Praise Kink Erotica Novels & Stories

Her scream is hot against his palm, a vibrating roar that speaks of utter surrender, of profound, unbidden pleasure. That’s the truth: she wants it. The undeniable proof of her body, the raw, visceral response, screams it louder than any denial from her lips. Her hips grinding against him, the wetness between her legs, the shattering climax—it all speaks a truth that cannot be denied. Her eyes say no, wide and filled with tears of humiliation and rage, a desperate plea for escape. But her cunt says yes, throbbing and sensitive, a testament to her undeniable arousal.

She swallowed hard, then whispered shyly, “There’s… there’s this movie I watched once. The guy was really dominant… but he kept praising her the whole time while he fucked her. Calling her a good girl, telling her how perfect she was… I’ve had that fantasy ever since. I like being praised. I like being told I’m doing good. And… I like when the guy takes control a little.” I smiled, my hand still gently cupping her breast, thumb brushing over her nipple. “That’s not a crazy kink at all, baby. It’s something I can do. But the thing is… you aren’t ready for sex yet. And I won’t do anything without your full consent.” She nodded quickly, biting her lip. “I know. Give me a little time… then I’ll

I found it fascinating, the lengths that these men and women were willing to go in order to satiate their desires. I mostly searched through the websites Phillip frequented, and it seemed to be a very submission based kink, where the women were encouraged to explore the depths of their sexuality in very extreme ways. Things like hypnosis and blowjob training, almost like they were trying to empty their minds into vapid nothingness, creating a void that could only be filled with pure carnal lust and hedonism.

Lila I have no idea how we got here but I'm too horny to think straight. My fingers are fisting his bulge through his pants with our lips merged together. He tastes like vodka and bad decisions. His lips aren't gentle against mine as he cups my face with one arm and fondles my left boob hard with the other. I'm fucking wet, my panties sticking to my pussy. I groan into his mouth, driven insane by the pressure of his lips and fingers. My body dying with pain and pleasure as he pinches my nipple. His fingers leave my face and he settles them quick in my skirt. He wastes no time to have them in my panties already. A tremor courses through my entire being when he does. It's so much different fro

“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.

“A kink, maybe, or the idea of knowing their nude drawing hangs in someone's house somewhere across the world makes them feel powerful…” “Nah, it makes them…I don't know, crooked maybe?” “I think the right word is naughty. Probably when they think about it, especially during sex, it triggers their orgasm.” I can't help but laugh. “Now, that's a crazy kink right there,” I say, my head resting on his shoulder. “I know, right?” He kisses my hair and grasps my right hand, caressing his thumb into my knuckle. “So you believe this Silas man will know about your shadow enemy?”

Then his tongue licked a long, slow stripe from her entrance up to her clit. “Oh my god,” she whispered. The sensation was intense. His tongue was warm and wet, and he knew exactly what he was doing. He licked her again, slower this time, savoring the taste of her juices. Sara’s hands gripped the edge of the desk. Her legs trembled. Professor Kane groaned against her pussy. “You taste so fucking good.” He used his thumbs to spread her lips wider, exposing her swollen clit. He flicked his tongue over it rapidly, then sucked it into his mouth.

“Christ, baby.” He undid my jeans with quick, practiced fingers, tugging them and my boxers down in one swift move. His breath hitched when my cock sprang free, thick and already leaking for him. “God, I missed this,” he whispered, licking his lips like he was starving. My jaw locked. “You’re such a dirty boy, aren’t you?” His cheeks flushed red, but his eyes stayed locked on mine. “Yeah. Your dirty boy.” Fuck. That praise kink. My cock jerked at the words.

But I could bet that it was not only me; he was enjoying himself more. Just when I thought that he was done and was going to leave me, his hold on my hair tightened and he tilted my head at such an angle that now I can see my back in the mirror. My eyes widened when I saw how red my back was. It seems like I have kept my bums on a hot pan and now it has burned red. I felt even more embarrassed when I thought that I actually enjoyed it. How can I? "There is nothing to feel ashamed about," he rasped as if he read my eyes. "Everyone has their kink, which turns them on. It is just that you need to explore them and you won't get any better person to do it than me."

I swallow loudly and immediately reopen my mouth showing it is now empty. “Good girl, you deserve a reward for taking my cock so well,” he says, stroking my cheek. Silently I wait for him to come up with my reward. Knowing full well that now he has discovered my praise kink he will think of something he wants to do but Helen won’t let him do. “I think your ass would like some attention,” he suggests, “all the good little girls like that.” I nod, even though I’m not a particular fan of anal but knowing that if he touches my clit once as he praises me I will come.