Kinksters: 12 Stories of Wild Group Sex, Bisexual Fun and Kinky Pleasures

Kinky couples are great, but nothing beats a big group of kinksters!

In this anthology by kinky queer Canadian Giselle Renarde, a Domme and sub share their fetish with an old friend while a sword collector pays five young men to fulfill her sex swing fantasy. Geeky grad students chase tornadoes and tail while an unapologetic cougar gets licked by three college girls. There’s an all-girl waxing session, a vintage clothing enthusiast who’s shocked to discover her lover’s “other woman” is actually a man, and a bureaucrat whose male escorts happen to be angels. All this and so much more.

Twelve sexy stories are ready and waiting. On your mark… get set… KINK!

Jansey squirmed against the rope, and against the ever-more-confining crotch of her one-piece spandex skipping outfit.  Her pussy lips were thick and throbbing, and she’d give anything in the world to touch herself right now.

“You make it sound like I’m horny in a general way. I’m not.  I’m only hot for…”  Jansey lowered her eyes and her voice.  “…only for you guys…”

Ruby and Beatriz chuckled deeply.  They were holding each other now, and Ruby cooed, “You gotta beg for it, little sister.”

A glimmer of hope shot through Jansey’s embarrassment.  “Oh, I beg you… please!”

Beatriz approached, inching slowly across the gymnasium.  “Gotta do better than that, kid.”

Why did they always call her kid, little sister, little girl? All four of them were the same age, all in third year at university, and she wasn’t that much shorter than Ruby or Beatriz.  Maybe it was her manner.  Granted, she was a little more childish than the rest of them—gullible and naïve at times, too.

“Please,” Jansey said, this time with all the desperation she felt in her body.  “I need you to touch me and kiss me and lick me in all the right places, like you did that night.”

“I don’t know,” Ruby teased.  The three of them closed in, looming tall above her.  “How can we be sure it’ll improve your performance?”

“It will!” Jansey cried.  She felt anxious now, her skin itchy, clit pounding, like if they didn’t do it she would just die.  Her heart hammered so loudly it was all she could hear.  “Please…I promise…please…”