Kinky Story Novels & Stories

Kinks: gay sex, rough, anal, incest, dominant, oral sex The room was dimly lit, with only a single lamp in the corner casting soft shadows across the old, worn couch and the cluttered coffee table strewn with empty beer bottles. My heart pounded in my chest as I crept inside, the door shutting behind me with a quiet click. It was late, far past the time when everyone else had gone to bed, but I couldn't resist coming here.

“It was intense… almost overwhelming. But I loved every second. Feeling you inside me, Jake. Tasting you, Mom. The way we all fit together.” We stayed tangled like that for a long time, trading slow, lazy kisses. Sarah kissed me deeply while Jake kissed my neck. Then Jake leaned over me to kiss Sarah, their tongues meeting right above my face. I watched them, my hand sliding down to gently stroke Jake’s cock as it began to thicken again. Not for another round—not yet—but just because I could. Because he was mine now. They both were.

“We all have our ghosts. Elysium doesn’t change that. It just gives us a place to face them honestly.” My fingers tightened around my glass. I thought about my own ghosts—the father who’d left when I was twelve, the editor pushing me for a story I wasn’t sure I wanted to tell. I felt a kinship with his words. This wasn't just about kink; it was about seeking solace, a place to be vulnerable without judgment. “And what about me?” I asked, surprising myself with my boldness. “Why did you invite me?”

I love it, a lot. My musings was lightly obstructed when I feel someone glide her fingers across my bulging cock through my pants. Within a blink of an eye Akim grips the lady by her wrist and growls at her. In a club, people loves to carry out their kinky shits. My best guess is that, one of that lady’s kinky shit is to touch a random man’s cock. Funny. She'd cower away if she learns who I am this minute. I signal Akim to brush off the matter. It’s no big deal. Besides I’m happy I satisfied her kinky shit, in the least ways possible.

You all will loved it. Give it a chance. Also give reads to my other books if you like the story. "Her Saviour Alpha" "Pregnant With My Rejected Billionaire" "My Billionaire Mafia Queen : Battle of Love" . Thank you

"He always has an excuse." "He doesn't know I'm only seven diary pages away from leaving him." "I got my period today, and the cramps were so bad I couldn't get out of bed. Dexter came home and brought me some painkillers without me asking." "He said it was the same kind he'd gotten for Brianna last time. She said they worked great, so they'd probably help me too." "I said thanks, but no thanks." "One page left. Then I'm done." The last page had only two lines.

NEW STORY TITLE: THE GIFT OF DICK AND PUSSY The following story will be told in multiple chapters. There's oodles and oodles of sex in it, even though it's not just a pure spank story. If lots of nasty sex isn't your thing, then why are you on this website? Weirdo.

I wanted to press the red button which indicated a help signal, but I was still wondering what he wanted to do to me. He knelt down while his nose sniffed at my entrance. I was wearing a long, straight silk skirt that covered my thighs. He lifted my skirt up gently and slowly, bringing his nose deeper. I didn't tell him to stop; that was because I loved the way he made me feel as I fought hard against my moans. My head tilted back and my mouth went agape the moment his hands touched my already wet entrance. His fingers pinched my clit while I let out a devouring moan.

#Story 2: Eat Me, Boss Daddy Andrea’s fingers were buried deep inside her soaked pussy when the door to her private cubicle in the quiet marketing wing clicked open. “Fuck—Drew, wait—!” Her colleague and so-called friend stood frozen in the doorway, eyes locked on the obscene sight: Andrea’s skirt rucked up around her waist, lace panties shoved to the side, two fingers plunging in and out of her glistening cunt while her other hand pinched a hard nipple through her half-unbuttoned blouse. The scent of her arousal was thick in the small space.

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