Am I Lewd Enough Novels & Stories

Gross Gross! ‘Yeah, why the fuck are you even thinking about that shit?’ Leo’s voice came through the link. Shit these damn walls. I needed to really question Selene about the right to privacy. ‘Hey, don’t make me sound like I'm weird, I just have a very advanced overactive imagination. I bet you men think of women’s boobs and stuff.’ I felt a sliver of jealousy at just the thought. ‘Na, not once have I wondered who has what piercing or what fucking wax they got going on. Unless it comes to you. You’re really something else you know that?’

Levy I’m not sure what to think right now, I mean I just fucked my son’s ex-girlfriend. So many emotions are swirling around my head that it feels like it might explode. I couldn’t resist her anymore, the way she stood there in that damn black lingerie and those stockings. She is enough to bring a stronger man than I down to his knees to beg for her. She smiles at me wickedly, “you are a hot fuck, Levy. No two ways about it. I can’t wait until you can take your time with me in the bedroom.”

“If you like you can say you’re working.” “I’m not a slut.” “That’s a pity, because I want you to get down and dirty in about ten minutes from now.” “What happened to you?” I wailed. “You aroused my beast.”

Norah couldn’t believe how honest she was being. It wasn’t like her to be this blunt, but after everything that happened, her dignity was really a luxury she couldn’t afford anymore. “Yes, Leo, I’m tempted by you… I’m extremely tempted to say yes to your every request, but I’ve never had sex with a man just for… physical release. I wasn’t raised that way. It makes me feel cheap even considering it.” “You’re incredibly insulting when you want to be, aren’t you, Norah? The problem, I think, is that you don’t know how powerful this particular… painkiller will be. Or how effective…”

Like keeps his distance. “I seriously don’t know about this Tate. I mean it’s a bit weird. Honestly, I’m not sure that I could. It feels so,” Liam is struggling to find the words. In exasperation I lift my arms up and then slap my hands down on my thighs. “Crikey Liam, it’s not the end of the world. It’s just sex. We’re eighteen, we’re practically adults so what’s the big deal? You have sex with lots of random girls without batting an eyelid so what’s the issue?”

A cold feeling spreads from my chest and I wonder if I can do it. I'm not innocent in mind, I have filthy thoughts a good number of times every week, but that's because everyone I like is so sexy and they can't stop making me think things like that. Lyros and his sudden bursts of passion. Cain and his kiss.... Will I be capable of letting men have their way with me if I am asked to do so? Images flash past my eyes, images of unwanted hands grabbing at me, palms marking every inch of my flesh. Unwanted attention and lewd jokes. I would scrub my skin until it peels and it still wouldn't be enough to get that away. I shake my head.

"My problems are way too enough for me, I don't need love to make me cry again." Leilah laughed. "Thanks God for Aisen, he has nothing to do with love, that's why he is my dude." Leilah added. "And we are not your guys?" Liam asked "You are, just that I don't do guys that cry over girlfriends, I mean, it's so boring right." Leilah answered and dipped her spoon in the ice cream bowl and licked it.

Fucker number four said while trying to touch me which didn't happen since Amy pulled me closer. "Excuse me?" I asked in disbelief. "Look at you and look at me. It's like my father or grandfather hitting on me. Disgusting!" I said and I heard Amy muffle her laughter. "What good are you infront of my hot and handsome husband! I don't have such fucking low standards. Don't you get girls and guys like before? Or did they stop approaching you since you're no less than man-whores." Bless my sassy self. I'm proud of my self for saying what I wanted to say if I ever saw their faces again.

I sat back in the tub. “Let’s stop talking about him.” He massaged my shoulders. “You should relax, sweetheart.” “I have a question.” “Yeah, what’s your question?” “Are you a pimp?” “Well, that was unexpected. I mean, I would classify myself as a pimp. The word has a bad, uhm, what do the Americanos say, a uhm, bad vibe to it. I would say I’m a world-class lady seller.” “Do you have sex with the women?”

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey babies! What do you think of the punishment? Good enough? Too much? or you're the I NEED THE FUCKING SEX!!! 😂😂