Kink Novels & Stories

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.

“Yep.” “Follow me.” We step out into what looks like a cocktail reception. “Oh, and one more thing,” the man says. “Lift your hair, please.” I lift my blonde hair and feel him wrap something smooth around my neck. “All done. Everyone participating is wearing a ribbon. The color indicates what your kink is.” I look down at my pale pink ribbon. “So pink means —” “Gangbang,” he finishes for me. “Every time you fuck someone, you can get them to initial this.”

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.

Her smile vanished, replaced by a pout, looking offended at my statement. “You underestimate me,” she said. I watched her, amused. She was just too adorable... like a kitten swiping at a lion... all unaware that the lion craved the fight. “Veronica, do you even know what you’re asking?” “I know what it is,” she replied confidently, wiping salt from her fingers. “It’s a kink.” I stared, then leaned in slowly, looking predatory. “It’s more than that, baby... It's psychological. Deep.”

“I like the idea of combining pain with pleasure. That’s my kink.” “Kink?” I repeated, my brow furrowing. That’s when he finally turned to me, a slow smirk spreading across his face. “You see, a kink is a sexual desire,” he began explaining, and I almost rolled my eyes. “But not the normal kind. It’s the shit that gets you off harder because it’s taboo or because it feels—” “I know what a kink is,” I cut in. “Oh.” He paused, his grin widening. “So what’s yours?”

That he sees I'm not his little sex pet, but a completely different person. Breathing heavy I hang there, seeing nothing in my blindfold as I wait for what he is going to do now. The humiliation from an old man making me cum twice is shameful, but it is also powerfully arousing. Only now do I see what it is a kink for so many. I have a feeling that if it was some young guy doing this to me, I wouldn't have cum so many times.

The rough concrete bit into her skin, but she didn’t care. She reached up and untied his robe. The front fell open, revealing his thick, hard cock. It stood straight out, veins visible along the shaft, the head already shiny with precum. Elena wrapped her manicured hand around the base and gave one slow stroke, feeling the heat and the way he pulsed in her grip. Kai groaned quietly, his hands moving to her sleek blonde hair. He threaded his fingers through the soft strands but didn’t push. He was still trying to stay respectful, even now.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

"Even Jezebel wouldn't have cum that hard." Bea booped her nose, "Nuh uh. Fuck that religious bullshit. You have a kink. I don't know what it is yet, that came out of nowhere to me, but that's all it is. Kinks are just fun, as long as they're consensual." "Fun?!" Brie asked, incredulous. "Uh huh. Fun. Trust me, nine out of ten dentists recommend that you explore your kinks with a loving partner." Brie giggled involuntarily. "You love me, right?" Bea nodded firmly. "No judgement?" Another nod, though Bea's heart was pounding. "I like being looked at."

She knew this stranger was trying to change the subject to lighten the atmosphere and she was glad he did. “I’m Kimberly.” She had no idea what he meant by mate and didn’t want to seem weird by asking, so she remained quiet. “I better start talking then, cos I know you’ll be eager to learn something about your mom. But I must tell you, I don’t know much about her in person as she was from the white moon pack. I got to know her cos she was mated to my nephew, Hugh.” “What’s that?” “What?” “That word.. mate.” Kimberly finally asked, when she realized that Alan would be using that word more often.