Praise Kink Stories Novels & Stories

Sarah_Writes: (My friend's verified account) "Cassandra Monroe just delivered the most articulate, devastating takedown of Hollywood stereotypes I have ever read. Required reading for anyone who thinks they understand power dynamics." Elena_M: "I’ve been too ashamed to tell my husband that I want to explore my submissive side. I’m sending him this article right now. You gave me the words I couldn't find." Tears spilled over my eyelashes, hot and fast. The screen was a blur of vindication, empathy, and paradigm-shifting realization. We weren't just defending our sanctuary anymore. We were actively, fundamentally changing the cultural narrative. We were destigmatizing kink on a global scale.

"Oh come on, you can tell us." "Seriously, we are all open books here. You should be too." "I don't like it. Please stop." I try to put some strength into my voice, but it doesn't work. They either don't care or they can't hear me, but they keep going. "You have to have something. All women do. Something they like, something they crave." "Yeah, what is it? What's your kink?" "Please, stop." "Come on, tell us." "Please."

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!"

“You don’t have to earn someone’s care with suffering.” “Oh my God, no.” This was turning into the conversational equivalent of the way they’d just had sex: a hideous combination of mutual goodwill and incomprehension. “The kink is there because she thinks it’s hot. And the rest is because…it’s a never-ending movie that’s all about her. It’s got exotic locations, a supporting cast, lashings of sex and violence, and a love interest who’s part villain, part hero, wholly infatuated. I knows this is going to make no sense to him, but for someone like me? It’s fun not to feel ordinary sometimes.” Cole had said too much. She had said way too much.

*********** Once more, this is my specific kink. It's absolutely fucked up but it gets me off so here we are. You've been warned. Nothing about this is remotely okay in the real world, but it's hot as shit in fiction. This is a slower burn than usual, but big pay off. It will only be two parts. ***********

I slowly drew more and more of his cock into my mouth, my tongue never slowing. Teasing and swirling as I sucked him deeply then releasing just to begin again. Before long I was deep throating him, I could feel the piercings rubbing on the roof of my mouth and my 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 swallow loudly and immediately reopen my mouth showing it is now empty. “Good girl, you deserve a reward for taking my cock so well,” he says, stroking my cheek. Silently I wait for him to come up with my reward. Knowing full well that now he has discovered my praise kink he will think of something he wants to do but Helen won’t let him do. “I think your ass would like some attention,” he suggests, “all the good little girls like that.” I nod, even though I’m not a particular fan of anal but knowing that if he touches my clit once as he praises me I will come.

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.

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.

he mumbled into my ears. His filthy words made me lose all forms of control. I reach out, my hands wrapping around his cock, and he shivers at the coldness of my palm. “Good boy…” I praise patting his head gently, his cock twitching at the praise. Oh, I think he has a praise kink, I have only seen his dominating side, but I love this side too. “You like being called a good boy don't you..” I kneel again, my hands stroking him slowly. Looking up to him through my lashes.