Pee Kink Novels & Stories

For some reason, my nipples tightened at his praise, making me wonder if I had praise kink. I mean—my friends always spoke about their kinks and often mentioned ‘Praise Kink.’ I asked what it was and I was told the meaning. Turns out, it was exactly how I was feeling when Daddy praised me. Slowly, his voice dragged me out of my thoughts and when I looked up at him, I found him staring at my perky nipples through the flimsy material I was putting on. “You have a praise kink.” He stated directly, his hooded gaze clashing against mine.

Then he laid back and held her to him, even as she tried to move away. “Get still, pet.” He warned as he moved a hand down to her garter belt and then her ass. “I like the idea of my come inside you.” He squeezed her ass and kissed her temple. “Until I decide to clean you out.” She froze and looked at him and he simply shrugged. “I’ve played and discovered what I like. I have a breeding kink and love to eat pussy.” He brought her mouth to his for a kiss.

The rock shifted and moved, wrapping itself around her arm. “This is Kiss. He is a boa python and has melanism, meaning he is all black.” She unwound him from her arm and offered Kiss to Pagan. “I also have Hug, she is an albino boa. She’s on loan to the zoo right now.” "So cool." He whispered. “Gertie has two kittens, but they stay upstairs.” “She doesn’t like your babies?” Pagan asked. “Not at all.” Shiloh smiled as she took Kiss back and returned him to his enclosure. “The ladies need to go back too.”

My little firecracker. "I want to watch you do your assignment in nothing but sexy underwear." Her eyes turned molten. "I didn't know you had a student kink." I kissed her again, unable to help myself. "what I have is a kink for you. A kink for every." I kissed her collarbone. "Freaking." I kissed the exposed cleavage. "Crevice." I brushed my thumb over her covered nipple. "Of" I kissed the side of her jaw. "You." Then my mouth covered hers again. When I finally pulled away, we were both panting, eyes locked like we were about to do battle. I took her shirt and put it back on her.

I liked it. Standing again, in front of him, I felt shy and self conscious, I was standing right next to him, and he looked that good, and I probably looked like a cat dragged out of water. “First, I need to know that you understand, these kinks, these fetishes, they sometimes have to do with real life issues, like you told that woman from the station, they may be happening in real life, but they are different in the sense that, these are controlled, the entire thing is controlled.”

Her breath hitches and I know without a doubt that she is about to come. When she bites my neck to silence her moans, I am not having any of that. I need to hear her moans to know that I'm doing a good job. I have what people might call a gratification kink or maybe it's a praise kink but since she is out of it right now, I'll settle for her noises.

I added doing the pee pee dance. Kim took some tissue and she wiped herself. She stood up and moved to the side with her pants still down. I pulled my pants down and I no sooner squatted than my pee started to flow out. Kim stuck her hand down between my legs letting my pee run over it. Kim ran her fingers against my pussy as I peed. I was waiting for her to stick her fingers into my pussy. But when my pee stopped Kim pulled her hand back wet with my pee and she asked, “So you will do anything I say?” “Well lick your pee from my hand,” Kim added shoving her wet hand to my face.

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.

Who knew I had a praise kink? “Fuck… you’re killing me…” he grits his teeth and uses his other hand to undo the button and zip of his jeans, allowing his cock some room. He adjusts himself briefly and the shiny, wet head of his cock peeks out above the denim. When he removes his finger, he leans down and kisses me with unexpected urgency, his tongue slides past my lips and strokes my tongue, his lips bruise mine and his hand splays across my collar bone, pinning me to the bed, holding me where he wants me.