Novel & Cerita Praise Kink Meme

“Please, I want you, not your fingers.” Well, she definitely doesn’t have to ask me twice. I’ll never tire of her, and I’ll never tire of this. The desire in her voice when she moans for me, her begging, the way she sucks in a breath just before she orgasms. I’ve recently discovered that my little fox has a praise kink, and I use it as much as I possibly can just to see her face when she knows she pleases me. I’m the luckiest man on this fucking planet.

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.

“It really was good?” “I know I keep saying it, but it was amazing. They were really gentle, not pushy at all, and there was no weird vibe, no demanding I let them slap me in the face with their dicks or any of that stupid shit some men want. Well, some of the men that have texted me want that. So childish.” “It is. Weird too.” Kim’s face twisted in disgust. “I guess people have different kinks but let a man slap me in the face with his dick, he won’t get the fucker back.”

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.

I wasn't sure what I was begging for, but I felt I might die if he kept this up any longer. “Go over for me, baby.” He said. That was all it took for me to fly off the cliff. I sobbed into the ceiling as my hips bucked. I felt myself losing touch with reality. His fingers still thrusted in and out of me, giving me no respite even as I spasmed out of control. “Such a good girl.” He said as he withdrew his fingers when I finally came down from my high, breathing erratically. I didn't know how it was possible, but I could feel more juices flowing out of me at his words. I never knew I had a praise kink.

"3 thank you" By the 4 and 5 whip I almost cry out the words.. it hurts like hell by now and already before the last one hits I am crying and it takes three tries to whisper. "6 … thank you". I don't like this ... I hate this ... the pain and humiliation ... it's just not my thing ... but apparently it's Byron's so I guess I have to deal with it or lose him.

Her pupils dilate from the praise, so I ease myself in a bit farther. "That's my girl, take this cock until your eyes roll back with pleasure. Let me own this pretty pussy. You've been naughty denying this pussy my cock for so long."I say praising her and her legs open wider as her hips tilt down to take more of me, and she winces from the pain. I still, giving her a moment to own the self-induced pain. Siena has a praise kink which makes me even more harder, have never met anyone who’s matched my energy before and she does it effortlessly.

I glance to find him looking at me pitifully. “Oh, sweetie, you’re so anti kink,” he says. “There’s nothing disgusting about it, unless, you know, you’re doing it to some caveman who hasn’t washed in months, and even that is not a problem with a condom. Also, regardless of how you feel, it can earn you in five minutes the money you’d receive for hours of mowing lawns or working in, I don’t know, McDonalds or something.” “As long as mowing lawns doesn’t demand sucking someone’s cock in a public restroom, it’s preferable to me.”

When he finished, I blinked. “So… your kink is… jerking off in front of ladies?” I asked hesitantly. He chuckled softly, a little embarrassed but still honest. “Well, you’re quite correct. It’s actually jerking off in front of someone I really like… and then releasing on their face. It’s my weird, simple kink.” My eyes widened slightly, but I found myself nodding. Strangely, hearing him say it so openly didn’t disgust me. If anything, it made my stomach flutter with nervous curiosity.

“Yep.” “Follow me.” We step out into what looks like a cocktail reception. “Oh, and one more thing,” the man says. “Lift your hair, please.” I lift my blonde hair and feel him wrap something smooth around my neck. “All done. Everyone participating is wearing a ribbon. The color indicates what your kink is.” I look down at my pale pink ribbon. “So pink means —” “Gangbang,” he finishes for me. “Every time you fuck someone, you can get them to initial this.”