Vore Kink Novels & Stories

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.

I said, laying my head on his chest. “To be fair, I don't have a broken arm kink. I have a You kink. I like looking at you and any form of you is hot to me including you with a broken arm” he explained and I rolled my eyes at him but kissed him still with a smile on my face. “Obsessed much” I whispered against his lips. “Very obsessed” he answered back, kissing me and then turning us so we switched positions. “Are you up for another dose of my venom?” He asked and I nodded.

Eva asked. "Who knows probably May is back too fast,"James chuckles. Kinky walked down the stairs stretching her little body,she putting on a bunny on her head with mickey mouse top and skirt. The heel she's putting on keeps making heavy noise, holding the stairs handle so shw won't roll down the stairs. Getting down the stairs,she inhaled deeply and head to the kitchen where she's hearing voices from. "Aunt Eva,"She called walking into the kitchen. "Kinky?" James called surprizely and went to check the sittingroom probably someone is there but was taken aback when kinky walked to Eva and the heel sound followed her.

Then, if I cum all over I have an acceptable excuse and I won’t just have to say sorry. He must realize that I am not completely relaxing, so he stops and lifts his head to say softly, “Sugar, it’s alright. Some people think it’s highly erotic to suck on toes. It’s considered a kink, and if you like it, go with the flow. I live to please you and want you to experience every pleasure I can possibly give.” His voice trails off and then he whispers, “By the end of the night, I will have penetrated every hole and you will learn to love it.”

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 ...

Rather, it seems to get worse. At first, the dreams came as just harmless hug, kiss and soft touches, but it grew from that to caresses and fondles and sex and worse, heated sex. Karen is too fragile and innocent and I just want to keep her like the delicate flower that she is and not ruin her completely.

And the moment they did, Mona knew. He knew something was wrong. She quickly plastered a smile across her face. "Hey." Kane didn't smile. He walked toward her, pulled out the chair opposite hers, and sat down. "What's wrong, princess?" The sincerity in his voice almost broke her. Mona looked away. "I've been thinking." "About?" She swallowed. "Did you know vanilla comes from the actual butt of an animal?" Kane stared at her. Mona gave him a tiny smile.

And that is how locker s*x turned into angry s*x. “Ah Kyler ! Fuck !!” I spoke through gritted teeth when Kyler suddenly pinched and twisted my n*pples pleasurably hard and went King Kong with his Big Gong inside my tight chute. I did not know which was more arousing- his dirty talk or watching his thick pink sausage thrust in an out of my squelching hole in front of the locker room’s long mirror. Grrrrr. Oh shit ! I just realized that I was into and had a major kink for it, coz it did not take long before I was disobeying my furious mate and creaming all over his joystick just because of it.

Her smile vanished, replaced by a pout, looking offended at my statement. “You underestimate me,” she said. I watched her, amused. She was just too adorable... like a kitten swiping at a lion... all unaware that the lion craved the fight. “Veronica, do you even know what you’re asking?” “I know what it is,” she replied confidently, wiping salt from her fingers. “It’s a kink.” I stared, then leaned in slowly, looking predatory. “It’s more than that, baby... It's psychological. Deep.”

And that is how locker s*x turned into angry s*x. “Ah Kyler ! Fuck !!” I spoke through gritted teeth when Kyler suddenly pinched and twisted my n*pples pleasurably hard and went King Kong with his Big Gong inside my tight chute. I did not know which was more arousing- his dirty talk or watching his thick pink sausage thrust in an out of my squelching hole in front of the locker room’s long mirror. Grrrrr. Oh shit ! I just realized that I was into and had a major kink for it, coz it did not take long before I was disobeying my furious mate and creaming all over his joystick just because of it.