Kinky Nun Novels & Stories

Julian watched Chastity go to her room door and close it. She wasn’t wearing a bra. He slowly strolled to the wet bar as he wondered what her hand full breasts looked like. He never thought he would be fantasizing about what Chastity Van Dyke’s breasts look in a million years. She wasn’t his type. She was rigid, uppity, and self-righteous. Julian liked women who were friendly, genuinely nice, and liked having fun. Chastity Van Dyke was not one of the three qualities that he liked in a woman.

"You're Myla, right? Someone has been searching for you all over his G****e research." "Keith." Zayne's stern and cold voice makes me glance at him and the look he has on his face makes me gulp. He looks like he's about to kill someone, and I hope it's not Keith. The latter falls into silence and the ride is uncomfortable because I feel his gaze on me all along. Until the car stops in front of a boutique and my eyes widen. Yves Saint Laurent? Are you kidding me?

Or has the incident become invisible to you too? Edward glared at Spencer. 'You just preach one thing and do the other,' Rina added wistfully. Annabelle scoffed. 'Kettle calling the pot black!' Rina faced her. 'I have no time for the likes of silly girls like you that are drowned in a stupid fantasy of their own that a certain boy who wants nothing to do with her will one day like her,' Rina shot back derisively. Suzanne laughed out loudly. 'You laugh yet you're in the same category,' Dick snorted adjusting his glasses again as he looked at her condescendingly.

“You’ve never had a real relationship since your first year, have you? Everyone knows the story—the Ashford heir who sleeps with girls, then throws them away like tissues. So what changed?” “Then everyone’s been talking about me accurately.” My gaze stays on hers, steady and unreadable. “Just not when it comes to Angel’s friends.” She shifts restlessly, frustration flashing across her face as her patience finally snaps. “I’m not her friend, for God’s sake! And Angel? You’re still talking about her. Even though she’s gone. Her? She’s a nun, Vincent. The same grey cardigan every damn day. God, she’s timid to a fault. I’m the one who talks to you. I’m the one who actually looks like your type.

Jeremi was totally naked. Oh . . . gosh. Just wow. So that was the first penis she’d ever seen outside of what was on television or the Internet. And it was kind of impressive. The length of him lay along one thigh, hard, the head a darker shade than the rest of his skin. She could see a few veins tracing the length, and followed them with her eyes down to the curls of his sex and his balls. Huh.

*Nelly POV* From the moment we got off the yacht until we drove further to get home, our bodies were already burning up with a heated desire. "Fuck!" Vince growled, kicking his bedroom door open with our lips sealed together, kissing and smooching each other hungrily while helping each other to undress.

I placed the box in my spare room and swore I would never open it again. I lasted a week. Kinky is wrapping an unattached braid of hair around my hand and getting a hard-on. Kinky is bringing the hair to my nose and picturing a woman hanging from the ceiling with my best friend kissing her. Kinky is imagining my hands running through her remaining short strands and holding her tight while Monroe fucks her mouth. Kinky is dreaming about the three of us writhing together in a mass of sweaty, gleaming flesh.

I mean jock. Especially some football playing Neanderthal who obviously thinks he's god's gift to the female population of Barnett University. Ugh. Thanks, but no thanks. I’ll pass. A proposition of a sexual nature from the likes of Roan King… I accept! KingOfCampus.com With my head bent forward, my caramel colored hair falls over my face like a thick curtain, shielding it from view. Tapping my foot nervously, I wait until Mr. Abs of Steel swaggers his way up front to speak with the professor. Just as I’m about to make a break for it, he saunters back over to his desk before picking up his backpack and strolling out the door like he has all the time in the world.

Damien nodded his head and left from there with a proud smirk. "I am Keli, make up artist of Romano Enterprisers." Keli introduced her while walking upstairs. "Nice to meet you Keli. I am Celestine." They both exchanged pleasantries and Keli start doing her magic...

“What the…” He didn’t finish. He yanked the shirt up and over her head. The cool air hit her skin, followed by the shock on his face as he stared at the tight, constrictive binder she wore. “Cyril… what is this?” There was no going back. The酒精, the years of longing, the thrill of his touch—it all exploded. “It’s Cynthia,” she breathed, the name a secret finally set free. Her hands went to the binder’s clasps at her side, fingers fumbling before it loosened and she could peel it away.