Pee Kink Novels & Stories

I sit up straighter and shrug off my blankets. “How close did you get to your last girlfriend? I recall she had some kink, what was it again? I can’t seem to…”. “You freaking bastard, I didn’t do any of that shi…”. “Ah! A piss kink was it? Well, I’m not one to kinkshame, it’s a good thing I don’t bring up the past right, Sakura?”. I smile brightly at her. She has to know I’m a kind and understanding friend.

Made it edible. They ate at the counter again. No pretense. No performance. Just two people who’d somehow ended up in this strange space between war and something else. “You didn’t have to do that,” he said. “I know.” She pushed rice around her plate. “But watching you burn food hurts me spiritually.” He huffed. Almost a laugh. She looked up. “Did you just laugh?” “No.” “You did.” “I didn’t.” “Kael Penking. The most feared alpha in New York. Just laughed at a cooking joke.”

He just… does it. The dots appeared instantly. Levi: That’s called breeding kink, babe. Wake up. Older men love to claim like that. He probably wants to see you knocked up. My stomach dropped. I stared at the words too long, chest rising and falling in shallow bursts. Breeding kink. The term made my thighs press together, heat flashing low, shamefully. Because if I was honest? A small, dark part of me had felt it. That thrill when he growled about me being his. That shiver when he told me he wanted me sore for days. That whisper of “mine” that made me melt even as it scared me.

So I told him with irritation, "Rakshith..Stop calling him as pookie..What name it is??.." "Why lekuu..??..I like to call him as pookie..Even our son like his nick name very much..Let's ask him whether he like his nickname or not.." He told me and asked laddoo.. "Do you like to be call pookie ??..Laddoo also smiled and clapped his hands happily as to reply him.. I got more jealous and angry after seeing their cute bond so I shouted to him in vexation..

It was infuriatingly hot and wicked of her because, while I sat there, twitching, shuddering and fighting back moans, she just talked through dinner like her hands weren’t rubbing furiously on my clit. I should have known. Sitting together would mean she gets to do something filthy with me, because we don’t sit close. At all. I tried to smile, to stop the expression of pure ecstasy from clouding my face. Her hands moved slow and agonising on my clit, pressing the perfect amount of pleasure. The pace was perfect. Slow. Torturous. I was so fucking wet and surprised that I would be into a kink like that—Her fingers making me shudder and wet under the table at dinner while we pretend nothing is

Who knew I had a praise kink? “Fuck… you’re killing me…” he grits his teeth and uses his other hand to undo the button and zip of his jeans, allowing his cock some room. He adjusts himself briefly and the shiny, wet head of his cock peeks out above the denim. When he removes his finger, he leans down and kisses me with unexpected urgency, his tongue slides past my lips and strokes my tongue, his lips bruise mine and his hand splays across my collar bone, pinning me to the bed, holding me where he wants me.

he mumbled into my ears. His filthy words made me lose all forms of control. I reach out, my hands wrapping around his cock, and he shivers at the coldness of my palm. “Good boy…” I praise patting his head gently, his cock twitching at the praise. Oh, I think he has a praise kink, I have only seen his dominating side, but I love this side too. “You like being called a good boy don't you..” I kneel again, my hands stroking him slowly. Looking up to him through my lashes.

"Degrading, huh? Tell me more. And I want to know everything, in depth." "It's weird but, I have a praise kink too. I like it when you tell me how good I'm doing, or when you tell me how pretty I am when you're inside me ... or when you tell me I'm a good girl." I say, getting hot. He's just soaking all this up. "Go on." he says. "I like it when you're dominant and aggressive with me. I like it when you tell me what to do or when you make me submissive."

I moaned as he increased his pace. “Good girl,” he chuckled again, returning to suckle on my nipple, sending jolts and sparks through my body. “Good to know.” Never knew I had a praise kink. But here we are! “Love all the sounds you’re making for me, baby,” he murmured, his lips trailing down my body until he reached my pelvis. Kissing my hip softly, he stood up, swiftly removing his pants and boxer briefs. Yep, it’s official. My vajayjay will be torn in half tomorrow.

A small, sharp bite. “Fuck, Preppy.” I suppress a gasp—and maybe a smile. “What was that for?” “I’m testing your kink. Odaxelagnia.” I grin at the warmth spreading through my skin. “What the hell does that even mean?” “A fetish kink for biting.” He shrugs, smug now. “Fuck. Never heard of that before,” I laugh. “Yeah, yeah.” He leans up, glassy-eyed, a goofy, sweet smile playing on his lips. “Good areas to bite—arms, calves, thighs, butt, and the back. Avoid the spine.”