Most Kinky Adventures Novels & Stories

This dress is a weapon, and Ben is my first foe. “I need you to forward me the Anderson file.” I spin back to face my computer before he can answer, and clack on the keypad. His footsteps humbly retreat. A minute later, his email pops up with an attachment. Victory is mine. Smirking, I straighten my skirt, shifting a little to get comfortable. The dress and shoes weren’t the only gifts. A discreet black box held a bright pink device shaped like a tadpole with a curved tail. When I slip it into my panties (leopard print, Bear-approved) the device presses against my clit and… my butthole. A little weird, but I can play another kinky game. I have two gorgeous men competing to get me off. It’s a

I shouted at them, while my face went pale, “Just look at the woman, she seems in a lot of… Well, pleasure, but look how long that she need to endure the… knotting!” Acacia tried to shush me. She even tried to calm me, probably because I look so much. “It will be fine. You feel uncomfortable at first, but…” “Get used to it?! Did you not see that jumbo p*nis?!” I screech at this point, my finger even pointing at the kinky p*rn scene, “and this is just from one man. I have three! When the other finish, I need to deal with two more jumbo p*nises!”

she questions. I laugh a little as I think about how I should answer her. I think it's already pretty obvious, but honestly speaking, I'm not sure if I should let her in or not. "I've told her the deepest secrets, the ones that even you aren't allowed to speak out loud because it's about your family and not just you," a voice tells me in my head. "You might as well tell her this also," I think to myself as I look at her and make up my mind. "I'm kinky," I tell her slowly. Her eyes widen. "However, as you've seen the last time we were together, when we had a one-night stand, I can do vanilla also. I just prefer unconventional sex," I finish, looking at her and smiling.

Craft pushed a button for the top floor, and I held my breath. Him caressing his thumb along mine should have felt soothing, but I was anything but calm. Fantasy Night. I kept picturing shirtless men walking around, flirting, and having an orgy or some other weird kinky shit that I was naïve to being a reality. Was Craft really into that crazy stuff? Guess I was going to find out.

I had come upon the above ad while surfing through an Internet sex site, and it caught my attention for a number of reasons. Not the least of these was an accompanying photograph, showing a cute, smiling woman with a wide, full, red mouth and long, rather unruly, curly blonde hair. The idea of fucking a babe like this – in front of her manfriend – was tempting indeed. Watersports were one of my kinks too, and I had often played piss games with my womanfriend. The couple, I noted, lived in my city. Did I dare contact them?

Mike silently offered her the whiskey bottle, she as silently declined. They had another moment of indecision; this one was broken by Lynette. "This was the best sexual escapade of my entire life, I want several repeats, you interested?" she asked, "Next time maybe we can get a little kinky." "Oh yes, I could handle more of this, plus I am curious as to what you consider kinky. So, you want to get together next week sometime?" he wanted to know. "Silly boy, when I said several repeats I meant this week," she told him.

Kinks: gay sex, rough, anal, incest, dominant, oral sex The room was dimly lit, with only a single lamp in the corner casting soft shadows across the old, worn couch and the cluttered coffee table strewn with empty beer bottles. My heart pounded in my chest as I crept inside, the door shutting behind me with a quiet click. It was late, far past the time when everyone else had gone to bed, but I couldn't resist coming here.

“Remember how you’d get all dressed up in barely anything under your clothes and we’d go to Coverts? We’d watch the other couples, get so turned on and fuck all night” I swallowed, my nipples tightening at the memory. I hadn’t thought about Coverts, the members-only swingers club, in years. Nathan and I were more watchers than swingers, watching everyone’s pleasure, which heightened our own. When we first began dating, we went often. Each time, we’d end up having some of the best sex of our lives.. We would role play or do some light kink. The last time we had gone to Coverts, Nathan was as fit as a horse. Or so we thought...

I placed the box in my spare room and swore I would never open it again. I lasted a week. Kinky is wrapping an unattached braid of hair around my hand and getting a hard-on. Kinky is bringing the hair to my nose and picturing a woman hanging from the ceiling with my best friend kissing her. Kinky is imagining my hands running through her remaining short strands and holding her tight while Monroe fucks her mouth. Kinky is dreaming about the three of us writhing together in a mass of sweaty, gleaming flesh.

Cheating fantasies, cuckolding, and wild group sex were all common themes of the bimbo kink. The whole thing struck me as over the top and irresponsible, but also a little fun. The idea of being a bimbo, at least some of the time, was appealing. Just letting go of all my inhibitions, not worrying about how people perceived me outside of the circle of horny men who surrounded me at all times.