Prise Kink Novels & Stories

His tiny caged cock, locked in a pink steel chastity cage for four straight months now, leaked constantly whenever she even whispered about her plans. It was Cindy’s 29th birthday. She had rented out the entire top floor of an exclusive rooftop club in Manhattan that catered to the city’s most discreet high-end swingers and kink community. The venue had a glass-walled penthouse suite overlooking the skyline, complete with a large circular bed platform in the center, multiple couches, a fully stocked bar, and a raised stage area with spotlights.

The bass from the club pulsed through Jenna’s body like a second heartbeat. She was only twenty-four but felt like she’d been waiting forever for a night like this. The underground kink club was invitation-only, and she’d sweet-talked her way in wearing her shortest pink dress. It barely covered the curve of her ass. White lace panties peeked out when she moved, and her hair was tied in two bouncy pigtails that made her look younger and sweeter than she felt.

“I like the idea of combining pain with pleasure. That’s my kink.” “Kink?” I repeated, my brow furrowing. That’s when he finally turned to me, a slow smirk spreading across his face. “You see, a kink is a sexual desire,” he began explaining, and I almost rolled my eyes. “But not the normal kind. It’s the shit that gets you off harder because it’s taboo or because it feels—” “I know what a kink is,” I cut in. “Oh.” He paused, his grin widening. “So what’s yours?”

A valid reason if anyone actually cared to ask. My husband isn't a bad man. He's a good father. A decent provider. But in bed? He's not what I need. His thing is average at best and he's not into the things I crave. The rough stuff. The intensity. The kind of sex that leaves you sore and satisfied and unable to walk straight the next day. I have knacks. Preferences. Kinks that make my body come alive. My husband doesn't share them. We still do it but not nearly as much as I want. Not nearly as hard as I need.

“Sure do. Every three months if I’m out there and active. I know everyone thinks my life is this nonstop fuckfest because I show the slightest interest in sex and one-night stands, but I haven’t gotten any since that damn cruise last year. I passed the last exam with flying colors. How about you?” “Regular checks, just got out of a long-term relationship.” I didn’t mention that those “regular checks” were a requirement for membership at my kink resort. Even the most free-spirited of free spirits were sometimes put off by the mention of anything harder than handcuffs. This would be a straightforward, well, fuckfest, to use her words. “I use condoms during intercourse, that’s nonnegotiable.” “

The whole thing felt surreal. I had spent a solid hour last night researching the Dom/Sub dynamic. Apparently, as a submissive, you have to earn your Dom’s praise. And oddly enough, I think that’s my kink—praise. It always made my day when Alex gave me even the most casual compliment. It was like being showered in gold.

not something I would wear to work under normal circumstances, but I need to amp up the sex appeal; if he can play dirty, so can I I put on my most sexy black lace lingerie... not that he is going to see that, but to make me feel more sexy and up for the task. Then I put on a skimpy very tight leather skirt ... normally I would always wear leggings underneath, but not today. Uh I still have to remember that this is my job, and there will be other people, so I have to pull a little back on the shirt, nothing low cut... I pick out a tight fitting white tank top that says 'let's get naughty and spare Santa a trip'.

It’ll be different, she’ll be okay because she will be with us, her mate. He wasn’t going to let this go, it wasn’t a huge secret in the pack that I was a Dom, I owned a play club for the sole purpose of having safe places for Dom/Dommes and their Subs to enjoy time together and meeting others who share their kinks. We have a saying that you don’t “yuck” someone else’s “yum”, it has made my play club one of the most highly sought-after venues for those in the kink community. “Are you coming or are you just going to stand there talking to your wolf?” I hear Siobhan’s voice ahead of me.

And as Jean lifted her top, Marie’s small boobs were bare, and Jean immediately started sucking her nipples one by one and changing sides very often to get the most of this feeling. Throwing her head to the back with her eyes closed, Marie was loving it way too much. She could not understand that this was the reason her parents were worried because being sexually involved with someone of the same gender was criminalized in the country. She did not want to stop Jean at all, and Jean was given full privilege to exploit her in whichever way she wanted.