Kinky Story Novels & Stories

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

Kim gently grabbed my balls and sucked my nipple hard, gently biting at it. "Well, since you asked, yes, I've had something on my mind, that really gets me wet." She responded. "Honey, I love you, you have such a dirty mind!" I add. "Well, we'll see how much you love my dirty mind after I tell you my kinky fantasies." She comments. "Please, do tell!" I ask.

His hands venture over her curved body, exploring. They pull apart and open their eyes. They stare at each other, deep into each other's eyes. Hussaini's full of wonder and love, Nafisa's full of curiosity and passion. No words are spoken but a story worthy of them is communicated. He leans in a softly kisses up and down her neck. She lets out little whimpers of anticipation. He works his way back to her tender, smooth lips. As they kiss she rolls him over and lies on top of his strong, muscular body.

He'd just wanted to discuss the whole Dominant thing first. Jackie chewed her lip thoughtfully. Who knew he was into kinky sex? Do you suppose he likes to tie his women up? She pictured herself tied to a bed, completely at his mercy. That didn't seem half bad. Her nether region agreed, if the tingling was any indication. She could get on board with some kink. It had been so long since she's had anything except her own hand to give her pleasure. She'd considered ordering some kind of toy, but she had no idea of where to even start.

“I did tell you the truth downstairs. This is my first time at Garvey’s on . . . orgy night. And . . . I’m really not that . . . sexually experienced. And it really is my birthday – or was. I’m sure it’s after midnight now.” Juan nodded with a little grin and put the bottle down on the nightstand. He figured that. She probably didn’t want her friends to know she was the kinky curious type. He picked up the shot glass and offered it to her. “Take a shot of this, and tell me your story from the beginning.” “My story?” she said and took the glass from him. “Yeah. Let’s start with your real name.” -------

Nikki POV When I ran out of K&T Coffee, I had no real direction to where I was going, I just knew I couldn’t stay there. How could Frankie even begin to believe that his part in the alliance agreement didn’t concern me. We are involved, we haven’t had sex, but he has seen me completely naked, his face buried between my thighs and his tongue and fingers inside me. I am not that kind of girl. I would never throw myself at a guy and I would never have a one night stand or mess with someone else’s mate.

Come on lover, get your clothes off and let's party. I reached for her right arm, "I forgot to tell you that I'm a little kinky" as I tied one of her nylons around her wrist. "Kinky is good, I can do kinky" she said as I tied the other end of the nylon to the bedpost. As I did the same to her left she said, "Hurry lover, hurry. I need it baby, I'm so hot I could explode." When I had her tied to the bedposts I got off her and looked at my watch. As if on cue the front door bell rang and Cindy said, "Who the hell can that be at this time of night."

Neither of us had seen him approach the table, and we were startled by the interruption. "We're fine." Kim snapped the words, causing Biggie to hold up his hands in mock surrender as he made a quick retreat. Kim let out a deep breath as if she'd been holding it. "Geez, Kylie, this story is making me horny. I'm going to have to find a hot guy to hook up with and work off some of this sexual tension." I wondered for the hundredth time if Kim ever wanted a more serious intimate relationship than the booty calls and one-night stands that she currently enjoyed. She seemed to be content with her life, so I had never pushed the issue with her.

“Then maybe that’s your answer.” Later that night, Ryan stood by his window. The streetlights blurred in the distance. His inbox pinged again a reply from L. Tansey, offering a call. He didn’t answer yet. Instead, he opened a blank page. And he typed: “A Story That Doesn’t Belong To You” by Ryan Calloway He stared at the title for a long moment. Then under it, he wrote: “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s about reclaiming.” Two weeks later.

“You two always collect payment like this, or am I just special?” Roy’s laugh was low and dirty. “Special enough. Most girls don’t bend over this easy.” Hank’s thick fingers hooked into the waistband of my shorts and tugged once, testing. “Mouthy little thing. Bet that mouth does more than talk.” I felt the heat between my legs spike. My secret kink—the one I never admitted out loud—was already throbbing. Older men. Rough hands. Being used like I was nothing but a warm hole on the side of the road. These two had walked straight out of every filthy fantasy I’d ever gotten off to alone in the dark.