Starvation Kink Novels & Stories

“Daddy—Daddy—fuck—oh my God, I can’t—I just came—I’m still shaking—why does it feel better now—why are you so big—why does your dick curve like that—it’s hitting something—I swear you’re in my soul right now—” He just smirked. Held my wrists tighter. Slammed harder. And then—THEN—this man shoved his fingers in my mouth. Like, in. In. All the way down my throat. I gagged. I moaned. I sucked. Because I’m apparently a fucking feral animal with no self-control and a praise kink the size of Jupiter. “Mmgh—mhm—yes Daddy—I’ll suck your fingers—I’ll be good—I’ll shut up—actually no I won’t I can’t shut up—you’re fucking me too good—your dick’s too thick—my brain’s melting—I swear I’m gonna cry..”

There were no lengths he wouldn’t go to in order to secure her love and faith once more. He gazed at her shining eyes and his mind drifted, an image of her bound in a position of utter submission, the hands of another man caressing her under Ken’s watchful eye. Another man commanding her, via Ken’s command, preparing her for Ken’s possession. It was a kink they both enjoyed, had made it a point to participate in at The House on a regular basis before Ken got so involved with his business. Then The House and the activities had fallen by the wayside, something Ken intended to correct soon.

“Fuck… just like that.” “I missed this for weeks, babe,” he growled, his voice thick with need. “Don’t ever let me get lonely anymore.” He dipped his head and captured one of my breasts in his mouth, sucking aggressively. His tongue swirled around my nipple before he drew it in hard, teeth grazing just enough to send sharp sparks of pleasure-pain shooting straight to my core. He was ravenous, devouring me like a starving man , sucking, licking, and kneading the soft flesh with his hands while his hips rocked forward, fucking into my fist. The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth on my tit filled the room, making my pussy clench with empty need.

I love fucking my husband's ass, especially when he's wearing women's panties. Within the last year, I came upon a new kink that really turned on my husband and me during sex. Michael loves being forced to eat his own cum. It makes my pussy very wet watching my husband get hard as he licks up and swallows his own just spurted hot sperm. We have been very creative coming up with different ways to make him eat his cum. It started with creampies. I would tie up my husband to the bed, ride his cock until his shot his load into my shaved pussy and then I would crawl up and plant my wet, dripping freshly fucked pussy, full of cum on my husband's hungry mouth. His cock would get hard again as he su

"I could tell the instant I met you what you yearned for, the deep longings. What else do you crave, this darkness you've been so afraid of." She searched my eyes, looking for a reason to let go. "I don't know." "You do know." I rubbed the brush down her spine, taking my time. When she closed her eyes, I didn't admonish her, but my excitement was building, the almost vicious hunger for the kind of kink the majority of women could never venture into trying. "Being tied, unable to move, my body used as my master decides." Scarlet's words were clipped, utterly fascinating. "What else?"

Ariel I’ve always had a slut kink. I wanted to be manhandled, pulled, slapped, and fucked in every hole. But by who? That was the problem. I wanted someone strong enough to handle me and someone I was attracted to at the same time. I looked at the clock on my nightstand and it felt like it was mocking me. It had been exactly ten minutes since I’d swallowed the "special" tea I’d bought from that underground shop, and only two minutes since my boyfriend, Mark, had shattered my pride over the phone.

He groaned, pulled out, stroked fast, shot thick ropes across my stomach, hot sticky loads pooling in my navel, dripping down my sides. Marcus crawled over, shaking, whole body trembling. Without a word, he leaned down, licked every drop off my skin, tongue flat and greedy, slurping Martins cum like he was starving for it. Martins laughed dark, pulled his phone out, filmed. “Smile for the camera, cuck. Look how fucking hungry you are for my nut off your wife’s body.” I lay there panting, chest heaving, pussy throbbing, feeling powerful, dirty, invincible, like I owned both of them. Marcus on his knees, licking another man’s cum off me, while Martins stroked himself hard again, already leakin

His hand lifted—not to touch me, just to let his fingers drift through the air near my cheek, like he could sculpt desire from the space between us. “I’d very much enjoy watching you torture yourself. I am a demon, after all.” He leaned closer. His breath brushed my skin like a tease. “We’re a little… kinky like that.” The corner of his mouth quirked, and I wanted to slap the smug right off his face—and yet, heat pooled in my stomach, traitorous and slow. “You think starving is some kind of rebellion?” he whispered, voice like silk soaked in poison. “It’s not. It’s just a performance.”

Star nodded when Theo asked if she'd packed nipple clamps. "Just little ones, but they work for me when I'm alone." "Put them on. And anything else you use to make yourself come." One thing he knew about Star - sexually, she liked to be told what to do. As she'd said, she was a bottom all the way. She wasn't into pain or serious bondage, but she liked to submit, and that suited Theo just fine.

Groaning and licking with every touch I laid on him. My hands were roughing and smoothening his hair. I kept moaning and screaming with pleasure. " Ah, arg". My voice was a major motivation to do more. He distributed equal amounts of kisses and saliva to my breast. "My lips. I want your lips " I craved for his lips to meet with mine but it didn't. Oh now Richard enjoyed making me starve down there and on my lips. He loved the pleasure that came with my Starve. "Why are you making me starve? Please, Fuck me please." I kept begging