Random Kink Generator Novels & Stories

My fingers are already trembling. The application opens. It’s short, but not casual. No fluff. No bullshit. Just questions that expect honesty. It wants to know what you like, what you don’t, what you want done to you and how badly you want it. The whole thing feels like it’s watching me back. Clinical. Hungry. Waiting. Name: Optional. No real names. Experience Level: Choose one—Curious, Trained, Devoted. Hard Limits: List. Kink Checklist: Required. Select all that apply.

Hank smiles back. “Well… you seem like a smart guy. - Thank you, very nice ... No, like this leg, and then like this. Yeah. - But I can dance ragga ... Are you ragga? White girl dancing ragga? I want to see it,” Hank demands. “Easy… Find me a Skindred.” She takes a sip from her neck and she does a couple of gentle, cat-like movements as she warms up. She's not graceful... - It? the guy asks as some pretty aggressive reggae metal starts pouring out of the speaker. The music unpleasantly reminds him that this Russian magnet actually has two boyfriends tattooed down the throat, labbing and growling something even more aggressive ... And even a child seems to be ...

Kiara had a good way of guilt tripping one, "I don't know yet I just think there's something we can do about the guy." Kiara grinned, "What's that?" "Well let's try to find out more about him," Shelly suggested. "Hmm, where?" Shelly grinned. "Facebook." Grinning like maniacs they both grabbed the nearest laptops and typed in his name. ADAM KINCAID. "There's like fifty people answering the same name." Kiara groaned. "Yeah," Shelly agreed, "There's one that's different though." She clicked on the profile a power bike was displayed as the profile picture.

Some KINKS include: praise/size kink, degradation, brat kink, impact play, denied orgasm, forced orgasm, overstimulation, choking, filming of sexual acts, voyeurism, feet fetish, golden shower, exhibitionism, temperature play, BDSM. Some of the TROPES included: Fake-dating, Childhood friends-to-lovers, Enemies-to-lovers, teammates-to-lovers, Duty-vs-desire, and age-gap. + READERS' DISCRETION/WARNING: This is a work of fiction and not a guide to BDSM. Readers must understand the difference. I do not claim to be an expert in BDSM. All parties interested in the kinks mentioned here must conduct their own due diligence and not blindly follow everything written here.

The guy was a f*cking enigma. When the app finally unlocked, the profile questions made Lennon's palm sweat. Orientation? He clicked “curious.” Experience level? Virgin. Hard limits? He filled in none. Kinks? He paused at that, his heart hammering. Did he have kinks? Could he just uninstall the app and forget he ever thought about this? No, he wasn't going to back out now, not after promising to do Archer's homework for the rest of the school year. One by one, he selected everything. Every single taboo box. Age gap. Blindfolds. Degradation. Ownership. Breeding.

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