Pee Kink Novels & Stories

Jun bit his plump lip nervously, head down and cheeks pink. "I'm talking about you being a masochist," Namgyu whispered and Jun closed his eyes in embarrassment. "It isn't normal-" "Yes, it is Kim Seokjun." Namgyu interrupted sternly, raising Jin's chin so the latter would look at him. "It's okay to be a masochist. It's normal to have kinks. It is completely okay and almost everyone has kinks. Some people are in a purely BDSM relationship with other people. Just that and nothing more. It's okay, it exists and happens."

“She is a Dominatrix? I thought so.” “Yes. She’s a good one too, but I never enjoyed being dominated. That’s not my kink. Anyway, I thought this was a perfect place for a BDSM club, so Rowan and I designed it together.” “A kink club? But it’s just a fancy restaurant.” “To the average island goer, yes. Behind that waterfall is a cave entrance to the hottest kink club in the world..."

“Please, I want you, not your fingers.” Well, she definitely doesn’t have to ask me twice. I’ll never tire of her, and I’ll never tire of this. The desire in her voice when she moans for me, her begging, the way she sucks in a breath just before she orgasms. I’ve recently discovered that my little fox has a praise kink, and I use it as much as I possibly can just to see her face when she knows she pleases me. I’m the luckiest man on this fucking planet.

Kinks: bdsm, female dom, male sub, powerplay, rough sex The office door clicks shut behind him, sealing us in my private therapy room. Dim lights cast shadows over the leather couch and the sturdy restraint bench in the corner. He's my patient, that eager 28-year-old with wide eyes and a body begging for control. I stand tall in my black leather corset and thigh-high boots, my curves hugged tight, feeling the power surge through me, expert in breaking men like him. He sits on the edge of the couch, fidgeting, his shirt already unbuttoned from our 'session talk' about his submission cravings.

Marco murmured at my side. “It looked like a conversation,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. “Like she was listening through the rope.” “Exactly,” he replied. “Kink is communication. The tools are just…tools. The connection is what matters.” He paused. “Would you like to try something small tonight? No pressure. Maybe just a guided meditation or light restraint? We can go over your boundaries first.”

I asked, raising my brow. It was my fault. We hadn’t talked about each other’s kinks or fetishes before meeting up. I should have done that before even knowing his name. Damnit. This was not going as planned at all. “What?” His eyes widened. “Yes, no—huh? Do you want me to watch you pee? Is that… what you’re into?” “No, I don’t have that kink,” I said out loud and thought about it. I haven’t tried it ever, but I was sure it would not feel arousing to have someone watch me when I release my toxin—

How can they make something I normally consider vile so sexy? “To what do I owe this pleasure? You are still coming to visit, I hope,” Dominic asks. “We are, but I am still prohibited from vigorous sexual acts. I finally had the talk with Rhett about urethral play and piss kinks and it went well. It went even better than I had thought it would,” I report. “He needs to hydrate more but he reacts quite favorably to playing and to drinking piss.” “Do you think my other kink will deter him?” Dominic asks.

I, however, dismissed this, and we all continued to have a cool evening at the beach shack dinner joint. Ken is a twenty-five-year-old white male, tallish and pale, with cropped curly sandy hair. His eyes are blue as planet earth viewed from space, and he is devilishly naughty when he smiles. He loves to kitesurf, dive, adventure, gym and is a sculpted, handsome man. He is big and a beast of sorts. Not my type, at all. He sleeps with whomever, whenever and is known to claim he can have whomever he wants. Recently, he left a beautiful and talented graphic designer whom he swears was the one, as her mother was a right pain in the ass. We are classmates, and from the moment he touched me as the

And that does it, I let out a little scream as my body jerk, dragging out his own orgasm along with mine. Not only did I realise I had a praise kink, I was also a sucker for dirty talks. When we finally calmed down, I was too shy to look at him so I stayed there with my face buried in his neck. He let out a chuckle, forcefully lifting my head so I’ll have no choice but to look at him.