Kink Quotes Novels & Stories

"I didn't know you knew about that." With a chuckle, I shook my head and leaned forward, putting my hands on my knees. He was looking anywhere but at me, and his cheeks were turning pink. "I don't mind, dude," I said gently. When he glanced at me, I added, "I have my own kinks, too." He stared at me for a few seconds. Then he tilted his head and asked, "Like what?" Leaning back again, I exhaled and tried to sound indifferent as I tossed out, "Like wearing panties covered in cum, for starters. Although today was a first for that one."

"Tell me, do you like being choked, Maria?" Well shit. Unknowingly I clenched my thighs together and moaned. He smirked at my action, and I was red in embarrassment. What the fuck was that!? "There is nothing to be shy about. No one should be embarrassed by their kinks." He held my chin, making me look at him, still smirking. That was a kink? Which one? He caught up to my confusion. "Fuck! How innocent are you?" He asked while his hands go through my hair.

Kinks was not like many Sex clubs, the bar did not sell liquor but cups of tea, coffee, or in her case, sodas and fruit juice, i loved drinking soda as much as I love drinking juice, I frown when the bartender told me my favourite pineapple juice was finished. I knew the ladies here would do anything to grab all the glasses the moment they were about to meet their mate, or in preparation for whatever they would be doing tonight. The orange juice was not a bad choice, even though I would have preferred the pineapple juice more, I took a long sip with my straw, the coldness and taste was so refreshing, reminding me a lot of my youth when life was easy, simple.

Tony always knew how to handle me well and I guess that's why we managed to date for so long. Typing the URL, it loaded immediately and I clicked on the first video I laid my eyes on. The sound of a woman moaning loudly echoed through the living room of my house as her fingers rubbed her pussy. Seeing her like that had me wet in an instant. I sat well in bed ready for a self service session. I deserved it. I was a sex kink and any sex video, be it a lesbian video, a gay video or even straight as long as there were Ds and Vs, always got me off.

"What kind of kink is this? Is this some new kind of BDSM?" She gritted her jaw. The man was disgusting in every sense of the world. "Stop using these filthy words. Kink and that BD…" She stopped and closed her eyes before shaking her head disgustingly. "Change your language and attitude around me," she said as she opened her eyes and started into his black orbs. "And if you want to sate your needs with my body then stop being with other women. As I said, I don't use used goods." Samanvay looked at her with a questioning gaze. "What the fuck are you talking about?" He demanded creating a little space between them.

he declared with pride, as though he had won a game beyond anyone's capability. Does it even matter? He's not someone who should matter to me, especially a guy who touches me inappropriately. I hate to admit it, but this turns me on. When did I start having these kinds of kinks? It's beyond my understanding, honestly. "Ahmmm," I moaned, struggling not to push myself further onto his thumb, which was coated in my arousal. The keyword here is "trying." "Tell me what you need, I might help?" he asked with a malicious expression.

“You’ll drag me straight to hell, and I’ll thank you for it.” She whimpered again, the sound feeding me the same way worship songs did. I kept watching my cock slide in and out of her, each time glistening more. I held back in the office, but I didn't hold back now, I fucked her so hard she was screaming at the top of her lungs, and that didn't matter. This was my home, no one was coming in this late but her, she was bold, she was sexy, she was amazing. “You’re the best I’ve ever had,” she gasped, unknowingly feeding my kink back to me. “The biggest,” she cried out, her words stuttering. “The hardest, oh please—Father...don’t stop. Don't fucking stop!” She whimpered.

his encouragement had my body jerking in his arms and causing a not so soft moan to slip past my lips. He broke off contact for a few seconds. “Someone has a praise kink.” I opened my mouth to deny it and as if already knowing that, he set out to prove me wrong. “That’s it baby girl, you’re doing so good, stroking me so well…one day, you’re going to take me so good in your tight little pussy.” And that does it, I let out a little scream as my body jerk, dragging out his own orgasm along with mine.

I murmured, my voice low and teasing, as I let the handcuffs sway gently in front of her. Andrea’s eyes darted from the handcuffs to my face, her lips parting slightly in surprise. "I... I’m not," she stammered, her voice trembling as she tried to regain her composure. But the blush on her cheeks betrayed her. "It’s okay to have a kink, love," I whispered, my tone playful yet tinged with a hint of something darker. I leaned in closer, my breath brushing against her ear as I added, "I wouldn’t mind trying it on you. That’s if you’re so curious."

I moved my gaze away from her and turned to regard Killian with a sideways glance. He seemed perfectly collected and unaffected by what was unfolding in front of him. In fact, he sipped from his cocktail and watched casually like it was a random Tv show. "I'm surprised," I said, trying not to sound breathless. "That you enjoy watching things like this." "I assure you this is not my kink. I don't fuck while other people watch." The way he said it brought an intense ache between my thighs. "But you watch?" "Sometimes, yes, other times, It's all business."