Praise In Sex Novels & Stories

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?"

I replied, and her next words were muffled as Enzo filled her mouth again. “You feel so good, princess. Every inch of you was made for pleasure.” Enzo groaned, and his praise made her inner walls pulse, and grip me like a vice. “Damn, sweetheart. Do you have a praise kink? Do you like hearing what a good girl you are for us? Yes you do. I can feel what it does to you. You gripped me so tight.”

"You truly have a gift for creating moments of pure bliss." Isabella blushed at Rajesh's words, feeling a warm pride and satisfaction. Her heart swelled with warmth as she realised her impact on their lovemaking and connection as a trio. She had always believed in the power of intimacy, and seeing it come to life in front of her was incredibly fulfilling. Moments like these reminded Isabella why she had dedicated herself to the art of pleasure and the exploration of human desires.

At first, she was shy but the longer she spoke, the more excited she became. “I am so proud of you, my love.” I told her when she finished giving me the full details of her first-ever night of passion. “It’s sex, that’s not something to be proud of me for. It’s just normal.” Was she for real? “Girl, it’s not regular sex. You guys made love. You guys marked each other. You guys made an unbreakable bond. It’s definitely something to be proud of.” I told her. “That’s what I told her too.”

Every change gives me one more win over Joshua. Ezra pulls me into a side hug and kisses the top of my head. I know he’s pleased that I’m letting go of the past. I'm trying. I really am trying. Of course, Ezra teaching me that sex can not only feel good but also be a lot of fun is helping me a lot as well. Who knew there were so many different positions and so many different places two people could have sex? My mate, apparently.

Only when her voice was raw, her need undeniable, would I relent, letting those words slip and watching her body go soft, yielding, finally at peace. There’s a thrill in knowing just how powerful praise can be, how it can shift someone’s entire being, breaking down walls they don’t even know they have. And with her, I plan to use it well. Not just here, in this room, but whenever she earns it. Anytime she resists the urge to be defiant, to act out, I’ll reward her, calling her my good girl. Maybe even giving her a playful spank, just enough to make her gasp and see that softness, that glow in her eyes, knowing it’s all because of a single word.

He asked me to do it again and again and again. “Nice,” he said after a few more attempts “Hold the kneeling position.” I sat back down my heels, opened my knees a little further and placed my hands on my thighs, palms down as he taught me. He is now standing on my right side and I am waiting for his next command. He tapped the small of my back with his cane and I arched a little more. After what seems like forever, he speaks again. “Good boy,” he praised. How praises totally warms my heart in a way nothing ever did before. I can't explain the gratifying feeling these words produce in my body, but what I physically feel is a little twitch of my dick.

I thrust brutally into her. - Hooo... handsome... Humm... you're so big... my vagina... damn.... - Humm... You're very tight... as you said... so good... your pussy... is good. I take a moment to appreciate the velvet glove that envelops my penis. Now, I hammer her with passion. - Hummmm... you fuck me so well, you're so skilled. I love hearing her praise me; my ears adore everything she says. I fuck her with even more vigor. My cock plunges deep inside her again and again.

Matteo moved inside me with those same controlled powerful strokes from our first time but somehow it felt different now, felt like worship rather than punishment, felt like he was trying to make me feel cherished even though I'd told myself this was just about physical pleasure. "You feel like heaven," he groaned, one hand sliding under my hip to angle me perfectly. "Like you were made for me, bella, like we fit together in ways that shouldn't be possible." I didn't respond with words, just wrapped my legs around his waist and met him thrust for thrust. I knew men could say anything during sex, so I understand his words was from the pleasure he was feeling. None of it was true. The sex was