Praise In Sex Novels & Stories

She definitely loves it when I praise her, and there is so, so much to praise. “Hold your knees up to your chest. Good girl, just like that.” A trail of her juices glistens as they drip from her pussy and run down over her back hole as she follows my instructions without missing a beat. The thought of claiming her there makes my cock jump and drool like a rabid beast.

I frowned “What do you mean exaggerated?” “In the book, it's like sex is liberating… You can do the nastiest and dirtiest thing to your partner with consent… and it's going to be pleasurable. The acts in it are wild, the praises, the names, the way they treat each other, bringing out the beasts in themselves and managing to keep it loving and romantic. Don't you think all that is exaggerated?” She turned to meet my eyes and she held my stare, I was grateful for that. “What has sex been like for you?” I asked

They were lousy actresses. “Oh, yes, I agree that he is a fucking god in bed. That ladder piercing on his cock only adds to the incredible pleasure that he sends through the body. Don’t forget about the way that he always makes you come at least twice before he even thinks about his own release or the way that he worships your body for hours as if you were his own personal goddess. Not to mention all of the amazing aftercare that he insists on like washing every inch of your body and massaging your muscles after each sex-a-thon.” Game on, bitches. They had not been expecting me to retort with any of that, which just made it that much better. They were clearly at a loss for what to say in res

She likes to be told she’s lovely and smart. “No, that’s not it. My little valedictorian likes to be praised, doesn’t she?” A whimper. The prettiest, sexiest sound I’ve ever heard comes from her throat. “Clever girl like you, you want to hear how good you’re doing. How perfect you are. How well you’re taking it.” I feel our fingers getting wetter the more I talk. “Well, baby, you’re doing so fucking good. Do you feel us touching your pretty clit? Do you feel how swollen we’re making you? How wet you are? So good, baby.”

“‘I don’t think I could handle that.’” “I’m sure that’s not true. You’ll have sex when you’re ready. I’m curious, though… what makes you think you’d be any different with me?” “‘Honestly… I didn’t mean to say that. But I’ve been listening to your show for a long time and it’s obvious you know what you’re talking about. Maybe that’s what I need… a MAN who really understands how to give a woman pleasure. Who knows how to ignore the fear... how to make it disappear…’”

Trisha nodded. Kanda waved a finger at her. "What did I say?" he questioned before he stroked her ass where the red marks were just starting to fade. "Are you going to make me punish you?" "I can do that for you," she whispered as she trembled. What he had said sounded like a threat, but why in the hell was she so turned on over it? "Good girl," he praised as he spread her wide and slowly pushed himself into her. Both shuddered as his whole length was enveloped by her velvety soft wetness. "Kanda," Trisha whimpered as she shivered. Was sex supposed to be this good always? Had all of her previous partners just been duds?

Preshy looked up at me in undisguised admiration. ‘I always thought you would be hot stuff’, she said softly, ‘but that was unbelievable – I’ve never had sex like that before, not ever, not that shook me so deep down and took me so high when I came.’ I smiled warmly, because there was no doubting the sincerity with which she said this – and, truly, although the last decade had been a bit of a desert, I had slept with enough women over the last twenty years to be able to recognise a five-star fuck and, on that scale, this had rated more like ten stars.

He again slide them into my inner thighs and pulled upwards gown. He slowly run them against my hairy pussy flesh. I jerk. My legs instantly jerk. They loose stance and vibrate non stop. Really good his tight grip prevent I crash over pleasure to the hardened ground. I heave heavily. Who really is he?. He's no true alpha for nothing. He's excessive powerful in all known ramifications. He's powerful in both combat and sex. His single act alone bestows unknown reactions, pleasure and unexplainable non stop cravings up my head. He sure is worthy of his true alpha position.

I can’t stop watching her, I’m hypnotised by the way her breasts bounce with every roll of her hips, the way she keeps biting down on her lip to muffle her moans. “Noah” I groan. “You feel like magic, trouble.” She smiles, moving faster. “You feel good too, Rowan. I love how you fill me up. You’re so perfectly hard for me.” I’ve never had a girl praise me before. I’m so lost in the essence of her, the feel of her pussy, the way she clenches around me every time I praise her. We move together like we were made for this, perfectly in sync, every roll of her hips met with my upward thrust.

Yep, I'm getting sexual urges on my periods. "What did it say?" She asks, pulling on a pare of boyfriend jeans. She looked cute. "It said and quote,' this is yours'. End of quotation." Would it be bad if we just make sex a thing in our relationship? I mean we can just make sex the only thing between us right? Thea! Stop it. Your suppose to hate him. "Huh.... that's all?" Grace's voice rang from the receiver drawing my attention back to our conversation. "Yep," I wanted to stop there but I was curious as to where he was," do you perhaps know where he is?"