Kinky Stuff Novels & Stories

We both burst into laughter, holding hands while climbing the short stairs of the mall entrance. "We would need a lot of sexy lingerie; I don't want us to go there and start looking like our problems." I chuckled at her remark, walking beside her into a female underwear shop. "Woah, this piece speaks hot!" Tessa pointed at a particular mannequin, wearing a mid-drip fishnet, a leopard G-string, and boob tape covering the nipples.

There was an extra dose to it even though it was very subtle at the present. Rebecca was quite of an experimenting kind, and she had even known about the things that had been going on around the world. That was because staying at home gave her the access to use a computer and to surf the internet whenever she wanted and for as long as she wanted. In fact, that is how she got the idea of using her teddy bear's nose to do some hanky-panky.

“For all they know we’re some kind of freaks with a weird kink for sending out our sexual exploits to anyone and everyone.” He smirks, trying not to laugh, which makes me smile too. “Don’t make fun.” “I’m just curious, are the kinky versions of us into leather, bondage, and all that good stuff,” he asks. “Very funny. You do realize they’ve probably all seen the footage.”

“Would you like to have anything? Water, tea, coffee…” "No, please, I am not here for that. Have your seat back; we still have a whole lot to discuss and are just getting started.” I politely refused. I know she doesn’t have a lot, so I needed to save myself the trouble of listening to her go on about how she lacks one or two things to offer. Brianna sat down as she continued, “If we were to look at it, I think we should call it a kink, because there is no other explanation than this."

I have no idea in what part of Manhattan we’re in, what building we’ve just left—or where we’re headed. There is a natural hesitancy running through my veins. All this secrecy and cloak-and-dagger mysteriousness tweaks my nerves. I grasp it’s necessary, though. I’m not supposed to be able to retell this story to anyone else, with any amount of detail. Not that I could do that, anyway, without having my ass sued off. I signed a non-disclosure agreement. What happens with the Kinky Kringles Christmas Auction stays within the institution of the Kinky Kringles Christmas Auction. Perhaps that’s the other reason I’m on pins and needles. Kinky Kringles… What the hell sort of fetishes are these bill

My pussy was already dripping down my thighs by the time he walked in. Kai closed the door and locked it. He was shirtless, wearing only black pants. In his hands was a much larger black bag than before. His eyes roamed over my naked, collared body with pure animal lust. Fuck, look at you, he growled. My best friend’s little slut waiting on her knees like a desperate whore. Your pussy is dripping all over my floor already. Yes, Sir, I whimpered, my voice shaking with need. He opened the bag and laid out an array of toys on the bed. Heavy leather wrist and ankle cuffs. A thick ball gag. A riding crop. A set of metal nipple clamps with weights. A large vibrating butt plug. And a thick, realist

I reeked of campus sweat and drafting ink, but my body stubbornly refused to head to the shower without a little action first. Picking up my headphones and iPad, I opened an incognito browser and typed in the familiar search bar. Don't look at me like that. Even straight-A students need a release valve for their stress. I scrolled through the grid of videos, hunting for something heavy enough to satisfy the dull throbbing ache between my thighs. I hadn't had sex with a real person since a disastrous completely horrible encounter back in high school, since then, I preferred managing my own data. Finally, my eyes locked into a video that matches my exact mood. As the male actor in the screen s

"Oh come on, you can tell us." "Seriously, we are all open books here. You should be too." "I don't like it. Please stop." I try to put some strength into my voice, but it doesn't work. They either don't care or they can't hear me, but they keep going. "You have to have something. All women do. Something they like, something they crave." "Yeah, what is it? What's your kink?" "Please, stop." "Come on, tell us." "Please."

taking her arm, he led her into the living room where there were obvious implements of kinky sex already laid out, his voice had just a slight hint of an accent, “My family, we all work together, we own our own business.” “Oh,” she replied weakly as she looked at the set-up in the room. There was a hook in the ceiling from which hung a short rope, on a table there were several different sized whips, a paddle, and a crop, some clamps, rubber bands, a spreader bar with ankle cuffs, one long rope and two shorter ropes. There was also a vibrator that she recognized from Sex and the City, the much-vaunted “Rabbit Pearl,” a bottle of flavored lubricant, and a ball-gag. Brooke had experience with w