Novel & Cerita Kinky Story

F - First U - Uncommon C - Classified K - Kriminal (I am using 'K' instead of 'C' because it's my story, so no offense) Take care of yourselves, my readers !! Tell me what you like, tell me when I was wrong :-)

He soon cummed. Meanwhile what started as normal sex soon took a wild turn in the hotel 's bedroom. Nikhil couldn't control himself. He became wild and started slapping Sunna hard on her butt that even left marks of his hands on her ass. He pulled her hair tightly while sex and kept on pounding her so hard that she fainted from exhaustion. He also had marks on her fingers all over his back and shoulders . He finished inside her despite knowing the fact he wasn't wearing a condom and she could get pregnant but the thought of sowing his seed inside such a beautiful woman was extremely exciting for him.

The same story that Aphy told me when she first met me. "Kilyn, can I talk to you?" I whisper to her as we ride behind the two lovers. Slightly secluded from them, since they're in their own little world. "Of course, go ahead," she smiles at me and urges on to talk. "Remember when I said that I couldn't relive my dream?" I ask her, attacking the inside of my cheek.

My family would have been humiliated. So I married him knowing he would never really want me. Never really satisfy me. Never give me what I needed in bed. And I decided right then that I wouldn't settle for a sexless marriage just because my husband preferred dick. The mechanic doesn't know about the neighbor's brother. The neighbor's brother doesn't know about the mechanic. My husband doesn't know about either of them. And I'm keeping it that way. Because this arrangement works. I get the hard rough sex I crave. I get variety. I get to explore every kink and desire my body has without judgment or hesitation.

New Story: Fuck me Stud Kiki couldn't believe the bastard was cheating on her, long black hair, blue eyes and sex on her mind constantly. What more could a guy want? Well she'd show him; at the music fest tonight she was gonna get fucked and make sure that cheating prick Bobby knew about it. It shouldn't be hard because she knew he'd be there. She wore a tiny pair of cutoffs that let the bottom of her ass peek out, a pink halter that barely contained her high firm 20 year old tits. Her ankle socks and white tennis shoes completed the picture.

THEMES: Short quick story, Nonconsensual, Reluctance, Stockholm syndrome, Hostage, Kidnapping KINKS: Gang Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Rough breeding, Restraints, Masturbation, Filthy Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, Firm/ Strict/ Service Dom, Bratty Sub, Restraints, Oral, Edging, Rough sex, Multiple Orgasms, Hair pulling, Spanking, Gang Jerk Off. SHINA'S POV I turn red at his first sentence, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Kinks: Supernatural domination, monster/fantasy sex, possessive obsession. He stood in the corner, barely lit by the soft glow of the moon filtering through my window. At first, I thought he was part of the shadows—just another shape in the dark. But then he moved, and my breath caught in my throat.

The place had been stripped and refitted, doing away with all that industrial chic shit and adding a touch of class. The Dollhouse was my pride and joy. Fifty thousand square feet of pussy, kink, and debauchery. So much pussy. “Hey, daddy,” someone said behind me. I glanced over my shoulder at Kandy, with a ‘K,’ naturally. Her real name was Cecile, and she was a law student trying to pay her way through college. I made it a point to learn everything I could about my employees because I never knew when that shit could be of use to me. For example, Kandy with a ‘K’ had a long-term boyfriend who was cheating on her, although fuck knew why. Kandy was smoking hot, and if I didn’t have the rule of

The slap echoes through the empty kitchen. "Argh," I cry out. "You're soaked," he says. "So wet for me. I can smell you from here." Another slap. The other cheek. My skin burns. "Please," I whimper. "Please, Jake—" "Please what?" "Please fuck me." He laughs. Low. Dark. "Greedy girl." I feel the head of his cock press against my entrance. Not pushing. Just waiting. The heat of him against my wetness. "Tell me you want it," he says.

Really laughing. After everything, after the barn and the van and the ghosts still lurking too close to the edges of her mind, my girl was lying between us laughing like she had a whole day ahead of her and every right to enjoy it. So I let them have their victory. For now. “I just proved I can be kinky,” I said, settling deeper into the pillows as if the entire accusation offended me on principle. “I fucked a man for the first time because the woman I love wanted that connection.”