Kinky Love Story Novels & Stories

The same story that Aphy told me when she first met me. "Kilyn, can I talk to you?" I whisper to her as we ride behind the two lovers. Slightly secluded from them, since they're in their own little world. "Of course, go ahead," she smiles at me and urges on to talk. "Remember when I said that I couldn't relive my dream?" I ask her, attacking the inside of my cheek.

Kim gently grabbed my balls and sucked my nipple hard, gently biting at it. "Well, since you asked, yes, I've had something on my mind, that really gets me wet." She responded. "Honey, I love you, you have such a dirty mind!" I add. "Well, we'll see how much you love my dirty mind after I tell you my kinky fantasies." She comments. "Please, do tell!" I ask.

He had to be honest, though—it was for his sister’s publications project. "Maybe... I’m not sure yet. It felt like admiration that faded after a week." Sounded more like infatuation. "How many girlfriends have you had?" Another dumb question. "One in high school and one in college." "Do you believe that love is blind?" Definitely not! Love is about acceptance. He placed his palm on his face, realizing this questionnaire was probably just part of Ashley’s joke. She knew he hated talking about his love life. Sipping his coffee, he moved on to the next question—then nearly choked when he read it.

They continue kissing passionately, torridly, teasing while wandering each other's bodies. Kenzo spreads Yara's legs that makes the latter feels embarassment on her position. Kenzo smiles seeing the innocence on Yara's face. Yara sees how big Kenzo's friend is and she gulps. "Will it fit?" Yara asked curiously making Kenzo grins. "Yes, just trust me, okay?" Kenzo said and when Yara nods, he kisses her again. He slowly go inside her making Yara wince of pain. Kenzo kisses her then sips her tits. He then, continues to go in and out of her when he felt Yara's okay with it. They continue moving in a dance lovers could only do. A dance where they will reach heaven and feels euphoria all over. "I

The place had been stripped and refitted, doing away with all that industrial chic shit and adding a touch of class. The Dollhouse was my pride and joy. Fifty thousand square feet of pussy, kink, and debauchery. So much pussy. “Hey, daddy,” someone said behind me. I glanced over my shoulder at Kandy, with a ‘K,’ naturally. Her real name was Cecile, and she was a law student trying to pay her way through college. I made it a point to learn everything I could about my employees because I never knew when that shit could be of use to me. For example, Kandy with a ‘K’ had a long-term boyfriend who was cheating on her, although fuck knew why. Kandy was smoking hot, and if I didn’t have the rule of

Lanterns flickered in gold, outlining a dinner table set for two under a delicate white canopy. “Baby” I whispered, still in disbelief, as he took my hand and guided me forward. “Hey, Michelle,” he said, eyes warm and fixed on mine. “I want to let you know how much I love you… with every passing day, you become the peace I never knew I needed.” I swallowed slowly as his words sank in. “I just want you to know this is forever.” He breathed. He went down on one knee, his eyes locked on mine as he held my hands.

Kelvin was cheering like he’d just won the World Cup. And in that glass garden, with everything blooming around us— I finally felt it. Not closure. But continuation. Not redemption. But reclamation. My love story didn’t begin today. But it was finally mine. Wholly. And for the first time ever— Without fear. **** The first dance wasn’t choreographed. We never rehearsed it. No YouTube tutorials. No practiced twirls in the living room. No sweeping declarations about dips or spotlights. We chose a song the night before.

"What are you doing?" "Helping you," he said against my skin before placing a soft kiss on my spine. I barely stifled a moan, but I had no will to push him away. His fingers traveled up, closing the silk on my back. Then he placed another kiss, two inches higher than the previous one, before covering it with the fabric. The third kiss forced a weak sound out of my lips, and I heard his breathy chuckle brushing my heated flesh. Another kiss on my spine caused an electric wave that ran down and up my body.

I smiled, selected a romantic film with a same-sex storyline, and sat down beside him as the movie began to play in soft hues across the room. The film unfolded through four short stories, each portraying love at different stages and in varying forms. The first story centered on two eighteen-year-old high school students, each quietly noticing the other from afar, bound by the awkward beauty of young attraction. In the shared spaces of their school, they observed each other, hearts fluttering yet hesitant, neither daring to take the first step. They existed in a delicate balance, close yet distant, until graduation loomed, and they finally confessed their feelings. Only then did they realize

“There is no romance.” “Mhm.” “There isn’t.” “You’re blushing.” “I am not.” “You literally are.” I grab a file and throw it lightly at her face. She cackles. “Oh my God,” she laughs, “Anastasia Kingsley is flustered.” “I’m irritated.” “The line between irritation and attraction is very thin.” “Please leave my office.” “Absolutely not.” I groan and lean back in my chair while Emily keeps grinning like an evil matchmaker.