Degrees Of Lewdity Novels & Stories

"Victor is an aesthetic hedonist. He buys beautiful things and breaks them when he grows bored. If you approach him as a delicate flower, he will take you, conquer you, and discard you again." Adrian's thumb stroked over Julian’s bottom lip, pulling it down slightly, exposing white teeth. Julian felt a shudder run through his core, a sharp spike of arousal that caught him off guard. "You must be the poison he willingly swallows," Adrian continued softly, his thumb tracing the curve of Julian's jaw line down to his throat. "You must be arrogant, elusive, and utterly unattainable until he is crawling on his knees. He must believe you are superior to him in every way—wealthier, sharper, cooler,

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.

“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.

“Sin and wanton, lascivious desires.” Father turned to her. “Is this true?” His face was kind, his gaze comforting. “Has there been trouble and lies and deceit and sin?” His cheeks were flushing pink. “Deceit and sin and . . . ?” He turned to Mother Mary Joseph. “If you please, what was the rest again, Mother?” “Sin and wanton, lascivious desires,” she heard herself saying, the two elders glancing at her in shocked silence. “That’s what Mother Mary Joseph said, Father. Sin and wanton, lascivious desires.”

He looked even hotter up close. “Good girl.” The small praise made my pussy clench. “Your father told me you’ve been out of control. Watching dirty videos. Touching yourself in the open like a slut. Is that true?” My face burned with shame, but hearing him say those words turned me on even more. I nodded slowly. “Use your words, Hilda.” “Yes… it’s true,” I admitted, my voice small. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. His muscles flexed. “And you think that kind of behavior is okay for a twenty-year-old girl?”

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.

I felt like I was in Fifty Shades of Grey for crying out loud. The worst of the worst came when I read the soft and hard limits of our arrangement. The soft limits were spanking, bondage, blindfolding, edging, teasing with implements such as feathers, ice, and wax, use of words like sir or master when addressing him in the bedroom, and no speaking without permission. I was horrified that it was even a soft limit. It should have been a hard limit. He also included light degradation and humiliation, role-play, and the use of toys on me.

Paul takes in the forbidden sight of his naked sister, his eyes lingering on the light blonde triangle of pubic hair and he can't control the reaction of his manhood. "And if a man shall take his sister, and see her nakedness, it is a wicked thing; and they shall be cut off in the sight of their people: he hath uncovered his sister's nakedness; he shall bear his iniquity. Leviticus 20:17," he shouts at his sister. "Snap out of it Sharon!" he yells as he steps closer to her. "Snap out of it!" But there was no snapping her out of her drug-induced sexual arousal.

⚠️Content Disclaimer: This story contains graphic depictions of explicit sexual acts, including oral sex, anonymous encounters, public restroom settings, gloryhole scenes, multiple partners, and themes of sexual degradation, exhibitionism, and female submission. The content is intended for mature audiences aged 18 and above. Reader discretion is strongly advised. All characters depicted in sexual situations are consenting adults over the age of 18. This is a work of fiction and should not be interpreted as an endorsement of unsafe or non-consensual sexual behavior.

Trisha shook her head again. Trixie was asking because she was going to warn Denny Vero later not to go overboard. They are aware of BDSM and other kinds of kinky kinds of stuff, and some people like it rough. This rough sex also has its levels, mild, extra rough, and extreme. Trixie, more than Trisha, is well aware of the danger it could bring, intentional or not. So Trixie was thinking about warning Denny Vero never to abuse Trisha.