Praise Kink List Novels & Stories

she says, she might dislike me but she can't say my plan is foiled, Don Romano crafted a simple plan and I upgraded it. Alessandra The younger wives are discussing a new movie in the group, as well as their kinks, it led me to look into it before I saw the movie with them and honestly, I hadn't thought much about kinks, and after researching a little. I've found myself to have a praise kink, I thought I loved it because it was Enzo talking to me but a quick internet search has opened my eyes and mind to a world I didn't know existed. I'm on the bed, biting my nails as I read on and on about breath play, and when Enzo appears from his walk-in closet, I pause, gripping my phone tighter as I wa

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.

his encouragement had my body jerking in his arms and causing a not so soft moan to slip past my lips. He broke off contact for a few seconds. “Someone has a praise kink.” I opened my mouth to deny it and as if already knowing that, he set out to prove me wrong. “That’s it baby girl, you’re doing so good, stroking me so well…one day, you’re going to take me so good in your tight little pussy.” And that does it, I let out a little scream as my body jerk, dragging out his own orgasm along with mine.

"Uhh what is this for Terry ?" "Well for sleeping on planes and taking naps in my trailer during long days". He says, then I hold up the handcuffs and he chuckles. "That ... well I can't make up a good excuse for that". I throw him a pair of boxers, winking at him. "Well well well, so the perfect gentleman Terry Hanson is really a kinky bastard". "What can I say ? There are a lot of things my fans don't know about me". He says winking at me as he pulls on the boxers.

He was wearing a black leather jacket with a white v-cut shirt on the inside and jeans. “Have I met you before? Because you seemed to be very familiar.” He said as I leaned back in the car showing off my curves. “I don’t think so but I get that a lot. Do you perhaps want to tell me your name?” Well, I am always the gutsy one that can ask. I have quite the communication skills, especially with beautiful men. “Oh, Excuse my rudeness. I am Ken Addams. And you are?” As he offered his hand for me to give mine for a kiss.

The whole thing felt surreal. I had spent a solid hour last night researching the Dom/Sub dynamic. Apparently, as a submissive, you have to earn your Dom’s praise. And oddly enough, I think that’s my kink—praise. It always made my day when Alex gave me even the most casual compliment. It was like being showered in gold.

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 squeeze 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.

Her half-baked plan to pretend to be a clueless, vulnerable kid to make him drop his guard around her seemed so laughable now. She didn’t need to pretend. She felt terribly awkward and vulnerable after revealing to Eton Domino, of all people, her most embarrassing kink: that she got off on being forced, used, demeaned and called derogatory words. None of her former boyfriends had known about that particular kink. Kaia had always been too ashamed to tell them, feeling like a freak for getting off on something like that. ***

“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.

And that is how locker s*x turned into angry s*x. “Ah Kyler ! Fuck !!” I spoke through gritted teeth when Kyler suddenly pinched and twisted my n*pples pleasurably hard and went King Kong with his Big Gong inside my tight chute. I did not know which was more arousing- his dirty talk or watching his thick pink sausage thrust in an out of my squelching hole in front of the locker room’s long mirror. Grrrrr. Oh shit ! I just realized that I was into and had a major kink for it, coz it did not take long before I was disobeying my furious mate and creaming all over his joystick just because of it.