Praise Kink Lines Novels & Stories

“So fucking bad…” It’s as if my words jolt them into action. Shane gets on his knees in front of me, pushing my knees apart and uncovering my upper thighs. He stares for a beat. They all do. Me too. There’s a wet line running the length of my slit and clearly visible through the triangle of lace covering my mound. Shane rubs the pad of his thumb over it and brings it to his mouth, tasting my most intimate flavor. His eyes roll to the back of his head, and his eyelids fall while he keeps licking his thumb. When he opens back his mesmerizing baby blues, the kinky motherfucker looks to his friends, rumbling, “she tastes fucking amazing. Sweet and rich. Fuck, I’ll never get enough.” He pins me w

“I mean…what we do now is fine.” I curled my hands around my desk and leaned forward. “Yes, it’s fine, and vanilla has its place, but you and I both know that it’s not enough. Not for you and not for me.” “I…” she shook her head and into her lip. “What is it?” “It’s just…I’m weird right? For liking those things. It makes me...” She didn’t have the words, but I understood her feelings about it. Everyone questions it. “There’s nothing wrong with kink. You shouldn’t feel shame for having those desires.”

I wasn’t pissed, I was into it. And NO for you sickos with twincest fetishes. Even if either of us were bi, we wouldn’t be bi together. There are lines, and while I would never kink shame, don’t project your kink on me or my brother. I’m into it because it’s Zoe, and she’s fucking sex even if she’s making out with my brother. “Oh shit!” Henrik exclaimed.

Then, if I cum all over I have an acceptable excuse and I won’t just have to say sorry. He must realize that I am not completely relaxing, so he stops and lifts his head to say softly, “Sugar, it’s alright. Some people think it’s highly erotic to suck on toes. It’s considered a kink, and if you like it, go with the flow. I live to please you and want you to experience every pleasure I can possibly give.” His voice trails off and then he whispers, “By the end of the night, I will have penetrated every hole and you will learn to love it.”

“There’s a word for it?!” “There’s a word for every kink, Princess.” I hummed, trailing my fingers over the veins of his forearms. Meeting his eyes, I shyly whispered, “Then what are you into?” “You,” he answered, kissing me softly on my lips. “Very much into you. But if we are talking about kinks, I like to humiliate and degrade. Sometimes…” I kind of figured that Hayden would like that because, despite being a Princess, I was into humiliation and degradation. But he stopped what he was going to say, looking at me and shook his head.

she mutters. “You shouldn’t,” I say as I bring her body closer to mine. “Make me feel good Heath, make me feel so good, and beautiful and secure,” she whispers. “Just say you have a praise kink Fiona,” I tease, “because a woman this beautiful should never feel insecure about herself, I will make love to you in a way that each time you think badly about yourself you would remember how I loved each of your body parts so good that it would be an insult to hate yourself.”

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.

They were an audience, but a participatory one, their own arousal simmering as they observed. Abegail obeyed, turning and kneeling on the soft velvet. She arched her back, lowering her head, presenting herself. The cool air kissed her skin, making her shiver. Kael knelt behind her, one hand spreading her cheeks wide. The other, slick with fresh lube from a bottle Leo passed him, traced a thick, cold line down her cleft, circling the tight, puckered entrance of her asshole. “So small,” Kael murmured, almost reverently. His finger pressed, not entering, just applying pressure. “Gonna open you up so wide.”

"Yes. Just like that, Niko. That feels so fucking good. Don't stop!" Her words make pre-cum weep from my aching dick. Shit. She definitely isn't the only one with a praise kink. I bite into her thigh, marking her where no one else can see, and her gasp sends a fresh spike of arousal through me. My mouth finds her clit again, swirling and teasing until she's bucking her hips. "Come for me, sweet girl," I demand, knowing I have her right at the edge. A harsh groan burst from her lips as her juices flood my mouth, and I swallow it all greedily.

“Please, I want you, not your fingers.” Well, she definitely doesn’t have to ask me twice. I’ll never tire of her, and I’ll never tire of this. The desire in her voice when she moans for me, her begging, the way she sucks in a breath just before she orgasms. I’ve recently discovered that my little fox has a praise kink, and I use it as much as I possibly can just to see her face when she knows she pleases me. I’m the luckiest man on this fucking planet.