Kink Quiz Novels & Stories

That hit hard. "Okay... You won that round. Second, truth or dare?" I sent. "Truth. But you better make it hurt." "What's your biggest kink? "Mental control. Getting someone to cum with just my voice. Just words. No hands. No touching. I love being inside their head. Watching them squirm. Making them beg just by telling them what to feel, exactly what I'm doing with you." My lips parted. My nipples were stiff beneath my shirt already.

He says before turning and walking back to his table, but just as he’s about to take his chair, he holds up his finger, “I’m so sorry, your Honor, but I do have one more question for Miss Baxter. He turns back to me, “Miss Baxter, with your hidden love of the kink lifestyle, do you make it a habit of videoing yourself and your partner having said intimacies? Was this just payback for one of the Defendants, or maybe all of them, finding out about your videos?” I pale, “What videos are you talking about?” “Are you saying that you and Mr. Palmer do not record yourselves in your private moments?” “Absolutely not!” I am totally shocked that he would even ask me this question. “Oh okay, so the thr

Which only makes more sense because the more satisfying sex was, the more likely I was going to engage in them. "What do you desire your sexual partners to do to fulfil your wishes in bed?" I was pretty sure his voice just went an octave deeper. "Because I believe you have a unique sexual taste." I promised myself I would not act up today, but his voice made me squirm in my seat, and heat built up between my legs. I suddenly felt hot. "Are you talking about kinks? Because I do not know which one I am into." Clint leaned back in his chair and cuffed his sleeves to his forearms, revealing his bulgy hand veins. My nails tightened around his leather chair. Damn me to hell.

Was she ready for me to use and abuse all of her pretty holes? "Trust our mate." "Yes," she whispered, her pupils dilating. I placed my hand on her neck, my thumb caressing her cheek and watched as she smiled up at me. "I want to let you know what you should expect, Zina. I'm not, mostly, into vanilla sex. I've got a kink, a passion if you will and I'd like to share it with you," I admitted slowly. She audibly swallowed before taking in a deep breath, "What kind of kink," her little voice asked, her eyes wide and innocent looking.

I didn't know how that was possible, but then I couldn't understand some things as well. "Do you find this funny?" I asked Emily. "I mean killing people or watching them die. Is that a kink of yours?" "One of my kinks," Emily grinned. She splayed her hand on my thigh and began to caress me slowly, then she stared at me in the eyes, her eyes twinkling with all the wickedness I could ever think of. "I have so many interesting kinks, Julian. You only need to ask, and they shall be shown to you." She added.

Now, Alex Quinn was pacing in his study, anxiously clutching a thin piece of paper. "Spanking? Bondage? Gag? Sexy lingerie? Outdoor exposure?" He was not entirely clueless, but seeing this long list of related terms still startled him. And when he considered what Luna Cruz might do with him, he felt his breathing becoming somewhat constricted. Ten minutes later, Alex Quinn sent the filled-out questionnaire back. "Wow, it seems our fetishes are quite similar," Dew commented. Alex Quinn's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but let his imagination run wild. However, he quickly forced himself to calm down. He thought perhaps she used similar phrases with every client.

"Oh come on, you can tell us." "Seriously, we are all open books here. You should be too." "I don't like it. Please stop." I try to put some strength into my voice, but it doesn't work. They either don't care or they can't hear me, but they keep going. "You have to have something. All women do. Something they like, something they crave." "Yeah, what is it? What's your kink?" "Please, stop." "Come on, tell us." "Please."

My fingers are already trembling. The application opens. It’s short, but not casual. No fluff. No bullshit. Just questions that expect honesty. It wants to know what you like, what you don’t, what you want done to you and how badly you want it. The whole thing feels like it’s watching me back. Clinical. Hungry. Waiting. Name: Optional. No real names. Experience Level: Choose one—Curious, Trained, Devoted. Hard Limits: List. Kink Checklist: Required. Select all that apply.

“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?”

I’m sitting in a dark room, naked on a bed; not a sliver of light can be seen. This is what I agreed to—no sight, no sound, for one night of mind-blowing pleasure. My heart beats rapidly as I wait for my partner. I’m getting used to blind sex, the name of the new kink in the sex world. You put your name in the pool and get matched with the most compatible lover based on your interests. I hope they got it right for me because I’ve been looking forward to this for weeks since receiving the invite. My center is soaking wet just thinking of the things that will be done to it tonight.