Praise Kink List Novels & Stories

He spoke as he brought out a small, bullet shaped pod that was about the length of my middle finger, and the width of two fingers put together. While I was still trying to figure out what it was, he set it aside and brought out a lace blindfold. He put the blindfold on, and since it was lace, my vision wasn’t completely gone, but I still couldn’t make out much, just faint illumination and shadows. I couldn’t see him though, and it made me whine. I wanted to look at him, to look into his eyes and see his desire for me. I want to see his acknowledgement that I’m being good for him, since he won’t tell me that I’m doing a good job. I want his praise. I never knew I had a praise kink till I met

“I like the idea of combining pain with pleasure. That’s my kink.” “Kink?” I repeated, my brow furrowing. That’s when he finally turned to me, a slow smirk spreading across his face. “You see, a kink is a sexual desire,” he began explaining, and I almost rolled my eyes. “But not the normal kind. It’s the shit that gets you off harder because it’s taboo or because it feels—” “I know what a kink is,” I cut in. “Oh.” He paused, his grin widening. “So what’s yours?”

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

“Have I ever encouraged you to try enjoying the sensation of having a pintle in your mouth or puss?” "Eww! You couldn't do that.” “Or that you're a jerk for being erotophobic?” I restate. "Exactly what is your point?" “Even if it doesn't require much thought, I'll be courteous and break it down. Please let me and my crazy thoughts go, you both.” “That's okay, it's not a big request.” Linda says "Oh, goodness gracias!" expressing relief. "You're so lovely, I must say.” “But I can stand in for you if you can't see Alpha Hunter. Nikki says, licking her lips, "And make it a five-way to die shit.”

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.”

Without a warning, he shoved two fingers into my hole, sending shivers up my spine. As he finger fucked me, he rubbed my clit so hard. “Tell me, I’m doing well,” he said, “Tell me, am I being a good boy?” Did he have a praise kink? Something in me stirred, and my new desire rose in me. And I wanted to play along. “Just like that.” I parted my legs, creating more space for his fingers. “Be a good boy, and fuck me.” A low growl bubbled at the back of his throat. His cock grew bigger and harder.

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."

“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…”

“Except I had to make my Grindr profile private again.” “Damn, again?” When Clay nods miserably, Monica asks, “Why?” “Blind date. Bad Dragon. Don’t G****e it, just trust me.” He holds his hands up, waving them back and forth with wide eyes as he shakes his head slowly. “Not kink shaming, but not my thing. I prefer dildos that are . . . humanoid?” That sounds like a question, but she was not sure she can go there right now.