.”

We both burst into laughter, holding hands while climbing the short stairs of the mall entrance. "We would need a lot of sexy lingerie; I don't want us to go there and start looking like our problems." I chuckled at her remark, walking beside her into a female underwear shop. "Woah, this piece speaks hot!" Tessa pointed at a particular mannequin, wearing a mid-drip fishnet, a leopard G-string, and boob tape covering the nipples.

One of the men hugged taking advantage of her and brought her up to the ship and when he saw everyone’s disgusted expression, he followed their line of sight and saw the yellow stains on her dress. The guy’s expression was priceless as he pushed her off like a plaque and distanced himself, constantly wiping his hands on his suit and looking down on his suit to see if there were any remnants on him. Neil took his phone back when the video finished playing and swiped the screen to bring up the next few visuals “These are the most popular memes now.” The screen had a picture of Amanda with the lower part of her body with the yellow stains and a caption ‘shark repellent- only while stocks last.’

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."

Sarah_Writes: (My friend's verified account) "Cassandra Monroe just delivered the most articulate, devastating takedown of Hollywood stereotypes I have ever read. Required reading for anyone who thinks they understand power dynamics." Elena_M: "I’ve been too ashamed to tell my husband that I want to explore my submissive side. I’m sending him this article right now. You gave me the words I couldn't find." Tears spilled over my eyelashes, hot and fast. The screen was a blur of vindication, empathy, and paradigm-shifting realization. We weren't just defending our sanctuary anymore. We were actively, fundamentally changing the cultural narrative. We were destigmatizing kink on a global scale.

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.”

Knuckles then went and sat behind Nessie on the couch. “I am so dead.” Ink said as his wife approached. “Pet, I promise, Camden is safe.” “Lucky for Nessie, neither of your sons like bottles.” Evie said taking a lollipop from her husband. “Just like their fathers, they are definitely boob men.” Tank and Ink both grinned as they eyed her unusually large breasts. She rolled her eyes and looked over at the closest woman to her. Karan looked up guiltily. “Sorry, I’m bi, I’m also on Team Tits.” Karan admitted with a shrug. “I’m having some serious Milk and Cookie thoughts right now.”

"Y'all like... fuck each other?" "Dude... no," John said, scrunching up his face. "Dex and I both fuck her, not each other." The guys laughed, but it was clear that weren't sure what the situation was. "Yeah, yeah, it's a complicated situation," John said, chuckling. "Basically... I'm hung like a toddler, but Dex has enough dick for three dudes. I had to learn a long time ago to turn anyone making fun of me into a kink, cuz... what the fuck you gonna do about having a small pecker, right? So, Donna gets to say mean shit to me like..." he said, turning to look over and gesturing at her.

Me: “…what?” She giggled. Nessa: “It’s time for the second set of questions, nerd. We need to know these things. So—what’s your kink?” I swallowed. Me: “I… I don’t have any. Next question.” Nessa: “Bullshit. Everyone has a kink. Especially the ones with innocent faces like yours. So spill it.” I bit my lip. Yes, I had one. Was I saying it out loud? Hell no. Not to her.