Pee Kink Novels & Stories

He’s choking me. Instead of hating it, hating him for it, I fucking love it. Well, god created me and gave me breath, but he’s choking it out of me, and like a slut, I enjoy it. I enjoy being choked. That’s a new kink. His fingers slip unstoppably through my face and lips as he pounds his cock through my palms. “Yes, little flame…” He whispers against my lips. Our lips are nearly touching. He slips out his tongue, gliding it through the air near my lips.

Placing his platter of crap on the armrest. I scoffed. “No, there is nothing to like. And a collection of fish eggs from a special fish is your kink at this point. I’m sure you have a pain kink, you get turned on by consuming disgusting stuff.” I took a cookie from the dessert section of the cart. I bit into it. It was good. “Don’t worry, love, with time you will figure out what my kink is,” He smirked. I sputtered. “Fuck you.”

For the amount you're getting paid, you should come to my door in a gingham dress, pie in hand, braids flowing, two given names, and knees ready to be scraped on short notice. My breath hitched. Did that last description really need to happen? No. Could I even think about something other than my cock in her clever mouth? Nope. Klaus: That is uncomfortably specific kink. Klaus: I'm happy to report that I do, in fact, own a gingham dress, know how to make a cherry pie, and give the most incredibly beautiful oral sex. Klaus: And then there are braids. That's going to cost extra. They make me look hella young.

she added. “Yes, until you get pregnant.” “Okay, I agree with you,” she answered without missing a beat. I smiled and shook my head, “No, Kiara. I have different kinks.” Her face went scarlet red, and I wondered where else she was red. Hold it right there, Eiffel. “Kinks?” she asked. “Can I ask what they are?” Better yet, I could show you. I clenched my jaw at the images flashing in my mind and controlled myself.

I wanted to run my tongue along his cock, tracing his satin-covered erection, and make him groan with abandon. That was my kink. My own secret. I went crazy and uncontrollably dirty for men like Kelvin. Kelvin carefully backed out from behind the set, standing up with a lopsided grin. His dark blond hair was mussed, and he looked sexier than ever to me. I couldn’t hold myself back.

My tongue snakes out of my mouth, and I run it from the top of his shaft to the end of it, my hands fondling and massaging his balls. “That feels so good Kitten.” I take him into my mouth one more time, pushing out my tongue to make room for him, I gag and choke, saliva dripped down my jaw, he hissed, moaned, and shook from the onslaught of pleasure. “Such a good girl.” he muttered over and over, He had unlocked the praise kink, as I gagged on him, tears sprung from my eyes as I tried to push past the tip point. My hands find his ass, I massaged the firm flesh, whilst trying to push him further than my throat could take at the moment.

"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."

“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.

Even when he grins and winks at me after saying it, it still has the same effect on me. “Jesus, you’re getting her all wet, she’s dripping all over me!” Jory spreads my legs to show the others, and I redden, hiding my face in his chest. “Well, she did say that she loves being treated this way. Now, I actually believe that our girl has a kink fetish. She is a true sub.” Knox states, “But, we really need to talk about this before the two of you go and abuse her poor holes for the rest of the night.” He chuckles.

She gives me a smirk, and just like that, the tension lifts. “You trying to get into my pants, baby girl?” I tease her. She shrugs. “Maybe.” I turn, shaking my head as I pull her against me. “You’re a fucking brat, you know that?” I say as she settles against me. “I’m just saying, it could be worse. You could have a kink for like, cheese or something.” “Cheese?” I ask with a laugh. “What the fuck is a cheese kink?” “I don’t know.” She laughs. “Maybe it’s like a sexual attraction to Brie,” she says. “Or like, you need the scent of Parmesan to get your motor going.”