Kinky Books Novels & Stories

Book 1: Their Kinky games *Amber* "Well darling, tell me, is there anyone special in your life right now ?". Matt looked up at her as she was pacing his living-room. Amber had never really been good at sitting still for long, she always needed to move... to do things. She snorted at him with disdain, rolling her green eyes. "Really Matt ? You know there isn't, has there ever been anyone special in my life ?" "Maybe it's time then, to settle down, to become conventional and all that. But okay let me rephrase it then, are you fucking anyone regularly at the moment then ?" He said grinning.

I placed the box in my spare room and swore I would never open it again. I lasted a week. Kinky is wrapping an unattached braid of hair around my hand and getting a hard-on. Kinky is bringing the hair to my nose and picturing a woman hanging from the ceiling with my best friend kissing her. Kinky is imagining my hands running through her remaining short strands and holding her tight while Monroe fucks her mouth. Kinky is dreaming about the three of us writhing together in a mass of sweaty, gleaming flesh.

My body started fumbling, my libido increasing and my limbs tingling. I felt hear between my legs and I knew what it meant-I was getting hornier. I looked up to where Bilky was and he had left, I wanted to leave too but I wanted to know where this would get more. I slipped one of my hands into my pants, and made way to my vagina, flicking on my clitoris. I was not sure but I continued listening. “You are squirting on my dick. That is so fucking hot my queen, kiss me.” I heard Kyren say through heavy groans and grunts and I heard them kissing out loud, massaging each other's lips.

My thighs fall open on their own, the cool air hitting the damp heat between them. "Fuck," Kirly breathes from her table, the sound raw. I risk a glance, her masseur, a woman with ink-black hair and a mouth like a sinful promise, has two fingers buried inside her, Kirly’s hips rolling in slow, desperate circles. Dante’s fingers hook under the lace of my panties, tugging them down my legs with agonizing slowness. "Such a pretty pussy," he growls, his thumb parting my folds. "Already wet."

****** About Kit Kyndall Kit Kyndall is the pen name USA Today bestselling author Kit Tunstall uses when writing contemporary steamy and erotic romances. It’s simply a way to separate the myriad types of stories she writes so readers know what to expect with each “author.” Join her newsletter at kittunstall.com/newsletter

Many people always gathered there. Katia stopped at a stall where they were selling books of an erotic theme and skimmed through some titles. There were some books she already had, but others she didn't. Some of these books, she never thought she'd see in print. She picked up a book titled "Diary of a Submissive" by Sophie Morgan. She read the synopsis, raised an eyebrow, but ended up buying it. She didn't know why she bought it, but she had already paid for it.

“You’re being paranoid. Or maybe you’re just not attracted to me anymore. Which is it?” I opened my mouth, but how could I explain it? The sensation wasn’t fear exactly. It was warmer. Deeper. Like invisible fingers trailing down my spine, teasing the sensitive spot just above my ass. My clit gave a faint, traitorous throb. I pressed my thighs together, mortified. “Stan, please. I’m not crazy. It’s this new book I got today. Something about it—”

"I- Um..." "Tell me, please?" Sabrina said, shuffling forward on her knees. She took Gemma's hands in hers. They were nearly tit to tit, Sabrina's much smaller ones just brushing against the backs of your fingers as you continued to hold and squeeze Gemma's. "You got to see some of my really kinky shit. I just want to know you're getting what you want, too."

Did I really want to get out my vibrator now when I was supposed to be cleaning? I glanced at the naked people again, and decided that yes, I wanted that vibrator. Swearing under my breath, I set the book down by the bed, and pulled the drawer open. I got out my favorite toy — a ribbed vibrating dildo I'd named Tony. Tony looked really good. It was like the spellbook was calling my name. Maybe I could check if one of those spells actually worked? I mean, it couldn't hurt, right? Before I could overthink it, I got back on my feet and found some chalk. Then, I drew a pentagon in the middle of my room. If I was going to do this, then I was going to do this right.

She moved her fingers to every book in the shelves but stopped as her eyes were stuck with something. "What?! This book," Kathy exclaimed as she picked one of the books and examined it. "How come it's here? Is Aaron fond of reading fiction and contemporary romance? How come?" Kathy inquired as she couldn't understand that the bad - to - the - bone devil will read such kind of novels. It's not realistic to think about.