Kinky Stuff Novels & Stories

“We can do this when you’re ready. It’s just… I have this kink, you know...” “Kink?” I asked, confused. The word sounded familiar, but I wasn’t entirely sure what it meant. Susie had mentioned something like that once while talking about a spicy book she was reading, but I never asked for details. She is actually an avid reader. Ezekiel noticed my confusion immediately. He sat closer, taking both of my hands in his. His thumbs stroked the backs of my palms soothingly as he explained in a calm, patient voice what a kink was. He said a sexual preference or fantasy that turns someone on. When he finished, I blinked.

Now I was breathing hard and it had nothing to do with sex. “Just that picture makes me harder.” “That’s because you’re a kinky fool.” “Only for you.”

So wait to see their true colors soon and be prepared. I didn't what they said fully but somewhat understood. I drove to the shopping mall. After we parked the car, they dragged me all way to the last floor there stood a black shiny shop named "Kinky Bae". They both walked in like it was some grocery shop but I felt shy and followed them. Jenny picked a cart and walked into the aisle of different stuff that I never saw. Jenny picked handcuffs leather outside but the inner side was fluffy red. He got two pairs, some whips, an eyes blinder, and didlo. Do I really need that cause I already have two to fill both my holes? Vibrator, butt plug, chocker, neck holder. I asked, "Jen, did you try all

Now I was breathing hard and it had nothing to do with sex. "Just that picture makes me harder." "That's because you're a kinky fool." "Only for you."

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.