Romans & histoires Praise Kink Books

CHAPTER 33 JULIA My whole body is thrumming with so much adrenaline. My heart is pounding, sending blood to my ears. I can’t believe I did that. What the fuck. I did that? I’ve always gravitated towards the nastiest books, reveling in the most deranged sexual positions and kinks. I considered myself self-righteous because I never watched p**n. I’ve always found it overstimulating and all over the place. I preferred to read it, like a lady, and tonight, I finally indulged in everything I’ve read. I always thought the books created an unattainable expectation, but this was perfect.

I wanted to press the red button which indicated a help signal, but I was still wondering what he wanted to do to me. He knelt down while his nose sniffed at my entrance. I was wearing a long, straight silk skirt that covered my thighs. He lifted my skirt up gently and slowly, bringing his nose deeper. I didn't tell him to stop; that was because I loved the way he made me feel as I fought hard against my moans. My head tilted back and my mouth went agape the moment his hands touched my already wet entrance. His fingers pinched my clit while I let out a devouring moan.

*********** Once more, this is my specific kink. It's absolutely fucked up but it gets me off so here we are. You've been warned. Nothing about this is remotely okay in the real world, but it's hot as shit in fiction. This is a slower burn than usual, but big pay off. It will only be two parts. ***********

The stretch is that perfect combination of pleasure and pain. “Fuck” Rasmus mutters as he slides back out of me, I open my eyes as he’s on his way back in. “Harder, Rasmus” I moan. He obliges and I wrap my legs around him, hooking them together at the ankle and using my heels to push Rasmus back into me. “Shit. Oh, shit. Leda” he whispers as he thrusts in and out. “Oh fuck. You feel so good.” I never knew I had a praise kink, but Christ if I don’t love how vocal he’s being.

I asked, panicked that I may have hurt her. “So good!” She slurred out in ecstasy. “That’s my good little darling.” I praised, earning a satisfied sigh from her. Praise kink noted. I would tuck that away for later. For now, I went back to work, alternating between licking the slick gushing from her core as it ran down my hand and laving circles over her hard little clit that rolled like a marble under my tongue. I could tell by the incoherent sounds and erratic thrusts of her hips that she was close.

and trying to close her legs. But I didn’t stop. I pushed her panties aside and slid one finger along her slick folds, finding her clit and rubbing it in slow, gentle circles. She gasped, her book dropping to the floor with a soft thud. I kept going, teasing her until her hips started twitching. Then I eased one finger inside her tight, dripping pussy, curling it just right while my thumb kept working her clit.

“Open.” I hesitated only a second before parting my lips. He pushed his fingers inside, letting me taste the salty, musky blend of us. I sucked obediently, tongue swirling, eyes locked on his. The act felt filthy and intimate all at once. My pussy clenched again, empty and already hungry despite the two devastating orgasms he’d just ripped from me. “Good girl,” he praised, pulling his fingers free with a soft pop. “Now bend over my desk. I’m not finished with you.”

Those eyes make me want to claim every inch of her. Blake, kneeling behind her, thrusts into her with steady intensity, drawing an instant whimper from her lips as her body trembles, clearly on the edge of something. Leaning close, I trace the line of her jaw with my mouth, letting my lips brush her skin as I make my way up to her ear. “So, you have a praise kink, Alissia?” I whisper, pulling back to watch her reaction. Her eyes shift, a flicker of confusion in them, as if she doesn’t quite grasp what I mean.

Kinks: Blackmail fantasy, public risk, oral worship, glasses kink. In the hushed, dimly lit expanse of the grand library, the scent of aged parchment and dusty tomes filled the air. The soft hum of the fluorescent lights overhead cast a cool glow on the polished wooden floors. Among the towering shelves, Laila, the librarian, was engrossed in a book, her eyes hidden behind her thick-rimmed glasses. Her fingers traced the pages, her cheeks flushed with a secret pleasure as she lost herself in the smutty tale.

Her pupils dilate from the praise, so I ease myself in a bit farther. "That's my girl, take this cock until your eyes roll back with pleasure. Let me own this pretty pussy. You've been naughty denying this pussy my cock for so long."I say praising her and her legs open wider as her hips tilt down to take more of me, and she winces from the pain. I still, giving her a moment to own the self-induced pain. Siena has a praise kink which makes me even more harder, have never met anyone who’s matched my energy before and she does it effortlessly.