Kinks Tired Of Waiting For You นิยาย & เรื่องราว

And she does whatever it takes to get the man that she wants. “Fuck this! I'm done.” I smack my lips hard picking up the remote to turn off the TV. I can't keep watching that. Gosh. I take a deep breath and focus on eating my chips. I take a look at the clock again and it's almost 11 but Keiran is not yet back. He can return 12 if he wants and I will be here waiting. Bored, I decide to text Kye as we both talk sometimes. ‘Busy?’ It shows a single tick and that only means that he's not online. I sigh and I throw my head back on the couch. I just remain there, lost in my thoughts until I hear the car of a vehicle. He's back, great.

He followed seconds later, groaning low as he pumped cum deep inside, filling me again. We stayed still, our foreheads touching, aftershocks rippling. But as I caught my breath, I realized this was becoming addictive. He will be discharged in two days….what then? The following shift, Kane was bolder. He'd ditched the sweatpants for loose shorts, easy access. When I entered, he was stroking himself lazily under the sheet, eyes on the door. “Been waiting.” My mouth went dry. “Kane…” He tossed the sheet aside, cock hard and ready. *Join me?”

Kinks: voyeurism, discreet sex, handjob, pussy play The subway car rattled through the underground tunnels, packed tight with rush-hour commuters. Bodies pressed against each other in the humid air, the scent of sweat and cheap perfume hanging heavy. Maya gripped the overhead rail, her short skirt brushing against her smooth thighs. She loved these moments—the thrill of being surrounded by strangers, her heart pounding not just from the crowd but from the secret cravings she harbored.

The waitress said, walking away in a very short, tight skirt. Winking and smiling at her, Kenneth replied. "Thank you." Kenneth looks at Kita with sultry eyes as he says. "You do know I can see the wheels in your head spinning and that you don't understand." "Really? I understand perfectly. Did you bring me here so I could get it? So I could understand?" Kita's tone is slightly bitter but controlled. "No, Kita...I brought you here so we could have a good time and a night together without being bothered by fans. You see, Kita, I'm always thinking. WThinking is my first priority whenI'm home in Korea, especially since you're here with me,

He does not deserve you. A lump forms in my throat. All I want to do is head straight back to Manhattan and be with Dante in his strong arms, enveloped with all the feelings he has for me. Inhaling his woodsy, pine fragrance, feeling his soft lips on mine. His tongue exploring my mouth. This royally sucks and then some. Another message from Violet comes through. I am waiting, Kenna. Angry with blood boiling in my veins I message the little bitch back. You will be waiting a long time, Violet. Turns out you were quite the little drug entrepreneur weren’t you back in college ?

I scolded him. His brows furrowed and he shrugged. "Then we will both be dead." He walked over to the bookshelf and put back the book he'd been looking at using the light from the window. "I used the same way I always do. Why are you so jumpy?" "I'm not jumpy, I'm just tired. It's been a long night, Neon." "But I don't see you heading to bed, you're here for a drink and you gonna spend the next three hours musing over her."

My lips turned down. “How do I contact you? How long do I have to wait?” “Sky, you can’t. Not for a while. They will be watching me. Watching everyone. You know that.” “Em!” He shook his head. “No, Sky. You have to wait. At least a couple weeks.” Tears filled my eyes and I buried them in my knees. Goddess, this was going to be shit. ‘I’ll be with you. If you get bored you can talk to me.’ Raine snickered.

I can’t stand it. I can’t stand it any longer. I’m going to be the first person who ever died from sexual frustration. I can remember long, unbearable waits as a child. Waiting for pocket money. Waiting for my birthday. Waiting for Christmas. But I’ve never had a wait as nightmarish as this. It’s been absolute torture. Five hours, four hours, three hours to go … All through the plane journey and the car ride from the airport, I’ve been silently chanting, Soon … soon … soon … It’s the only way to keep sane. Ben keeps fondling my leg. He’s staring straight ahead, breathing evenly. I can tell he’s as pent up as I am.

The rustling, the clinking, the slanging. All of it. 'I'd prefer if you try your kinks on someone else, maybe your daily lay.' I snarled with gritted teeth. 'Well, you need a tester first so that'll be you and maybe I'll show you all of my other kinks.' he said wearing a smirk on his face. 'YOU ARE SO FUCKING DISGUS-' I screamed but was cut off. 'yeah, yeah baby, I know all about that.' he said while stuffing cloth into my mouth.

“We really need to talk about these things. Your likes and dislikes, your hard yesses and your hard no’s.” “I have no idea what that means,” she replied and sipped her whiskey, swirling the alcohol around in her mouth. “Things you like and don’t like, the things you will and will not do. I have a list of kinks I like to use. We’ll go over it when we’re home.” “Are there things you won’t do?” “Yes,” I replied. “If there’s something I don’t want to do…you won’t do it?” “That’s how it works.” I emptied my glass and put it aside. “Finish your drink,” I said. “Let’s get some sleep. Tomorrow’s going to be a long day.”