Kink Quotes Novels & Stories

I don't know what you mean. "Well, kinks are unconventional-“ "I understand the word!" I snap, my embarrassment turning into a sharp, defensive spark. "I just... I don't have any.” "Sounds like a lie,” he says, his voice dropping an octave, becoming intimate, dangerous. "Tell me the thing you asked Marcus for. The thing that freaked him out.” I go silent. The shame is a thick, suffocating blanket. I sink onto the edge of the bed, the lace of my dress bunched up around my thighs. I look at the empty hallway, the silence of the house pressing in on me.

“I don’t believe that. So you suddenly woke up one day with a high libido and an urge to have dominant sex and a god complex too?” He lets out a surprised laugh, then winces because it hurts his stomach. “Andrea…” “What? I'm genuinely asking.” I keep my expression innocent. “It's a legitimate question.” He's quiet for a second and then he actually laughs, short and low and real, and it does something embarrassing to my chest. “No,” he says, composing himself. “That's a kink I developed. Based on experience.” “Experience,” I repeat. “Yes.” “Whose experience?”

Next to that was a contraption that looked like a swing. Oh gawd, I’m so out of my element. I feel like I know so little about sex and kink, and I start to panic internally. Keep calm, Ame. Don’t let them know you’re literally screaming inside. How am I ever going to be enough for Nathan? He’s been with so many women, and I can’t compete with them. Does he like any of this stuff? “Well, what do you think, Amelie?” Dante asked. “It’s definitely fully stocked,” I joked. Trying to make light of the situation.

"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.

I nodded, that sounded like a good idea. “So did you get your mark?” I asked, trying not to sound weird. Kenneth moved the collar of his t-shirt and showed me his mark. “Cool, did it hurt?” I questioned. Kenneth shook his head, “No dude, it was mind blowing. I can’t begin to even tell you how awesome it was. But check this out,” then he lowered his voice, “I am going to ask Phoebe to come in here for a minute,” he said excitedly. “Listen dude, I don’t want to see some sort of kink show,” I replied. He just laughed at me. Phoebe walked into the room, “What did you need my love?” she said then gave him a quick peck on the lips. “I was just showing Bay the mind-link in action so that when I tol

I asked, I knew my tone berated with annoyance, which was against my earlier plan, and I inhale in gently, almost unnoticed by the other occupant, "There is no list and you are not a conquest."/Damien said, "Oh! So if I am not a conquest, what am I?" I asked, "Your question turn has passed, it's my turn to ask now," He said, Right! I nodded, "What are your kinks?" "Huh?" "What are your kinks, what are your trigger points? Those are the kind of questions you ask in truth or date, why the fuck are you asking me questions as if I am in kindergarten?" He derided,

“You have got to see how beautiful her nipples look. I know my Hiku will appreciate them and I suspect you will too, Asim. I need to ask something, Asim. Do you have a nipple kink? I know you had been playing with the nipple clamps when we arrived yesterday morning and your eyes constantly go to Willow’s and Hiku’s nipples while we are out and even at dinner last night, you were looking at any hint of nipples on your mates. Raff’s were nearly visible in that white shirt and I saw your eyes on him often.Or do you not know if you have any kinks?” “Astute observations.” I compliment her. I don’t know if I have any kinks. I don’t have a nipple kink. I really like them but don’t need nipple play

I leaned closer to her and whispered against her lips, “And you think a little blöod would turn me off? Do you really think that my côck covered in your blôod is something I wouldn't want?” She squinted her eyes at me, looking fûcking adorable as she asked, “What is it with you and my blóod? Is it some kind of kink you're into?” “I am into all kinds of kink that include you. You. You are my fûcking kink, little devil.” Her eyes widened and the brown in them deepened to the darkest form. And this time she was the one who leaned down and erased the remaining distance as she kissed me with a hunger that rivalled mine.

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.

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."