Most Kinky Adventures Novels & Stories

I have been extra horny recently, and have really been trying new kinks. One of my biggest fantasies is to be used while I am unconscious. I got an idea from watching a video and thought I would try it out but my own way. It took while to convince myself how to do it, because it was dangerous and I had to do it right.

Her excitement was always tinged with disappointment at the lack of real-life adventures. Her sex life was not empty. Arianna was single, like most of her friends, and often caught the attention of men who loved curvy women. Yet none of them fulfilled the submissive fantasies she secretly craved. Occasionally, she found a man willing to explore kinky sex with her. But he always wanted her to dominate, which made her uneasy. She hated controlling anyone; she longed to surrender instead. One night, she sat in her bedroom with her phone in hand. She messaged a man online. He agreed to a video call.

“I am feeling great but a bit sore, nothing too bad.” “Good, then it is time to sleep, baby.” He said, switching the light off and hugging me close to him. I am so getting used to this, not only the intense sex but also all that he provided me with. His guidance and affection have become essential, making my love for him grow even deeper with every day I spend around him. I love him. But then, why do I want a third party to play with us? How wicked and perverted is that? Does it mean that my love for him is not strong enough? No, I don't think so. My love for him is deep, I have no doubt about it and I have never felt anything like this before. I don't have much to compare but deep down, I k

His c*ck reared in anticipation and he knew that he was going to get into her bed and f*ck her till she begged for mercy, very soon. * His brother had stopped speaking and was looking at him expectantly. “I’ll check it out, visit the Kinksters one of these nights,” he growled, naming the leading Club in the area that catered to patrons who were looking for something different. A few of the clients came up to greet them and chat then they began to talk of other mundane issues, related to the gambling outlets, the employees and the surveillance systems. A couple of women drifted over, one of them in a backless dress, young and perky as she smirked at O’Grady meaningly.

I pushed a third finger in, stretching myself open, feeling that delicious burn. In my fantasy, he bent me over the kitchen counter, yanking my shorts down my ankles. I could almost feel the cool edge of the granite pressing into my hips as he freed his cock and rubbed the thick head along my dripping slit. I rolled onto my stomach, ass lifted slightly, face buried in the pillow so I could pretend he was right behind me. My fingers kept thrusting; three of them now, while my hips rocked back to meet every stroke. My pillow smelled of shampoo, but it was his scent that surrounded me. His big hand was gripping my hip hard enough to leave marks, pulling me back onto his cock as he sank into me

But for the life of him, he doesn’t know how to not do precisely this. As he considers that idea, Kent scolds himself, because – obviously – he knows how to not do this. He’s had sex with women in much simpler ways – normal sex, good sex, in a bed without ropes and chains. Not every woman he’s ever brought home has been locked up in this room, restrained for him. He doesn’t need the kink to have sex – sometimes it’s just an extra, a bonus that allows him to explore his obsession with control.

I say, she sobs again, probably ashamed of herself, "It's okay, Lily. It's not true, we don't share blood, we didn't grow up together. We were just teenagers who shared a house for a year. Don't beat yourself too much about it." "I know, it's just so bad that I still like it," she admits, "When we had sex a couple weeks ago, I was the one who brought it up. I’ve touched myself only a handful of times because my brain brings it up, then I get disgusted with myself.” "You're not going to jail for liking some kinky stuff, Lily, relax. It’s not that weird, I think that’s one of the most common fantasies. Now, if you saw the kind of p**n Damon likes," I scoff, shaking my head, "It's not even hard

Letting them be open and empowered by their sexuality, rather than ashamed of kinky shit that vanilla lovers can’t accept. Rourke’s holding me, rather than the bright-eyed beauty connecting us in her satin sleeve. The intensity of the kiss, making me wonder if we’ll go there. The feeling is…. Intimate..... Our tongues clash in one of the most heated make out sessions I ever remember having. Gods, it shouldn’t be possible, and still here she is, with her cum leaking down my sac like a faucet, whining for us to go harder. We’re already making smacking sounds, broaching the pace of fiend packing newports in a nic fit, but she’s greedy, and I love it.

he kissed her softly on the bed. “What…the hell?” she breathed, her voice hoarse. “That was…” “Intense?” Kyler supplied while I undid the collar. “Yeah…let’s go with that.” she laughed breathlessly. Kyler had already disposed of the condom and was lying beside her, pulling her close. “That was insane,” he said. “When did you get so Kinky, four eyes?” “Who knows,” I said mildly. “I never imagined Paraphilia to be this intriguing.”

His fingers brushed over my nipple once, finding it already hard beneath his palm. His breath warmed my ear. “Does that turn you on?” he murmured. My stomach flipped violently. “The thought of being chased?” His thumb rolled slowly across my nipple and I sucked in a sharp breath. “You don’t know it yet, baby,” he whispered, voice rougher now, “but I’m real kinky.” Heat flooded everywhere instantly. “And I have zero problems playing out almost any fantasy you’ve got.” “Marcus…” My voice came out embarrassingly breathless. “Somebody’s gonna see us.”