Praise Kink Stories Novels & Stories

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

I didn't even know I had any kinks, but I sure do. Praise is the biggest one I have, but then there is the submission and submissive kink. His control over me in the bedroom knocks me on my ass. Usually I'm thrown on the bed, but it still knocks me off guard. Being told what to do and several more that I enjoy and find very arousing, but when he's brought me to my first climax and then pounded into me as if he didn't love me? As his fingers traced my clit and pushed me over again while he finished inside me, it gave me the power I didn't know I had. To bring a grown ass Alpha to his knees makes me smile.

I liked it. Standing again, in front of him, I felt shy and self conscious, I was standing right next to him, and he looked that good, and I probably looked like a cat dragged out of water. “First, I need to know that you understand, these kinks, these fetishes, they sometimes have to do with real life issues, like you told that woman from the station, they may be happening in real life, but they are different in the sense that, these are controlled, the entire thing is controlled.”

This short story of how I would eat your pussy. It was written just for you. Read it and enjoy it while stroking your sweet wet pussy. I want you to get wet. I mean really wet reading about me doing this to you baby. I want your body hurting badly, nipples hard and your clit swollen and throbbing before you insert anything into it. You might even want to print it and lay back on your bed and love your body while you read it. It's my special gift to you.

Ariel I’ve always had a slut kink. I wanted to be manhandled, pulled, slapped, and fucked in every hole. But by who? That was the problem. I wanted someone strong enough to handle me and someone I was attracted to at the same time. I looked at the clock on my nightstand and it felt like it was mocking me. It had been exactly ten minutes since I’d swallowed the "special" tea I’d bought from that underground shop, and only two minutes since my boyfriend, Mark, had shattered my pride over the phone.

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

“Relax. It was just for the experience. I just turned twenty-one. I had enough sexual experience at that time, but I was more curious about kink and those kinds of stuff.” “How was your experience?” Smirking, I watched her reaction closely. “It was wild, refreshing, and overwhelming.” “Wow. Have you tried?” “I think you don’t wanna know.” “Actually, I do,” she replied excitedly, but deep inside, I knew she was jealous and felt insecure as if she lacked some experience. “It was just sex, darling. With toys and kink. Too wild for you to watch. Have you watched porn?” Her cheek burned. “I take that as a yes. It’s something like that. But no camera, no scripts, and definitely no cuts. They study

This story is a sequel to "Rite of Submission" and I will do my best to make it as much of a stand alone story as I can, but if you feel lost, you might want to read the first book and then come back to this one. Some the the themes and scenes found throughout the story could be triggering to some people. Please educate yourself on kink etique and negotiate clear terms before proceeding with your partner and always have a safe word in case things become too much. Don't forget to negotiate your aftercare as well.

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.

She was suddenly aware of how shabby her jeans and simple sweater looked in this opulent space. "It's okay. Call me Damon." He gestured to the leather sofa. Ara sat, clutching her bag like a shield. Damon remained standing, studying her. “I’ve read every book you’ve written,” he stated. “All twenty-three. Your imagination is… exceptional. Filthy. Creative. It's a shame you've landed in this current situation.” Hearing a stranger acknowledge her erotic work so bluntly made her stomach twist.