Kinky Nun Novels & Stories

"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."

The fact I was about to live out my long yearned fantasy… or the fact that it was with strangers that didn’t bother with names. I was naked. A sharp breath sliced the air…from who? I wasn’t sure “You’re so sexy,”Mr Cinnamon whispered in my ear. He smelt like cinnamon,hence the name. Cinnamon, green eyes, brown hair…strangers yet I had a feeling I would never forget these strangers for the rest of my life. Every doubt I might have harbored vanished the second I felt cinnamon’s fingers graze my folds. “And you’re so wet..” his breath was heavier

Kinks: gloryhole, multiple cocks, rough sex, exhibitionism Sara's heart thumped wildly in her chest as she and Mia entered the dimly lit, pulsing gloryhole bar. The heavy bass reverberated through the walls, vibrating every nerve ending in her body. The humid air hit her skin like a caress, carrying with it the scent of sex and taboo promises. It was their 27th birthday, and this was the ultimate gift they had fantasized about for months - a night of pure, anonymous indulgence.

Our Secret: My Dirty Tale is a compilation of short erotic stories intended for a MATURE AUDIENCE. Please note that ALL characters in these stories are above the age of consent. I would give a trigger warning, but there are wayyy too many. What to expect? Every kink possible. Every sexual pairing possible. Leave your morals behind, grab a toy or two. God knows you'll need a helping hand 😉*wink* Happy-horny reading! Xo, Athena♡

Mace's 17-year-old niece, Seraphina Sinclair, was the epicenter of the chaos, her fiery spirit on full display. Seraphina was a force of nature, a striking blend of youthful exuberance and stubborn determination. She had long, flowing auburn hair that cascaded down her back in untamed waves, a perfect match for her fiery personality. Her eyes, a piercing shade of emerald green, held a spark of mischief and defiance. She stormed down the hallway, her footsteps echoing with authority, her voice carrying through the walls as she berated Mace's secretary and executive assistant. "I can't believe you're blocking me from seeing my dear uncle!" Seraphina exclaimed, her voice filled with righteous i

I watched Karen's face and saw her eyes move down my body to my hard cock, and then she looked up and smiled at me. "Could you turn around and face Sarah?" she asked me. I turned around and Sarah's eyes immediately went to my erection. "Oh my," she said. "Are you hard just from being naked in front of me, Jack?" she asked. "Probably so," Karen volunteered before I could answer, "Have you heard of CFNM?" "Um, no." "It stands for Clothed Female, Naked Male. It's a big thing with a lot of male submissives, they respond to the humiliation they feel when for once it's them getting objectified instead of the woman. It's called a power exchange."

In the interim, as Fanky got back to the quarters she felt as though somebody was following her. She examined the back, however nobody was there. She was quickly apprehensive and strolled quick, until unexpectedly somebody got her and covered her mouth with a hanky. She breathed in the toxic smell of the hanky and abruptly felt lightheaded. Then unexpectedly somebody punched the one who covered his mouth, and Fanky out of nowhere fell on the grass. She had no strength and unexpectedly her vision obscured, before she at last blacked out she saw Richard approaching her.

“Security here is solid, so you’ll have privacy. No one will monitor you while you’re inside.” She gave a polite bow and left me alone in Nicky’s apartment. I dried my hair and changed into the outfit Holly had prepared. Then I made my way to the kitchen. My stomach was already complaining. On the table was a bowl of oatmeal with fresh fruit slices. I took care of myself not just on the outside, but from the inside too—eating clean, staying disciplined. I’d worked so hard to become someone new. No, not new. Someone else. Someone so different that even I barely recognized her.

I have no idea in what part of Manhattan we’re in, what building we’ve just left—or where we’re headed. There is a natural hesitancy running through my veins. All this secrecy and cloak-and-dagger mysteriousness tweaks my nerves. I grasp it’s necessary, though. I’m not supposed to be able to retell this story to anyone else, with any amount of detail. Not that I could do that, anyway, without having my ass sued off. I signed a non-disclosure agreement. What happens with the Kinky Kringles Christmas Auction stays within the institution of the Kinky Kringles Christmas Auction. Perhaps that’s the other reason I’m on pins and needles. Kinky Kringles… What the hell sort of fetishes are these bill

Hopefully, she found some cute guy to hook up with and fully get over that douche of an ex. I continue to move to the music and just enjoying the feel of the vibrations run through me, letting it work its therapeutic magic on me until I see who else came to the party. None other than Kirk with that stupid, bitch Dawn. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I curse under my breath.