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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?

He lay quietly while his cock softened and, eventually slipped out of her pussy, releasing a gusher of juices that ran all over both their bodies. A supremely happy Tanya remained sprawled on top of Peter, reveling in the terrific time she had that afternoon. Riding her trusty stallion all over the big apartment and slapping him with the riding crop had been a tremendous sexual thrill and, after he ate her pussy to one orgasm and fucked her to another, she could hardly ask for more. She was already looking forward to the next time she would saddle up Old Dobbin and enjoy those same services. The time was available, and she was considering suggesting another session the next day. Even more in

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.

I found it fascinating, the lengths that these men and women were willing to go in order to satiate their desires. I mostly searched through the websites Phillip frequented, and it seemed to be a very submission based kink, where the women were encouraged to explore the depths of their sexuality in very extreme ways. Things like hypnosis and blowjob training, almost like they were trying to empty their minds into vapid nothingness, creating a void that could only be filled with pure carnal lust and hedonism.

With an angry hiss I turn and run all the way back to the mansion, as fast as my new body allows me. I go directly to the kitchen, opening the discrete door, leading down into the basement.. or party hall as I call it. Not as in, there are thrown parties here, not the normal kind, but the kind for people with a taste for the more bizarre kind of kinks. Here you can live out any fantasy or fetish you might have and I do mean any. I haven’t joined in yet, but I find it fascinating to walk around and see all the weird things cows are into.

I could imagine it, every little thing he wanted to do to me, and while I had no earthly idea if I’d enjoy most of the things or not, I could imagine it, and it drove me crazy with lust. I kept unconsciously touching myself, my hand slipping between my legs, eager to take care of the throbbing, aching need that pulsated in my pussy, but I kept stopping myself, aware that anyone with a key could walk into the office at any time. I had always known about kink has a concept, had a surface understanding of bondage and discipline. I had no idea how deep it really went. I did not know there were so many things people found erotic. The final pages were a shortened version of Troy's yes list, but wi