My Love For Flattery Means I Have A Praise Kink!

Has a girl ever told you that she has a praise kink?

 

I never knew about my praise kink until my current boyfriend called me a good girl. I literally felt tingles go up and down my spine when he said that while I gave him a blow job. He was enjoying it even more than usual for some reason, and he just said that. Then, I swear I grew so turned on by it. I didn’t think much of it until he repeated it when we had sex a few nights later. I think he could tell I liked it by how I responded. But I didn’t want to come right out and say I liked it. In a way, it made me feel like a dog, lol. Being called a good girl, like I was being praised for my good behavior or something.

I kind of was, though. Then, I mentioned it to a girlfriend of mine, and she said it was called praise kink. I hadn’t heard of that before, but she said she enjoyed it as well. She said the guy she’s dating is a bit submissive, and he likes being called a good boy. We had a good laugh over the silliness of the situation. I wanted to go out of my way to please my guy so he might say it again, and it’s been working. I love sucking his cock and making him happy. He’s pretty easy to please as it is. So it’s not any huge stretch to get him being grateful for going that little extra step.

His birthday was last week, and I decided to give him a night he’d remember.

I got some new lingerie to look extra pretty for him. I got my hair and my nails done and made us a wonderful dinner of his favorites. He came home and was so happy I’d gone to all the trouble. His favorite dishes are a bit labor-intensive, so it was quite time-consuming to do them all. I got the praise I was seeking. I told him that if he thought I was a good girl for making dinner, he should just wait. After dessert, I had planned for some extra fun in the bedroom. I smiled at him and winked, and he looked like he couldn’t wait to find out. The bedroom was filled with candles and soft lighting, setting the mood for my praise kink.

I’d laid out all the fixings for a wonderful massage. Some fragrant oils, chocolate body paint. Oh, it was a lot of fun. I even spelled out “good girl” on my thigh and asked if he’d lick it off. Boy did he, and of course, he went higher, to my pussy. I was all creamy and ready for him. Now, I know licking pussy is one of his favorite things. I sucked his cock afterward and then I rode him so hard. He likes to lay back and have me do all the work. I don’t mind, he’s got a lovely cock I can always make myself cum on when I angle myself just right.

We were both a bit slick with the massage oils, feeding my praise kink.

He said I was such a good girl to have gone to all the fuss. I loved it, I really did. I knew he’d always remember the night. Also, I will always remember how many times he told me I was a good girl. We made one another cum so hard. So many times. Then we headed to the shower to wash all the oil off of one another. Soaping him up in the shower, of course, got him hard again. I stroked his cock with my soap-covered hand and he was breathing so hard. The steam was swirling around our wet, soapy bodies. I kept pumping and pumping, and not long after, he came.

I watched his spunk go down the drain as he emptied his balls with his cock in my hand. He washed my hair, which I always love him to do. It was a memorable birthday night, and we both went to sleep wrapped up in one another’s arms. I truly love being his special, good girl.

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