Praise Kink Lines Novels & Stories

While that was part of the reason, the main reason was that she had a praise kink. She wanted me to call her a good girl and tell her how sexy her body was when she showed herself to me. It didn’t mean she had low self-esteem. It only meant that being praised turned her on a lot. She let her dress fall to the floor, and she stood in front of me in her underwear. She was about to unclasp her bra when I stopped her. I walked behind her and got close enough that her ass was pressing against me. I unclasped it and let it fall. I brought my hand forward and played with her nipples. She moaned and threw her head back. I was obsessed with her tits. They were just the right size, and they felt so go

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.

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.

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.

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.

I lick my dry lips, and nod, not trusting myself to make coherent sounds. “Since you chose to move, I think I’ll take the scenic route back to where I was. After all, there are so many delights to be enjoyed along the way.” he grins devilishly, as I close my eyes and moan with a little disappointment that he is making me wait to feel his tongue where I desperately need it. “Don’t pout precious.” He slowly runs a finger along my bottom lip. “Open.” He commands, and I obey. “Good girl.” He slides the tip of his finger between my lips and my pussy clenches, my clit throbs, and I suck gently, swirling my tongue around his finger as he pushes it a little deeper. Who knew I had a praise kink?

My tongue snakes out of my mouth, and I run it from the top of his shaft to the end of it, my hands fondling and massaging his balls. “That feels so good Kitten.” I take him into my mouth one more time, pushing out my tongue to make room for him, I gag and choke, saliva dripped down my jaw, he hissed, moaned, and shook from the onslaught of pleasure. “Such a good girl.” he muttered over and over, He had unlocked the praise kink, as I gagged on him, tears sprung from my eyes as I tried to push past the tip point. My hands find his ass, I massaged the firm flesh, whilst trying to push him further than my throat could take at the moment.

I whimper at the feeling of both the pleasure and the pain. He let out a chuckle, a guttural sound following after. "For the first time in five years, I'm very proud of myself for waiting. . ." He stops himself, exhaling through his mouth. "You are so amazing. So tight. So wet. So warm. And you take me so fucking well. You should win a price for being such a good fucking girl." My praise kink activates and a loud moan escapes my throat. "Yes Matteo! I'm your good girl!"

"Degrading, huh? Tell me more. And I want to know everything, in depth." "It's weird but, I have a praise kink too. I like it when you tell me how good I'm doing, or when you tell me how pretty I am when you're inside me ... or when you tell me I'm a good girl." I say, getting hot. He's just soaking all this up. "Go on." he says. "I like it when you're dominant and aggressive with me. I like it when you tell me what to do or when you make me submissive."