Degrees Of Lewdity Novels & Stories

“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.”

(𝘕𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘢, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘨) 𝘌𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 4- 𝘔𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬, 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘱, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘳 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 (𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨). 𝘖𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘵, 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘦.

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.

“Nate said the penalty for adultery is death. He killed his first wife for…” “I know what my brother is capable of.” Levi’s jaw clenched. For a moment, I saw something dark and painful flash in his eyes. “But we haven’t done anything. Not since you married him.” “Because we can’t,” I said desperately, even as my traitorous body leaned into his touch like a flower turning toward the sun. “This is insane. We can’t…” “Can’t what?” His voice dropped. Rough and intimate. One hand slid up to cup my face. “Can’t want each other? Can’t think about that night? Can’t remember how perfectly we fit together? Can’t fuck?”

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.

just this once" have I heard from you since we've known each other?" "Aish. I smell stinginess here," she mumbled. "I heard that," I said, jumbling her hair. "What? Don't do that," she grumbled, trying to avoid what I was doing to her hair, but she couldn't because I was wrapping my other arm around her shoulder. "The sight was so sweet that I think I'm going to puke." Then I heard that familiar, bitter voice. "They're shameless, doing public affection inside the school grounds," said the other irritated person.

Lewd. Lena was losing her mind inside my head. Howling, growling in pleasure. Drunk on the aftershocks still rolling through my core like slow thunder. I didn't care about questions or consequences. I only wanted more. More of his mouth, more of his hands, more of the way he looked at me like I was something he had starved without.

“Now ruin it.” He withdrew until just the tip remained, then slammed back in. A brutal, punishing thrust. Leila screamed, her nails digging into the leather. He set a relentless, rough pace, each drive a claim, each withdrawal a tease. The slap of his hips against her ass filled the room, a lewd percussion to their choked moans and filthy talk. “You like this?” he grunted, pistoning into her. “You like getting your ass fucked by a gay man?” “I love it!” she shrieked, pushing back against him. “Your cock is so deep! I can feel it in my guts!”

Pulling a narrowing look at her, I seek to correct her words and misunderstanding which was about ninety percent true. I pulled the pant through my thighs, it had my breast bouncing heavily were I uttered. “I don’t fornicate with your uncle and you should stop saying such things, someone might get the wrong idea. I’m not into older men.” In addition, I then told, just to clear the air. “I prefer fresh younger dicks, and for the record I don't do pussies.” Thought I now saw that my nudity was driving the girl to the wall. It was obvious that she was a Les, and not being judging but I did find their taste disgusting. I’m open to their gender of choice but-