Praise In Sex Novels & Stories

‘You can't call it shameless when it's your soulmate,’ she said, turning to lay on her back. ‘Did I forget to mention that he's our soulmate?’ ‘Shh, let me enjoy this,’ She nodded. ‘Yes, good call.’ I'm welcomed by a breathless moan as he used his fingers to pry my folds open. My hips buckled and he used his hand to press my body down before resuming. This man knew how to give a testimony because he was filling me with praise. His tongue worked a miracle down there and my hips swung with appreciation.

she continued "if I wanted to just have sex with you I would've trust me ,we had a lot of opportunities" "So you actually had it in mind, I don't look like a sex toy Prisca" "Are you serious right-" "Oh I am. I feel so ashamed that I touched you and let you touch me , damn I feel so stupid for falling for you" he continued "is this the same thing you did to the man that was old enough to maybe be your father?" "Don't you dare say anything about-" "Or what? are you going to slap me again?". "Fuck you"

- It was clear that she referred it to sex. — Not just with the sex, of course that's an important and positive and appreciable part, and I seem to be off to a good start. – My self praise made her laugh to the point of being distracted by my speech becoming a little more comfortable than I could have imagined when we talked about that subject. "She's very convinced of what she says, don't you think?" - She questioned watching me closely, we were again in whispers, I liked that, the way I approached, resting my right hand on the grass to observe her better, with more autonomy while she seemed susceptible to leaning towards me.

“You’re creaming so much all over my cock, baby. Such a good girl taking every single inch like you were born for it. Your tight little cunt was made for me… designed to milk me dry.” I was moaning uncontrollably now, loud and broken, my legs wrapped tightly around his waist, heels digging into his lower back to pull him even deeper. The constant stream of filthy praise made me feel desired, wanted, and sexy in a way I had never experienced before. Every dirty word, every growled compliment pushed me higher and higher, making my pussy clench even tighter around him.

Patrick teased. "Dude, do you think a woman like Melissa, full of herself, bossy, and knows what she wants, would stay with a guy who was a prince in the bedroom for so long?" Fred questioned. "Worse, no. Melissa is a real woman!" Patrick responded. "I think you're the one who seems inexperienced, Flavian," I decided to share my opinion. "Women like sex as much as we do; the thing is how much pleasure we can give our women. If we are able to make them come and feel loved and adored, they can completely surrender to what we propose."

I wasn't sure what I was begging for, but I felt I might die if he kept this up any longer. “Go over for me, baby.” He said. That was all it took for me to fly off the cliff. I sobbed into the ceiling as my hips bucked. I felt myself losing touch with reality. His fingers still thrusted in and out of me, giving me no respite even as I spasmed out of control. “Such a good girl.” He said as he withdrew his fingers when I finally came down from my high, breathing erratically. I didn't know how it was possible, but I could feel more juices flowing out of me at his words. I never knew I had a praise kink.

It was a journey of exploration and connection, a testament to the depths of our desires and the power of our connection. As we lay there, basking in the afterglow of our passion, I marveled at the beauty of our union. We had surrendered to the fire that burned within us, allowing it to consume us in a blaze of ecstasy. Our bodies may have found satisfaction, but it was our souls that had truly been nourished in those sacred moments of intimacy. After our passionate encounter, I couldn't help but shower Calla with compliments. Her sensual prowess had left me in awe, and I couldn't contain my admiration for her. With a gentle touch, I caressed her cheek and looked into her eyes, my voice fill

“Are you aware of how embarrassing you sounded?” “Don’t be such a prude. What do you think is more addictive than money? It’s sex, dear! Use your body properly. If you can’t communicate with your husband through words, then do it through your body. Trust me, it’ll work. Sex is my specialty, remember? Do you still remember the tricks I taught you? Use it on Luther and I swear, even the devil will melt. It’s you, after all. If I could make the men come to me, you could do it, too. In fact, I know you could do it way better than me.”

I moan loudly when he fills me completely, his front pressed completely against my ass and back as he leans over me, his cock bottoming out inside of me. “You are such a beautiful fucking slut for me.” Tony says, sliding in and out of me at a steady pace. “You’re such a good girl, Caroline.” He continues praising me, his pace slowly beginning to increase, until he’s pounding into me, whispering his praises into my ear as I moan loudly. Fuck, the words he’s saying… the way he’s praising me… it’s making me feel more pleasure alone than I could have imagined. How the hell did it take me this fucking long to realize that I have a praise kink?

I praised, my hand sliding down his back to grip his ass through his shorts, kneading the firm muscle. I’d already noticed he had somewhat of a praise kink. Anytime I praised him, it seemed to drive him crazy. His breath hitched and his cheeks flushed whenever I complimented him. Tonight, I planned to use that, draw out every moan from him until he was trembling. Drive him to the brink with pleasure. As expected, he whimpered softly into my neck from my words, hips grinding down instinctively, his own erection pressing hot and leaking against my stomach. I flipped us carefully and then settled between his spread thighs.