Praise Kink Lines Novels & Stories

I slowly drew more and more of his cock into my mouth, my tongue never slowing. Teasing and swirling as I sucked him deeply then releasing just to begin again. Before long I was deep throating him, I could feel the piercings rubbing on the roof of my mouth and my tongue, and I could only imagine what it would feel like inside of me. When he began to moan out loud, the good girl in me felt immense satisfaction. I have a praise kink, so I always did anything to get my partner to praise me and call me a good girl.

“Who knew that dying could be someone’s kink?” I continuously couldn’t think of anything, completely dumbfounded by the situation.The hand moved. The tips of his fingers passed by between my breasts, almost tickling me, and stopped at my throat.Another shiver ran down my spine, and I had to bite the fabric in my mouth so I could stop the gasp that was going to leave it. This was fucked up. How could I enjoy the touch of someone who wanted to hurt me

The choker looked perfect on her — elegant black leather and silver, discreet enough to pass as jewelry in public, but unmistakable in its purpose to me. “Don’t worry, babe,” I said softly, my voice low and intimate. “Your internet searches are safe with me. Every late-night tab you opened when you thought no one was watching. Every video. Every fantasy you tried to bury. But I…” I reached out and gently traced the edge of the choker with my fingertip, feeling her pulse jump beneath the leather. “I never knew this was your kink. Tell me, princess — what else do you like? Masked men? Knife play? The thrill of being completely at someone’s mercy? Say it.” Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. She

I was dangerously close already. “Smile, Ava,” Kai whispered in my ear while pretending to show me something on his phone. “You look like you’re about to cum undone in front of half the city’s elite.” Kade leaned in from the other side, voice barely audible. “If you make a sound, we’ll pull you under the table and make you suck us off while they keep talking.” The threat sent a fresh gush of arousal through me. The new kink they’d introduced was public denial combined with the constant reminder of ownership through the collar tag and jeweled plug which was pushing every button I had.

Before long I was deep throating him, I could feel the piercings rubbing on the roof of my mouth and tongue, and I could only imagine what it would feel like inside of me. ‎When he began to moan out loud, the good girl in me felt immense satisfaction. I have a praise kink, so I always did anything to get my partner to praise me and call me a good girl. ‎ ‎I always want to be daddy's good girl. ‎ ‎My hands did not stay still either; I took the time to stroke the taut muscles in his legs and squeezing his tight ass that I have stared at for so long, until now... Then I reached up to fondle his balls, touching lightly and working on them with my fingers as my mouth worked on his pierced c**k.

My praise kink made itself known by causing me to shamelessly whimper as I began to ride him, "Really?" "Yes, doll. You are doing so well." He whispered and I moaned softly as I bounced myself as fast as I could, on his cock. "Touch me." I cried, and he harshly spanked my ass which drew a moan out of me and prompted me to ride him even faster than I'd ever imagined I'd be able to withstand. "Sei il mio bellissimo petalo." He gritted out, undoing my zipper before attaching his mouth to one of my tit while twiddling the other.

Seb coos. Chia looks at him with a those multicoloured eyes and raises her eyebrow then leans down to send a shot to the hole by Seb hip. It really shouldn't be so alluring that it's perfectly aimed, but Seb has long learnt that attraction is a funny, unexplainable business. But it's a certainly enjoyable one. And kink shaming is for prudes or conventional people who despise anyone who isn't white, cis or het. Chia considers her next move before saying cheekily, "Are you implying I'm a mummy's girl?"

“This is…” “Arousing.” She completes the word for me and lurches to my side, to the place I am staring at a woman whose cunt is full display on the camera. “People have these kinks they'd love to learn or to try.” She begins and I give her my full attention. “I was able to learn that from a few of my friends who wanted to explore that types of sex shits others don’t acknowledge, I came up with the idea of…creating a website and making it available for those that want to explore those kinda kinks. Like tying a woman to a bed with ropes or handcuffs, swatting a woman’s ass cheeks, cunt, pulling her upside down to fuck her, ways to scissor, ways to make your partner bleed and shits like that…”

They are going to revaluate my performance, you don't work in a bdsm company if you're a kink-phobic. We accept everyone and every kink, no shaming, no disgust, every employee goes through a mental check up once a year. Mine came early, if I'm not stable, if I'll have random panic attacks, if I get an anxiety attack every time I have to deal with a dom. Then this job isn't made for me, they'll give me some financial settlement before kicking me out.

It was infuriatingly hot and wicked of her because, while I sat there, twitching, shuddering and fighting back moans, she just talked through dinner like her hands weren’t rubbing furiously on my clit. I should have known. Sitting together would mean she gets to do something filthy with me, because we don’t sit close. At all. I tried to smile, to stop the expression of pure ecstasy from clouding my face. Her hands moved slow and agonising on my clit, pressing the perfect amount of pleasure. The pace was perfect. Slow. Torturous. I was so fucking wet and surprised that I would be into a kink like that—Her fingers making me shudder and wet under the table at dinner while we pretend nothing is