Kink Quotes Novels & Stories

“After we finish dinner, I’m going to fuck you in this booth.” “What?” Her smile fades. “Fucking you with my fingers in public was just the appetizer of my kink, baby.” Her eyes grow wider. I brush her hair from her shoulder as I detail what I want to do to her. “I want to watch you lose yourself in ecstasy in a room full of people who have no idea you’re getting your tight little cunt stuffed with my cock. I want to feel you quiver and tremble in my lap as you ride me.”

he questioned. “I did not let him mark me; he attacked me,” I responded as the lawyer continued to pick at me. “Can you deny that you wanted him to mark you?” he asked. “Yes, I can deny that I wanted him to mark me,” I stated calmly and confidently. “Can you deny you like some kink in your life?” he asked. “I can deny I like kink in my life,” I said quietly.

"Who'd have thought the witch has a kink for spanking in the cemetery?" What? My eyes flash up to his. Unbelievable. Why would he say such a thing? He continues talking like he didn't just blurt the weirdest thing I've ever heard. "Look, I don't care what your kink is. Just watch out for your partner and don't go about spanking random people." "I don't have whatever kink you think I have." I snap, disgusted by the idea. "Whatever. Just get out." He pulls back the cigarette and resumes inhaling and puffing it out without a care in the world.

“You are the only person who has ever really listened without making it weird,” Zack admits, his voice dropping to a lower register. “Everyone else either starts crying or tries to give me inspirational quotes or something.” The wind rustles through a nearby oak branches overhead while they sit in comfortable silence for a moment. “Inspirational quotes,” she echoed. “That is a new one. What like ‘hang in there’ cat posters? Weird.”

EPISODE TWENTY FIVE TITLE: A KINK THEME: Sex in the dark Aurora bit down on her lower lips when she felt a hand trailing on her thighs slowly but she tried really hard to focus on the movie she was watching. In the room full of people present to watch a movie in the cinema, her boyfriend has chosen to play his usual tricks on her.

Cynthia Dion: "What do you say, huh?" he asked again. "Atticus? What are you saying?" I asked. He took a step back and videotaped me from head to toe, as I was surprised by his statement. "Stop!" I swiftly covered my body with my one free hand after slapping his hand away. "Don’t be shy; just come on, show us your body," He said. "I know it’s your kink," his comment was harsh, which really caught me off guard. What was he talking about? It was his kink.

In a more practical term, they could relate with Queenie about not wanting to use them. The eighth item elicited a round of laughter in the chat, as well as protests when it was revealed. “How could anyone not like anal?” Queenie read out a very bold super chat comment about her revelation. “Well, how could anyone not like a pain in the ass boss? It’s the same reason. I’m not putting anything up my shit hole. Why use that when I have a perfectly good fuck hole?”

"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."

"You are absolutely disgusting." "No. Just horny," he corrected cheerfully. "Bondage does things to me, and frankly, I have a massive kidnapping kink." "Oh dear god," I shrieked, backing away in horror. "Fine." Kevin stepped forward, his hands already gripping the hem of his shirt. He pulled it over his head and tossed it onto the floor. "If it’s an orgasm you want, I’ll give it to you." I whirled on him, my eyes wide. "What the hell, Kevin? Are you gay?!"

I wanted to run my tongue along his cock, tracing his satin-covered erection, and make him groan with abandon. That was my kink. My own secret. I went crazy and uncontrollably dirty for men like Kelvin. Kelvin carefully backed out from behind the set, standing up with a lopsided grin. His dark blond hair was mussed, and he looked sexier than ever to me. I couldn’t hold myself back.