Novel & Cerita Kinky

Very weird. * To Be Continued *

Marco said in an interesting voice. "Ha...ha!" Harry laughed out loud the hardest. "That is...called a kinky! It is not a secret that the alpha is the model of their weirdest Fantasy!" "Oh..my ear! I'm too innocent for that Topic!" Jazzy felt her ears redden when Harry talked about kinky stuff. "Don't worry! I'll teach you, Babe!" Marco whispered very low. "Sush...!" Jasmine whispered back. "You need to get used to that Jazzy'! The girls talks I mean..." Harry laughed. I glared at him.

And that is how locker s*x turned into angry s*x. “Ah Kyler ! Fuck !!” I spoke through gritted teeth when Kyler suddenly pinched and twisted my n*pples pleasurably hard and went King Kong with his Big Gong inside my tight chute. I did not know which was more arousing- his dirty talk or watching his thick pink sausage thrust in an out of my squelching hole in front of the locker room’s long mirror. Grrrrr. Oh shit ! I just realized that I was into and had a major kink for it, coz it did not take long before I was disobeying my furious mate and creaming all over his joystick just because of it.

"You don't need to be embarrassed. Come on! Who doesn't like fun sex? There is one just three shops down and then you take a left. You can't miss it.” I thanked her and hurried down. “One shop, two, three and left…oh my God!” I was dumbstruck as I stood in front of a store. The neon lighys burned bright and the sales attendants were all walking around in skimpy sexy lingerie with fishnets and heels. Some even had head bands with furry cat or puppy ears. “KinkyFucks. That's one way to name a store. Alright, Enora. Deep breath." I tried to calm myself and went into the store. For a sex shop, it smelled strongly of lavender.

No man’s underwear could be that shiny and sleek and pink. My mind was doing flips at the thoughts and imaginations that badgered my brain. Were there G.strings or just regular female panties? Did they hold up the huge cock I could get he was carrying? Kelvin is a strong, six-foot-two guy who plays rugby on the weekends. His well-muscled frame is the epitome of masculinity, and was the number-one reason I couldn’t take my eyes off of him when we’d met a few weeks ago. But the fact that he had this kinky secret—this softer, sensual side—thrilled me in an indecent way.

April moaned as she fingered herself. With their smooth thighs rubbing against each other and Kim’s bouncing tits against her back, April couldn’t think of any words to describe the kinky forbidden horniness she was feeling. Kim also reached under her, feeling April’s tits and then helping her daughter finger herself. “Cum in my cunt! Fill my womb with your seed!” the milf moaned, reaching back and forcing her fingers up her asshole.

Call me a hypocrite, but the thought of her in the cage was horrifying. "I'm Risk." She put out her hand, and I shook it. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a long braid down her back, and it swung to the side when she moved forward. "I'm Cobra." She smiled at me with a nod of approval. "I like your name." I smiled. "Yours too." She responded before getting distracted by someone over my shoulder. Waiving her hand for someone to join us, she yelled to them.

she whispered. Carlos's voice sounded behind her ear, resonate and deep. “When it comes to flavor, everyone has their own preference—meals, wine, ice cream, diet. The same goes for sexual desires. They call them kinks. Some are soft, some hard. Some are crazy, painful… even sick.” His voice dropped lower. “And some… deadly.” She pulses jolted violently at the last word. She wanted to look at him, but his voice stopped her. “Eyes on the wall, Wildling.”

◆◆◆ Chapter 5 ◆◆◆ ~ Kris Hunter ~ BDSM. BDSM. BDSM. The word kept looping in my brain like a dirty secret I couldn’t shake. I’d heard it before — whispers in college dorms, jokes on late-night TV, the occasional eye-roll in group chats — but it was never my thing. Kinky people did that. Not quiet, bookish Kris Hunter who color-coded her planner and always returned library books on time.

Greyson wondered, arching an eyebrow at Indianna who arched one back. "You can't make me." "Oh really?" In a blink of an eye Indianna was pushed up against the lockers lining the corridor and she gasped slightly, looking up at Greyson. "What are you going to do? Spank me?" She said sarcastically. "Don't give me ideas, sugar," Greyson whispered, sliding his hands down to Indianna's ass. "I didn't know you liked it kinky." "Greyson!" Indianna gasped, wrapping her fingers round his wrists and attempting to move his arms.