Degree Of Lewdity Novels & Stories

Zhang, Zor Empire. As/A: 3085. An Epitome of love, lust and desire. "Sealed with a Kiss" are sacred, and so is laying, enslaved to a woman's Lechery; caught between the perfume of her breast and warm embrace. Climaxing in erupting pleasure, but yet in pain, pain upon the sight of the flowing streams of blood and corpse... Washed down by greed and sins of men who wanted more, but Valued less.

Looking across the table at her, Heath watched the sharp edge of her white teeth crease the flesh of her bottom lip, the first outward sign that she wasn’t as calm as she wanted him to believe. One thing was certain: the beautiful Rowena was not a candidate to break his dry spell. There were consequences, and he didn’t just mean for her. His job, his show, and the responsibility he had to his listeners, it was all too important to throw away on a sexual whim. Despite what his fath… Steven seemed to think, he had standards. Somehow, over the past few years, Dr. Lovejoy had gotten a reputation. Rumors abounded about his sexual prowess and his conquests. Women he’d never met claimed to have spe

It's just the first installment of her disloyalty towards the prince and trying to demolish his image publically. But on the other hand, her despondency and desperateness to unbound her shackled wrists, unexpectedly made her appear erotically all sensually enticing, alluring and luscious to his famished gaze, salacious sinful desire slowly starting to reign over his sanity and crazily demanding his beast to taint her soul, marr her dignity tonight with his dirty immoral deeds. Disregarding all the symptoms of her naked fright, his own concupiscence, he impatiently opened the side drawer and pulled out a black silky thing, a gift rolled in velvet for his enslaved possession.

Biting (receiving) —4 Kissing (giving) — 5 Kissing (receiving) —5 Zapping (electricity) — 3 Ice cubes — 5 Wax play —5 Clothes pegs — 3 Knife play —5 Fire Play —2 Breath play Breath control — 2 Choking — 4 Humiliation Teasing — 3 Humiliation (private) — 1 Humiliation (public) — 1 Verbal humiliation — 1 Spitting — 2 Objectifying — 1 Shaving — 1 Sexy clothing — 3 Outdoor scenes — 2 Public exposure — 2 Body part torture Nipple clamps — 5 CBT — 1 Sounding —3 Fetishes Feet — 1 Boots — 3 Underwear (panties/lingerie)— 3 Chastity devices — 3 Masks — 1 Leather — 2 Roleplaying

“Open your legs, Tesoro. Let me feel your wetness.” I couldn’t —take this anymore! “Ah!” A moan left my mouth as his fingers ran over the slit of my womanhood, I shrunk in his arms embarrassed. Lorenzo chuckled darkly. “You’re dripping, Aeval. Your cunt is begging to be filled to the brim,” the silk dug inside with his fingers as I let out a gasp. “You have not left my mind for a single second, baby. Fuck. I missed the feel of your tight little pussy.” No, no, no. This wasn’t right. Despite the turmoil, my body seemed to be moulded to his, the light stubble on his chin scraping my naked trembling flesh as if he wanted to leave his marks on me. Like a wolf marking his territory.

His hand slips under her dress while the others keep chatting, laughing — like it’s nothing unusual. My legs, covered up to my knees, start to burn. Everything in me burns at the sight. I let out a shaky breath through my mouth. This indecency is irritating… isn’t it? — Why is everything with you nephilim always so…? — Lascivious? — He finishes for me, one brow arching. — Promiscuous? I give him an ironic smile. — I was going to say liberal, but sure, promiscuous fits.

Even though she said she didn't like it, she couldn't help but look at that erect thing. To Bella's embarrassment, Levi bluntly teased her more, "Don't you like it? I thought you liked it, every time you made love it made you crazy and happy, don't you remember how it made you moan until you were hoarse? Tonight too, it will make you so passionate that you'll faint from joy-" The vulgar and lewd words coming from this man made Bella just want to crawl into a hole to hide. She covered his mouth and raised her voice to warn, "Don't talk anymore!" This scoundrel!”

Lust, however, is an exceptional case. Known for his promiscuous ways and his penchant for indiscriminate and unprotected sex, it is no surprise that he has so many offspring. It is said that after he tired of his fellow demons, he spread his tentacles across all realms- both mortal and supernatural. According to him, variety is the spice of life.

Something a thousand times more powerful than curiosity or irritation. Chemistry. Electric, fiery chemistry that snapped the air taut and made his body throb in a vicious response that was entirely sexual. Which all went to prove that the male libido was no judge of character, a fact that he’d learned a long time before. With a shake of his head and a cynical smile, he continued to walk, relying on hard physical exercise to dampen the almost painful reaction of his body.

Oh, and Lydia, but she wasn't quite sure if Lydia liked her or not anymore or was simply tolerating her for politeness's sake. Everything else had been wrong, though, or so she hoped. It was depressing to think that men could be so shallow and disgusting that they would trade women purely for more sexual gratification. Sure, there might be some women who pursued that too, but it couldn't be that every man was that way. What kind of standards were those?