Degree Of Lewdity Novels & Stories

I pressed my thighs together tighter under the desk, trying to ignore the growing throb between my legs. My nipples tightened against the lace of my bra, pressing noticeably against my blouse if the light hit just right. I hoped he wouldn’t notice. He continued, voice growing richer. “Degradation adds to the intensity. Calling her my filthy whore while she’s soaked and desperate. Pinning her down, yanking her hair, slamming into her from behind until she’s screaming. And breeding… the fantasy of pumping load after load into her unprotected pussy, filling her until she’s overflowing, imagining her swelling with my seed. Marking her as mine in the most primal way possible.”

THEMES: Blackmail, Reluctance, Manipulative Coercion, Security room, Unconscious Cheating, Unintentional Cheating, Forced Subduing, Trickery, Harsh treatment, Belittling, Nonconsensual KINKS: Rough sex, Intense Spanking, Hair pulling, Forced Blowjob, Degradation, Dirty talk, Lewd dirty name calling LENA'S POV Barely holding back a sigh-------- for my own good-------- I nod, zoning out while she keeps talking and scolding myself some more for spreading my legs for that smug rival.

“I can endure your anger towards me, but insulting Diane just like that—as if she was a whore? That’s one thing I can’t miss to deal with, Leandro. I won’t ever standstill, and I might even disown you as my brother!” Fille de joie* /ˌfē(yə) də ˈZHwä/ in French literally means ‘girl of pleasure.’ It is used euphemistically to refer to a prostitute.

"I am your mother, and I'm trying to help you work through these inappropriate feelings before they lead you further into sin." "Inappropriate feelings," I repeat, letting out a sound that's supposed to be a laugh but comes out more like a sob. "Right." "This isn't funny, Caleb. Lust is a serious matter, especially when it's directed toward someone who should be as a sister to you. The Bible says that whoever looks at a woman lustfully has already committed adultery in his heart, and when that woman is family..." She draws in a sharp breath. "The consequences are even more severe. You cannot continue down this path of—”

Almost modern in its focus on the woman’s pleasure. I’m attaching photos of my copy. Let me know what you think. Also, I’m curious. What’s your professional opinion on the literary merit of Les Plaisirs? Is it just pornography, or is there something more? Q EMAIL From: s.holt@cityarchives.org To: quillan.west@privatemail.com Subject: Re: Inquiry: Les Plaisirs Interdits (1782) Date: March 5, 2026, 9:14 AM

…Though it would seem that no matter what methods he used, be it rubbing one out beforehand or meditating, it would all be rendered useless by a single misplaced touch from his darling. It was as if he, Levi, was a hormonal teenager. It was unscientific! Even when he had indeed been a hormonal teenager, he was not even close to being THIS horny! His baby must indeed be a sinful little incubus. ❤ Hehe, once he, Levi, got his hands on this little temptress, he'll be sure to "teach" him how to "behave properly". Let's see if he'll dare swing his little ass seductively again after getting fucked hard to the point of being unable to get out of bed the morning after. (≖‿≖)

His scarred hands moved fast, wrapping and unwrapping as he worked the bag with steady power. Lila bit her lower lip. She pulled out her phone and opened her secret folder. The videos showed rough, dominant older men fucking younger women hard. She turned the volume low so only she could hear the moans and slaps. Her free hand slid down into her tiny cotton shorts. Her fingers found her clit right away. She was already wet. The wetness coated her fingertips as she started rubbing slow circles. Damien kept hitting the bag. Each punch made a loud thud that echoed through the empty warehouse. Lila rubbed her clit in time with the punches. She started slow and careful, pressing just enough to fe

The scent of him—sandalwood, whiskey, and pure, unadulterated male musk—was overwhelming, intoxicating. “You have no idea what you do to me,” Adrian growled, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through Leo’s chest. “Watching you at the office, all buttoned-up and proper. Knowing what was underneath. Knowing what you really are.” He lowered his head, his lips brushing against Leo’s ear. “You’re a dirty little slut, Leo. And you’re all mine.” His words were a violation, a humiliation, and they sent a jolt of pure, undiluted lust straight to Leo’s groin. He was so hard it hurt, his cock leaking against the silk of the panties, a shameful testament to his own depravity.

Rhoda came over and hugged them both, saying, "Breakfast is ready, my dearest beloved," she said as she yanked Ruth from her crib, waddling. But Rudolf persisted and quickly said, "verse 18,' flee from sexual immorality. All other sins a person commits are outside the body, but whoever sins sexually, sins against their own body."

I could sense his yearning too, feeling the hardness of his desire. Wayne's eyes gleamed with anticipation at my words. The subsequent events unfolded rapidly. In my pajamas, I shed them with haste, mirroring his urgency. He stood tall, while I lay at the edge of the bed, legs spread wide. "I want it rough, Leigh. Can we do that?" He inquired, his hand gliding over his arousal. The sight of his proud, throbbing length sent a surge of electricity coursing through me. I nodded. Could I deny him now, when I was aflame with the same fervor?