Praise Kink Meme Novels & Stories

He says, tracing my juices with a finger, and then pretending to stuff my juices back inside me with his finger. I vibrate. There was something his finger did to me, I can’t find the words to explain it. He spanks my ass with his free hand whilst the other keeps pumping in and out of me. “Yesssss...” “So beautiful.” He praises again and kisses my butt. “You have been taking my dick like a good girl.” He says again. I don’t know what he pauses for but he returns his hand to my ass. “Guess who has a praise kink.” He says right before thrusting inside of me.

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 squeezing 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.

“Today, I’ll make love to you. Let me make love to you, baby.” A roller coaster of emotions explode in my chest. My eyes meet his and I suck in my bottom lip, reaching for the zipper of his slacks. “Yes, please make love to me.” I breathe. Silvan pats my hair and growls, “good girl.” Good girl. His good girl… A delighted thrill shoots through my spine. Right then, it dawns on me that maybe, just maybe, I might have a praise kink. I love being called his good girl. I love being well- behaved for him. Only for him.

Jun bit his plump lip nervously, head down and cheeks pink. "I'm talking about you being a masochist," Namgyu whispered and Jun closed his eyes in embarrassment. "It isn't normal-" "Yes, it is Kim Seokjun." Namgyu interrupted sternly, raising Jin's chin so the latter would look at him. "It's okay to be a masochist. It's normal to have kinks. It is completely okay and almost everyone has kinks. Some people are in a purely BDSM relationship with other people. Just that and nothing more. It's okay, it exists and happens."

I did do good, but not too good, if I did good I wouldn't have had to use affirmations, I hate affirmations. King sees them as a mode of punishment for me, reminding me just how good and relevant I am after degrading me in the bedroom is his kink and apparently mine too. I liked it so much in the past when I was praised but getting degraded and praised at the same time has me orgasming just thinking about it. “I have to get cleaned up, my next meeting is with Hades.” I tell him, rising from his lap. “God,” he murmurs, his hand tracing my ass cheek. “Why do you let me do this to you Camilla?”

I moan loudly when he fills me completely, his front pressed completely against my ass and back as he leans over me, his cock bottoming out inside of me. “You are such a beautiful fucking slut for me.” Tony says, sliding in and out of me at a steady pace. “You’re such a good girl, Caroline.” He continues praising me, his pace slowly beginning to increase, until he’s pounding into me, whispering his praises into my ear as I moan loudly. Fuck, the words he’s saying… the way he’s praising me… it’s making me feel more pleasure alone than I could have imagined. How the hell did it take me this fucking long to realize that I have a praise kink?

She wanted to be chased, caught, and used roughly, but only by someone she trusted to stop if she needed them to. One lonely night, after too much wine and too much scrolling, she downloaded an app called VelvetKink. It was a discreet, anonymous app for people with extreme or taboo kinks. Profiles were faceless unless you chose to show them. People matched based on shared fantasies rather than looks. Elena made a profile. She was honest in the kink section. Kinks: CNC (Consensual Non-Consent), kidnapping, rough sex, being overpowered, degradation + praise, being used, forced orgasms, being claimed/possessed.

I swear my brain short-circuits every time I feel his cock graze against a certain spot inside me. “Vieni di nuovo per me, Principessa?” (Are you gonna come again for me, princess?) he groans into my ear, feeling how tighter my pussy clenches around him. “Ti distruggerai sul mio cazzo come la mia brava piccola troia?”(Will you fall apart on my cock like my good little slut?) “Y-yes—” I moan, I should be turned off, offended by the vulgar language but instead I get more excited, embracing the new kink while feminism gets shadowed by the need to come apart on his cock.

I glanced at the screen, my brows furrowing at the notification. A match. I opened the message, and sure enough, it was from the discreet service I’d used months ago. A way to explore certain preferences and kink without risking my reputation. The offer was tempting, especially given the chaos in my life right now. A distraction might be exactly what I needed, but I had to reject the match. I had found the website of the kinky sex club from Thane, my friend, and also an Alpha. He had been a long member. He's in fact the club's ace in the primal play kink. Many members joined because of him, including me.

Kit and I continued walking around giving out drinks all the while I could hear several of the members saying things about me: "He looks freaking amazing~" "Oh, Goddess~ I would love to feel that~" "I want to touch his ars!!" "He looks sooooohot~" "Is it gay if I want to kiss him? Cause he's so d*mn pretty," "Man, I'd definitely do that~"