Praising Kink Novels & Stories

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.”

I can’t help it, they’re quite sharp. Finding his rhythm, his tongue begins to caress my fang, paying special attention to the tip and the undersides— just like I taught him. “You’re such a good omega, Sorahiko”. He stills, rubbing his thighs together subconsciously. A slight whimper resounds in his throat as he doubles down on his efforts. It can’t be— A praise kink?. Oh. I am so going to have fun with this. “Yeah, Sorahiko…you’re a really good omega”.

on her face. "Come here," she said, pulling me up her body until we were face to face. She kissed me deeply, tasting herself on my tongue. "I'm going to show you something special." She positioned us carefully—our legs intertwined, our centers pressed together. The first slide of her wet heat against mine made us both moan. "This is called scissoring," she explained breathlessly. "We can pleasure each other at the same time." She began to move, grinding against me, and the sensation was incredible. Our clits rubbed together with each movement, building pleasure for both of us simultaneously. I matched her rhythm, finding angles that made us both gasp. "That's it," she encouraged. "Feel how

I scolded myself. “I’m more of a pistol person, but I feel like this is a special occasion, so let’s make it more fun. What do you think about a knife?” I didn’t say anything, and as a punishment, a slap landed on my clit. I whimpered. Pain and pleasure fought for attention. “Whatever you say,” I mumbled, too scared to actually think about my options. “Oh, come on, puppy, don’t be indecisive. That’s not a good trait.” As if I cared.

I get to explore every kink and desire my body has without judgment or hesitation. The mechanic is one hell of a hung guy. He's been eyeing me seriously for years. Waiting for his chance. When I finally gave it to him he took it with both hands and hasn't let go since. The way he looks at me when I walk into his shop. The way his eyes darken with hunger. The way he clears his schedule the moment I text him. It makes me feel wanted in a way my husband never has. And the neighbor's brother with his peacock attitude and his perfect body. The way he smirks when he sees me. The way he flexes just a little more when he knows I'm watching. The way he fucks me like he's proving something.

“Gods, Cherie; you were made to please me. Next time, don’t stop…don’t you dare fucking stop.” She looks confused when I say this and tilts her head to the side. “It was okay? You liked the gagging sound?” “Cherie,” I growl her name. “My cock is leaking because of you, what do you fucking think? Didn’t you want to taste me? Finish what you started, my sweet girl.” The gleam in her eyes tells me she loves the appraisal, and I mentally file it away - my mate has a fucking praise kink, does she? Well…let's see.

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.

I say in an unconvincing voice. He moves his finger an inch. “Dakota, if we are gonna do this, you need to discover your turn-ons and kinks.” I furrow my brows. “My kinks!?” He nods. “That's another lesson you’ll get with me. I think you have a praise kink.” I chuckle. “Is that so? How would you even know that!?” He grins. “ Overachieving academic girls develop praise kink! This is a scientific fact!”

The thoughts of having all this attention on me made me smirk. I put the dildo into my vagina and started moaning. “Fuck! That feels so good.” They stared at me with intent. “Yeah bitch. Get inside that pussy.” I guess I have a praise kink because that only made me push it deeper into my pussy. They weren't interested in furthering the game and just looked at me. The next thing I knew, I saw two girls in front of me, their clothes removed and they started massaging their tits, punching their nipples. “Get deeper into that pussy, babe.”

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.