Kinky Stuff Novels & Stories

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.

I turned, and watched as a gorgeous, tall, complete naked black woman came around in front of me. She had long legs and a short torso, wide hips, a narrow waist, and very generous tits with enormous, nearly-black nipples. Her pussy-which was right at eye level-was shaven, smooth, and very dark. "I'm Kiki," she said as she lowered herself to her knees. Titling her head toward my wife, she added, "You're the new couple, Holly and Ted, huh?" She reached for my belt, and went on, "You're the kinky voyeur who helped Lana out of her dickophobia."

kinky said in a whisper checking out her self in the mirror. Alittle make up which didn't cover her natural beauty that much,a butterfly pendant neck chain green ball grown and a zip up arsh coloured Snickers. "My class mate are they coming too?" She asked as they walk the the door. "Yes baby and I think your boyfriend is also coming" she wisper to her ear. "Aunty Eva I don't have a boyfriend" she defend. "But you like the boy" she replied and they both giggles. "Seriously Eva need to start tutoring you on what and what not do" Eva added as they walk down the stairs.

The kinky room lays in a display of weird bondage sex images. My nerves are jumpy as I take in the models in bondage pants, chastity toys—especially the males, yokes, anal hooks, spreader bars, pussy clamps, bondage bed. I step closer, watching each of the pictures intently as my heart jack-knife against the wall of my chest. Grazing my fingertips at some of the pictures, I find out it’s somehow turning me on. Am I sort of insane? How can be so turned on seeing this?

Doing two girls with the same one was beyond thoughtless and gross. My drawstring shorts were barely cinched up when the doorbell rang. Thankfully it was Odette. Extra special was Odette wanted to get freaky with me - she brought a dildo and some lube. The problem with having a vast variety of sex was that fewer and fewer things were new and remembering how exciting it was your first time with a given kink gets tougher.

Always, always more. I pulled him back for another kiss, my creamy fingers in his hair. I held him close, caking his bare chest in white as I wrapped my legs up around him. Blood, cream, mess… I didn’t care, and neither did he. I wanted the cream on his skin, though. I wanted him to be as slippery and as messy as me. Luckily, the pot on the table was a big one. I wanted to be a kinky little bitch and picked up the pot from the table. I trailed fresh cream down myself, playing with the streams as I did it, smearing my tits and my pussy.

No man’s underwear could be that shiny and sleek and pink. My mind was doing flips at the thoughts and imaginations that badgered my brain. Were there G.strings or just regular female panties? Did they hold up the huge cock I could get he was carrying? Kelvin is a strong, six-foot-two guy who plays rugby on the weekends. His well-muscled frame is the epitome of masculinity, and was the number-one reason I couldn’t take my eyes off of him when we’d met a few weeks ago. But the fact that he had this kinky secret—this softer, sensual side—thrilled me in an indecent way.

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.

Brandon pointed out. "So you're saying Braze has a height kink?" Win said in surprise. "We're guys." "So?" Brandon shrugged. "Kinks can be gender neutral. You like Braze and myself on our knees when we suck you. You fucked girls anally. Why can't Braze have the kinks you had with girls just because you're a guy?" "Because we're guys," Win said again. "We don't do fragile, weak, petite, and all that stuff."

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♡