Praise Kink Meme Novels & Stories

"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."

My vapidness would love to smack some sense in him. ‘Cheers!’ Another wrote with clinking glasses. His teeth would look better on the ground or better as toppings. ‘Can I have some?’ The following goes on. I'd like to have some of your arteries too. ‘Cheap drunks!’ You think you can afford the cheap in the wildest of your dreams. The netizens had a gala day sharing memes amongst themselves. I have become a laughingstock. It ranges from hilarious to disgustingly vulgar. For what? For outspeaking and spitting facts at a jerk's face. For standing up by the side of a vampiress who is forced to become his sex slave. For having opinions that do not reconcile. For wanting to be admired.

“Ready Meme” “Ready bitch, let’s do this”, she says. Gabe and Spin get close enough for us to grab ahold of each other, and as Meme grabs my shoulders, I poke at her gut, causing her to giggle profusely and lose her balance before she falls backward off of Gabe’s shoulders and into the water.

"Tell me, do you like being choked, Maria?" Well shit. Unknowingly I clenched my thighs together and moaned. He smirked at my action, and I was red in embarrassment. What the fuck was that!? "There is nothing to be shy about. No one should be embarrassed by their kinks." He held my chin, making me look at him, still smirking. That was a kink? Which one? He caught up to my confusion. "Fuck! How innocent are you?" He asked while his hands go through my hair.

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.

I praised, my hand sliding down his back to grip his ass through his shorts, kneading the firm muscle. I’d already noticed he had somewhat of a praise kink. Anytime I praised him, it seemed to drive him crazy. His breath hitched and his cheeks flushed whenever I complimented him. Tonight, I planned to use that, draw out every moan from him until he was trembling. Drive him to the brink with pleasure. As expected, he whimpered softly into my neck from my words, hips grinding down instinctively, his own erection pressing hot and leaking against my stomach. I flipped us carefully and then settled between his spread thighs.

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

Suddenly Pusscat is standing in the door. “Getting a little drink”. I hold up the plastic bag. “Cheers”. “There are bags upstairs”. “I am soaking up the atmosphere. Are you really talking the cows into all this ?” Pusscat let’s out a small laugh and walks to the fridge. “These days it is no problem living out any kink you might dream of. It is no longer a sport convincing Your victim to let their hair down. It seems to be a requirement to have at least one fetish or kink in each home”.

Those eyes make me want to claim every inch of her. Blake, kneeling behind her, thrusts into her with steady intensity, drawing an instant whimper from her lips as her body trembles, clearly on the edge of something. Leaning close, I trace the line of her jaw with my mouth, letting my lips brush her skin as I make my way up to her ear. “So, you have a praise kink, Alissia?” I whisper, pulling back to watch her reaction. Her eyes shift, a flicker of confusion in them, as if she doesn’t quite grasp what I mean.

Aidan commanded, turning my head to look at him. I opened my eyes to see him smiling, and I obeyed. Mentally, I swore if he called me a good girl, I’d hurt him. I’m not into that shit. I know many women who are into that. However, I don’t have daddy issues, I don’t crave being praised, and I feel that phrase is demeaning, like the male is treating the female like a pet rather than his equal. I won’t shame anyone who’s into it. Everyone’s allowed their kinks.