Prise Kink Novels & Stories

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

Hurrying over, Cindy saw the famous doctor Adam Kincaid dressed in ripped jeans and singlet, black jacket and his boots. "Shelly, Kiara I think I'm seeing things." She said sounding so unsure. Shelly laughed, "I very much doubt that." Kiara rolled her eyes, "And you still insist that I'm the dramatic one." Cindy gasped. "What's there to not be dramatic about? Our favorite doctor goes to a night club?!" "Jackpot!" Kiara exclaimed. "What's the name of the club?" Shelly asked. "I don't see a name but we can run the club image, I think I saw the logo somewhere," Cindy replied taking over the laptop.

The choker looked perfect on her — elegant black leather and silver, discreet enough to pass as jewelry in public, but unmistakable in its purpose to me. “Don’t worry, babe,” I said softly, my voice low and intimate. “Your internet searches are safe with me. Every late-night tab you opened when you thought no one was watching. Every video. Every fantasy you tried to bury. But I…” I reached out and gently traced the edge of the choker with my fingertip, feeling her pulse jump beneath the leather. “I never knew this was your kink. Tell me, princess — what else do you like? Masked men? Knife play? The thrill of being completely at someone’s mercy? Say it.” Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. She

Party A must comply wherever Party B asks for the third kiss. Consequence if the condition above is not met: If party A fails to give Party B three kisses each day punishment will be given and Party A must comply. Punishment if Condition # 1 is failed to do: Party B can initiate the kiss and is allowed to request what kind of kiss or where Party A should kiss Party B. Party A must comply with Party B's wants in this punishment. But if Party B will ask for another kiss as a punishment instead of taking full control of how the kiss will happen, Party A has the right to initiate the kiss.

How the hell did it take me this fucking long to realize that I have a praise kink? I cum, my juices flowing all over his cock as my pussy tightens around his thick member. My orgasm pushes him to his own, and he releases deep inside of me, his seed filling me as he roars above me. We both take a few moments to catch our breaths, but before we can say or do anything, the door to the backseat by our head opens. Thankfully, it’s just Nick. “Well, no wonder I got so hard while I was in there.” He says, smiling down at us while moving to close the door enough so that only he could see us.

I sit up straighter and shrug off my blankets. “How close did you get to your last girlfriend? I recall she had some kink, what was it again? I can’t seem to…”. “You freaking bastard, I didn’t do any of that shi…”. “Ah! A piss kink was it? Well, I’m not one to kinkshame, it’s a good thing I don’t bring up the past right, Sakura?”. I smile brightly at her. She has to know I’m a kind and understanding friend.

Now, it wouldn’t be later that she comes out. “Well, let me hear you say it, then.” Primo kissed her ears, still didn’t break the gaze, while his hands massaged her breasts. “Scream it. Let the echo of voice fill your ears as I ride your pussy to heaven.” Shit. Just everytime Primo talks dirty, Georgia just couldn’t help herself. At this moment, she just unlocked a knowledge about herself–and it is that she has a kink for his voice during sex.

For the amount you're getting paid, you should come to my door in a gingham dress, pie in hand, braids flowing, two given names, and knees ready to be scraped on short notice. My breath hitched. Did that last description really need to happen? No. Could I even think about something other than my cock in her clever mouth? Nope. Klaus: That is uncomfortably specific kink. Klaus: I'm happy to report that I do, in fact, own a gingham dress, know how to make a cherry pie, and give the most incredibly beautiful oral sex. Klaus: And then there are braids. That's going to cost extra. They make me look hella young.

Who knew I had a praise kink? “Fuck… you’re killing me…” he grits his teeth and uses his other hand to undo the button and zip of his jeans, allowing his cock some room. He adjusts himself briefly and the shiny, wet head of his cock peeks out above the denim. When he removes his finger, he leans down and kisses me with unexpected urgency, his tongue slides past my lips and strokes my tongue, his lips bruise mine and his hand splays across my collar bone, pinning me to the bed, holding me where he wants me.

“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.