Kinky Novels & Stories

The bass from the club pulsed through Jenna’s body like a second heartbeat. She was only twenty-four but felt like she’d been waiting forever for a night like this. The underground kink club was invitation-only, and she’d sweet-talked her way in wearing her shortest pink dress. It barely covered the curve of her ass. White lace panties peeked out when she moved, and her hair was tied in two bouncy pigtails that made her look younger and sweeter than she felt.

RED INK EP 26: Who dares to start a fomentation? • • The big padlock was a solid steel which looked new compared to the chain rounded at the handle of the iron gates. He struggled with the lock as the key appeared bent. He managed to manoeuvre the keylock, removing the chain and closing it back. "Fucking hell! Fucking hell!" He cursed.

She could be so much more. My Didi is completely tetanized on the spot and seems unable to breathe. I let my other hand slide over her belly, and I'm surprised to realize she's more muscular than she looks. I start to rock slowly from one foot to the other. I also swear I could ruin my pants just from the friction of her perfect ass against my jeans. "What are you doing here, Mr. Santo?" she asks me before taking a deep breath. My thumb slides between her breasts, under her bra, and I dig my fingernail in to leave my fingerprint:

then…they said I'm a Kinsmir. A rare form of alpha. A creature who can reign over the Lycan and Vampire world because of its abilities. A werewolf who possesses the abilities of Lycan and vampire. Alpha Klaude held my gaze. I was still tearing up when he leaned down and licked my tears out of my cheeks. Then, he grinned as he looked over at the other man inside this room. Beta Jacob walked beside me in the bed. Both of their presence terrorizes me, but nothing can compare to the grief that I am feeling right now. Part of me wanted to wake up from this nightmare because they were insane.

Which I am glad for. The after-party had been in full swing for about half an hour when she walked in. I had my back to her. “Dude you need to turn the fuck around right now,” Nick says to me. I look at him like he has lost his mind. I know he isn’t drunk yet. Shit neither of us has had that much to drink. I see him staring at something behind me. I turn around not expecting much. My brain officially shuts the fuck down. There walking toward Brady is Kyaria. She has on a shimmery pink dress that is just tight enough around her tits and forms perfectly to the rest of her body and stops mid-thigh. I look down and she has silver heels on to finish out the look. My mouth is instantly

She slaps her hand on my thigh. I jerk in surprise. “What was that?” She laughs at me. “He isn’t kinky, is he?” Sandy’swiggling her brows on me with a cunning smile on her face. “What’s kinky?” I ask back rolling my eyes. She barks out laughing. “So, he isn’t kinky if you don’t even know what does kinky means. I guess he has his own way in bed. Is he Christian Grey then?” Her smile widens even. “He’s not kinky or whatever is that means, and he isn’t Christian Grey. He never tied me up or hang me, yet.” I scowl at her.

he said pointing towards the bathroom. I walked over, opening up the bathroom door to see a white kurti hanging on a hook. It was made of linen with an eyelet-pattern, an A-line fit and trumpet sleeves. Putting it on, I saw that it fell to slightly past my knees. The white leggings that accompanied it were also linen with a lightweight feeling. Everything fit perfectly. I walked out of the bathroom after putting my unwashed hair into a single French braid to pull it out of my face. Cain had changed, now wearing a white tunic-style top with jeans.

Hank smiles back. “Well… you seem like a smart guy. - Thank you, very nice ... No, like this leg, and then like this. Yeah. - But I can dance ragga ... Are you ragga? White girl dancing ragga? I want to see it,” Hank demands. “Easy… Find me a Skindred.” She takes a sip from her neck and she does a couple of gentle, cat-like movements as she warms up. She's not graceful... - It? the guy asks as some pretty aggressive reggae metal starts pouring out of the speaker. The music unpleasantly reminds him that this Russian magnet actually has two boyfriends tattooed down the throat, labbing and growling something even more aggressive ... And even a child seems to be ...

They were an audience, but a participatory one, their own arousal simmering as they observed. Abegail obeyed, turning and kneeling on the soft velvet. She arched her back, lowering her head, presenting herself. The cool air kissed her skin, making her shiver. Kael knelt behind her, one hand spreading her cheeks wide. The other, slick with fresh lube from a bottle Leo passed him, traced a thick, cold line down her cleft, circling the tight, puckered entrance of her asshole. “So small,” Kael murmured, almost reverently. His finger pressed, not entering, just applying pressure. “Gonna open you up so wide.”

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.