Novel & Cerita Praise Kink Ao3

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Each touch, each caress, pushes me further toward the edge of ecstasy, leaving me trembling with desire and anticipation. "I want you to touch me," I rasp, my voice breathless with desire, my body eager for him to fulfill my every craving. “That’s my girl,” he murmurs against my skin, his words sending a wave of unexpected happiness coursing through me, hearing him say that to me. Do I have a praise kink? I’m not given time to dwell on that as he moves his hand from my other breast, now focusing his attention on massaging and pulling my nipples between his fingers. With each caress, wetness pools in my core, aching for his touch there.

Without a warning, he shoved two fingers into my hole, sending shivers up my spine. As he finger fucked me, he rubbed my clit so hard. “Tell me, I’m doing well,” he said, “Tell me, am I being a good boy?” Did he have a praise kink? Something in me stirred, and my new desire rose in me. And I wanted to play along. “Just like that.” I parted my legs, creating more space for his fingers. “Be a good boy, and fuck me.” A low growl bubbled at the back of his throat. His cock grew bigger and harder.

“Gods, Cherie; you were made to please me. Next time, don’t stop…don’t you dare fucking stop.” She looks confused when I say this and tilts her head to the side. “It was okay? You liked the gagging sound?” “Cherie,” I growl her name. “My cock is leaking because of you, what do you fucking think? Didn’t you want to taste me? Finish what you started, my sweet girl.” The gleam in her eyes tells me she loves the appraisal, and I mentally file it away - my mate has a fucking praise kink, does she? Well…let's see.

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.

My eyes zero in on her mouth, and my cock twitches at the thought of her wrapping…. “Yes,” my eyes flick back up to hers as the grin on my lips pulls even wider. “Good girl,” her pupils dilate and I realize my little vixen has a praise kink. I’ve had enough practice with Finn over the years to have a Bachelors in the art of the praise kink. Moving so that I’m seated with my back against the headboard, I spread my legs, palming my cock over my slacks. “Erin, why don’t you be a doll and strip Finn.”

I say in an unconvincing voice. He moves his finger an inch. “Dakota, if we are gonna do this, you need to discover your turn-ons and kinks.” I furrow my brows. “My kinks!?” He nods. “That's another lesson you’ll get with me. I think you have a praise kink.” I chuckle. “Is that so? How would you even know that!?” He grins. “ Overachieving academic girls develop praise kink! This is a scientific fact!”

"How do I overcome it?" "In this context, you must learn that your submission is a form of trauma magic, a space where you heal on deep psychological and spiritual levels. In this context, you learn that your submission, if freely chosen and carried out safely and consensually, is a feminist act. Your pleasure is inherently good, and Kink is a space where you can safely explore power and powerlessness." Licking my lips, I thought about what he had said. Clint's eyes zeroed in on my mouth, and I could not stop myself from swiping my bottom lip, seeing his pupils dilate.

Stretching her walls as I get past the knuckles and my hand is buried deep inside her. “There is my good little slut. How does it feel having my entire hand inside you. God this pussy is amazing.” I tell her as she thrusts back trying to take more. I think I’ve unlocked a new kink for her. “You like this don’t you?” I keep pumping my entire hand in and out of her sweet pussy. Her moans loud as she nods her head with total certainty.

“Crawl to me my little Kitten.” That word dripped like warm honey down my spine and before my brain could process, my knees started to bend towards the floor slowly. When my knees finally hit the thick carpet, I expected to feel utterly humiliated, to be mad at myself or at him but I’m slightly taken aback at the thrill that goes through me.. All I felt at that moment was overwhelming arousal and need. “Good girl.” He praised and I swear I almost melted into the floor, my praise kink shining through. My body flooded with heat and my lips parted.