Kinky Nun Novels & Stories

Both accepted the others’ flaws and habits. I spotted a tablet in the glob compartment. The press of a button and the lock screen appeared. I entered Ryder’s password and then the password for the security system for the cabin. The footage of the cabin came into view. The gate. The driveway. The visible truck. I scanned the categories and selected the camera for ‘The Den’. Ryder’s weird name for the pheromone insulated rooms they used for their ruts.

Now that she was right in front of him, walking toward his car, he felt his body react in a way that was dangerous. Kane inhaled sharply. She was small. Petite in height, but fucking curvy. Her black jeans hugged her thighs and ass in a way that made his grip on the steering wheel tighten. The black turtleneck she wore was tucked in neatly, accentuating her waist. And that damn hair—fiery red waves spilling from her loose bun, falling around her face like a halo. The contrast of her—soft, warm, and expressive—against the darkness of the underground fighting world made her look like something otherworldly.

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.

And I’ve been hiding it for a very long time. “Y-You’re a Kinsmir?” I asked. Alpha Klaude smirks and tucked some hair behind my left ear. “You and I are Kinsmir, Elle Rose. The only Kinsmir that are alive.”

CHAPTER ONE I was to be the entertainment for this evening. I knew this. I had freely agreed to it. After all, my sex life had hit a very long dry spell. When Clara, one of my girlfriends, had mentioned this club that she belonged to – a "kinky sex club" was her description – it sounded like just what I needed. "The men and women there are reasonably attractive," Clara assured me. "Although none of them are supermodels, they are certainly focused on sex and having a good time. Aimie, I really think you would find it fun, too."

She already knew that she wanted more with her bear. Ky brought a tray of snacks to the table and chairs he’d set up by the creek behind his house. It was early still and he knew he’d have to go deal with some of his clan problems later. Much later. Right now he was focused on the curvy woman bending over in the water. Nita dipped into the water, flashing her ass as she did. The royal blue two piece bikini did nothing to hide the luscious body she had. Or her ass and what an ass that was.

“Yes, you’ve been saying it for a while Tori. You don’t need to say it again.” “And please keep it to yourself. I don’t wanna hear how gross you are.” “Tsk, as if you’re not gross Geo. You’re the one who made the three way. You thought they bet you.” “And what’s gross about that? Are you kink shaming me?” “No I’m not. I’m blaming you add a person not your kinks. ‘Cause your gross.” Wilder rolled his eyes at both of them. The two talked earlier about their bad experiences this past week. While he is passive and will only nod if asked. He’s not even sure if the woods caught his interest or he doesn’t just have a story to tell.

We finally changed into our uniforms: black high-waisted micro shorts and crop tops with the nightclub logo on them. Wini pulls her wavy black hair up into a high ponytail and secures the last loose strands with an impressive amount of hairspray. We're about the same height, but her build is much thinner than mine. "Do you have any make-up with you?" she asks. I shrug: "No. I confess I'm not the kind of girl who likes..." Wini puts a hand on my shoulder and smirks: "No problem. I'll take care of you, sister."

The document was titled: CONSENT & NEGOTIATION AGREEMENT. Between Julian Cross (Dominant) and Eden Vale (Submissive) She looked up at him. Julian’s expression remained calm, almost gentle. “I believe in being direct,” he said. “I’m not interested in wasting either of our time. I’m a Dominant. I own and operate Obsidian, a private BDSM club. I’m looking for a submissive partner — someone who is willing to explore power exchange with me under clear, negotiated terms.” Eden stared at him, momentarily speechless.

The skinny girl had been replaced by a queenly woman. ‘No, never.’ Karen linked her hands in her lap. Beneath them she could feel the ridge of the briefs that barely covered her pubic hair. Already the crotch was wet with her juices, her belly aching for love. This was the effect Tony had always had on her.