Novel & Cerita Kink Quotes

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.

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.”

And that is how locker s*x turned into angry s*x. “Ah Kyler ! Fuck !!” I spoke through gritted teeth when Kyler suddenly pinched and twisted my n*pples pleasurably hard and went King Kong with his Big Gong inside my tight chute. I did not know which was more arousing- his dirty talk or watching his thick pink sausage thrust in an out of my squelching hole in front of the locker room’s long mirror. Grrrrr. Oh shit ! I just realized that I was into and had a major kink for it, coz it did not take long before I was disobeying my furious mate and creaming all over his joystick just because of it.

I glance to find him looking at me pitifully. “Oh, sweetie, you’re so anti kink,” he says. “There’s nothing disgusting about it, unless, you know, you’re doing it to some caveman who hasn’t washed in months, and even that is not a problem with a condom. Also, regardless of how you feel, it can earn you in five minutes the money you’d receive for hours of mowing lawns or working in, I don’t know, McDonalds or something.” “As long as mowing lawns doesn’t demand sucking someone’s cock in a public restroom, it’s preferable to me.”

Audrey POV I pant into the phone and giggles as I turn off the vibrator. Mark groans and chuckles as his husky voice speaks, “Aren’t you glad I gave you the Kink 2000?” he asks. I smile, pulling up my panties but leaving my pants down, “I am. I never used one on myself before.” I admit. Mark laughs, “And I was the first one to use one on you too, right?” his voice is sexy, yet possessive.

“Relax. It was just for the experience. I just turned twenty-one. I had enough sexual experience at that time, but I was more curious about kink and those kinds of stuff.” “How was your experience?” Smirking, I watched her reaction closely. “It was wild, refreshing, and overwhelming.” “Wow. Have you tried?” “I think you don’t wanna know.” “Actually, I do,” she replied excitedly, but deep inside, I knew she was jealous and felt insecure as if she lacked some experience. “It was just sex, darling. With toys and kink. Too wild for you to watch. Have you watched porn?” Her cheek burned. “I take that as a yes. It’s something like that. But no camera, no scripts, and definitely no cuts. They study

Kit and I continued walking around giving out drinks all the while I could hear several of the members saying things about me: "He looks freaking amazing~" "Oh, Goddess~ I would love to feel that~" "I want to touch his ars!!" "He looks sooooohot~" "Is it gay if I want to kiss him? Cause he's so d*mn pretty," "Man, I'd definitely do that~"

Mercy blurts, causing laughter to erupt from Mae and the stranger. “Trust me, you gonna scream for more.” He tells them, winking. It seems too off to me, talking with a stranger about something so sleazy but my friends don’t see it as wrong. I can remember what my pornstar neighbor once said, people have different kink shit they wanna try out and my friends seem to love fucking strangers. I guess it's part of their kink.

I exclaimed before he was done figuring out where he was heading already. “Humiliation kink is not that bad of a deal. It just needs you to be like…utterly, ridiculously shameless.” He said with a smile like he knew he was intentionally making me uncomfortable. “Just shut up and let me get this over with.” I waved my hand in front of his mouth, trying to get him to shut up. “Alright…alright.” I tried to mentally prepare myself for the process. While I was at it, I remembered it was the exact opposite way in which it worked. The spontaneity was the exact reason it worked in the first place.

If it’s not about the freaking credit card, then what is it? Did I turn him on last night so he wouldn’t forget about me? Then chubby girls must be his kink. “Do you agree?” “What?” I asked. “That we can talk in private.” My eyes squinted. “Why?” “So we can talk about what I’m going to say.” “Why can’t you say it here?” What is he going to say that people don’t need to hear? As to what I remember from romance movies and novels, things that go like this turn crazy.