Starvation Kink Novels & Stories

It suggested that survival is overrated when the alternative feels like that. I didn’t argue. I let it have the movie. When it ended, I stayed where I was and did not give it the sequel. At some point, hours turned elastic. I dozed and woke without sleep between. When I startled, it was because she spoke—soft, through three floors, to a ceiling that wasn’t me. Goodnight… try not to starve. Starving is a profession where I come from. We make a virtue of it and call it restraint. We make a ritual of it and call it prayer. We make a wound of it and call it love.

“But then again… Savannah, you might have just made this worse. What if he tells someone that’s what we’re into? That kind of rumor doesn’t just vanish overnight.” I tilted my head. “So? We’re already an unlikely couple. Our reputation’s one bad whisper from scandal. Besides…” My lips curved. “Wouldn’t the nerdy Savannah Hart being into a dark kink make her more… human?” His gaze sharpened. “Keep talking.” “Maybe a little bandage. Role-play. Knife play. Whips and leathers. Maybe even...submission?” I bit back a smile. His voice dipped, rough and low. “Submission? You're playing with fire there.”

“You’ll drag me straight to hell, and I’ll thank you for it.” She whimpered again, the sound feeding me the same way worship songs did. I kept watching my cock slide in and out of her, each time glistening more. I held back in the office, but I didn't hold back now, I fucked her so hard she was screaming at the top of her lungs, and that didn't matter. This was my home, no one was coming in this late but her, she was bold, she was sexy, she was amazing. “You’re the best I’ve ever had,” she gasped, unknowingly feeding my kink back to me. “The biggest,” she cried out, her words stuttering. “The hardest, oh please—Father...don’t stop. Don't fucking stop!” She whimpered.

I set up the tripod and ring light, hit go live and the viewer count started climbing fast. We stripped everything off. The second I dropped to my knees in front of him, I took his thick, pussy-juiced cock into my mouth. I pushed forward eagerly, forcing him down my throat until my nose pressed against his skin, my throat bulging around his length. “Fuck yes,” he growled, holding my head still for a moment, letting me choke on him. I held his waist, eyes watering, saliva already dripping down my chin onto my tits. He finally let me pull back for air….strings of spit connecting my lips to his cock. I gasped desperately, then immediately took him back down my throat again.

His tongue swirled around the bulbous head, saliva dripping down his chin as he widened his jaw. Toussaint’s groan of pleasure and thrusts urged Jace to keep going, more and more inches disappearing into his mouth. Tears sprang to Jace’s eyes as he began to choke on the fat cock but he kept going. Toussaint gripped Jace’s head as his fingers weaved into his curls, slowly fucking his throat with a perfect hip thrust. Jace gripped the rest of the length which was already slathered with spit and stroked it in tandem with his own sucking.

I found it fascinating, the lengths that these men and women were willing to go in order to satiate their desires. I mostly searched through the websites Phillip frequented, and it seemed to be a very submission based kink, where the women were encouraged to explore the depths of their sexuality in very extreme ways. Things like hypnosis and blowjob training, almost like they were trying to empty their minds into vapid nothingness, creating a void that could only be filled with pure carnal lust and hedonism.

Palmed one rough, fingers digging pale flesh, pinching nipple vicious till I arched squeal. Broke kiss gasping; his mouth latched my neck—sucking bruises, teeth nipping pulse. "Gonna mark you, sis. So every prick knows." Down to tits: engulfed nipple, sucking hard vacuum, teeth grazing areola. Tongue lashed the peak, saliva coating shiny; other hand mauled twin, rolling peak till both throbbed raw diamonds.

FORBIDDEN CRAVINGS Story 1: His Little Secret (Lila’s POV) I woke up with my body still humming from last night. My pussy felt sore and sticky — Ethan’s cum had dried on my thighs, but I could still feel the ghost of his thick cock stretching me while Alex listened from his room. My cheeks burned as I remembered moaning louder on purpose. I had wanted my brother to hear me. I slipped on a tiny white tank top and pink cotton shorts with nothing underneath. My nipples were already hard against the thin fabric. When I walked into the kitchen, Alex was already there.

TROPE: AGE-GAP ROMANCE. Some TRIGGERS include: addiction, drug abuse, suicide, depression, mentions of sexual assault, stalking, aggravated jealousy, infidelity, parental loss/abandonment, blackmail, stalking, graphic sex and sexual harassment, blackmail, revenge p**n, objectification, suicidal ideation, bullying, family issues, mental health issues, domestic violence, self-harm, eating disorder, psychological/verbal abuse, sadism-masochism, reference to cheating and emotional manipulation. 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, exhibition

"You are absolutely disgusting." "No. Just horny," he corrected cheerfully. "Bondage does things to me, and frankly, I have a massive kidnapping kink." "Oh dear god," I shrieked, backing away in horror. "Fine." Kevin stepped forward, his hands already gripping the hem of his shirt. He pulled it over his head and tossed it onto the floor. "If it’s an orgasm you want, I’ll give it to you." I whirled on him, my eyes wide. "What the hell, Kevin? Are you gay?!"