Most Kinky Adventures Novels & Stories

“Before today, would you have ever considered touching yourself until you had an orgasm, just to tease a man?” “So, you’re saying that this is just another experience among the many?” she asked, and he smiled. “Let’s call it another path leading to a unique and fun adventure. Didn’t you say you always wanted an adventure? Then let me take you on one. I promise, if you don’t like it, all you have to say is stop and I will.” Sandra drew a deep breath and swallowed involuntarily. “Trust me?” he asked, and she felt it again. The warmth spread through her veins like hot lava, heating all the right places. She glanced down at the kinky kit and back up into the dark blue eyes that watched her, then

The ache between my legs had turned into pure torture — swollen, dripping, begging for something, anything. I locked my door, kicked off my heels, and threw myself onto the bed still in my work clothes. My hand was already sliding up my skirt before I could stop myself. No. Not yet. I grabbed my phone with trembling fingers and downloaded three new p**n videos — the filthiest threesome ones I could find. Two men, one woman. Priests in my head. I turned the volume low, propped the phone on my pillow, and hit play. The first scene started: a girl on her knees between two huge cocks, sucking one while the other slapped against her cheek. My breath hitched.

The woman was getting her pussy impaled by this scaly-balled animal from another dimension, but she could not deny the pleasure he was given her, and her screams testified this, as she reached down to rub her own clitty. Whilst viewing this amazing scene, Dorian’s mind wondered, and he thought about his own sexual fantasies. If he was being totally honest, he’d never really been into kinky sex, or dominant or submissive stuff, or even voyeurism.

Rich people,’ he added reflectively, ‘are usually very adventurous. Adventure. That, after all, was what she was after. Fun; adventure — and maybe a little danger? ‘Are any of your clients,’ she asked, ‘ever... well, perverted?’ She savoured the last word, testing it for weight, trying to decide whether or not it indicated a concept that excited her.

I ask and open the browser. "I'll type it in." His arms go to either side of me as he types on the keyboard. I watch as he clicks search and a very kinky website pops up. The background is red and black and there are multiple pictures of naked men in all sorts of positions having sex. "Did you just put on a porn website?" I ask. It's definitely porn as there are tonnes of videos and categories to click on. "Yes I put on a porn website. It specialises in gay bdsm which is exactly what we need," he explains while scrolling down.

The whole time I was partially conscious though and felt every breath he took as he snored softly. This is a man I wouldn’t mind spending the rest of my life with, but there is something different about him. When the aunt mentioned the parties, he went to with all these women, it made me think. “Is he into some really kinky sex or something that he hasn’t showed me. Watch, my luck he is into masochism or something even stranger. There are so many different kinks out there, that I don’t want to even get into.” Shaking my head, I watch them argue for a few more minutes, until Sebastian glares down at me and takes my hand before leaving.

The skinny girls weren't prepared for this kind of conversation. Next to me, the woman who participated in my homemade and weird porn, still sucked Ramirez. The man was moaning now, and that was a cold water bath on my erection. I was a little disgusted, I can't lie. Every moan of the woman was muffled by the sound of suction and how wet things were. I kept staring at the ceiling of the bunk bed, looking for some crack or anything that would distract me from that situation. "What are your most particular perversions? " asked the woman.

I rode his hand desperately, moaning his name, my juices running down his wrist. His mouth moved to my neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks. His cock was leaking against me now—I could feel the wet spot growing on his trousers. The speaker crackled again. “Ten minutes, Mr. Kane. Almost there.” Adam didn’t stop. He added a third finger, stretching me open, fucking me faster. His thumb worked my clit in tight circles. I was right there, shaking, about to come all over his hand. He pulled his fingers out suddenly. I whined at the loss, empty and aching.

He reveled in this kind of hair-brained scenario. Along with him, still sleeping, were three "ladies of the night" that he had procured the night before to service his insatiable appetite for kinky sex. They looked very thin and haggard; they were hardcore druggers like most of the denizens in the Colony. They were also beaten and bloodied by him; his name again was evident for this fact because he was like a dangerous animal in the sack.

He said, keeping the paper on the table and pressing it straight. "You teacher? And me student?" I asked in horror. He paused. "Now that's kinky. Maybe we should try it complete with the cane hitting ass." I rolled my eyes at him. "Christian Grey rubbing on you?" He smirked. "Whoops! Look who has read 50 Shades of Grey. Trust me getting kinky is almost every guys dream. I knew you had hidden desires! All the shy ones do."