Degrees Of Lewdity Novels & Stories

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

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 saw Dylan who was working out and his German Shepherd barking out unnecessarily on his way. Perhaps it was asking for comfort from its master but I was sure that Dylan was in no mood for it. I made my way to the garden excitedly after freshening up. When I crossed Dylan who was busy doing push-ups, I was stunned for a moment to notice how well-built the figure he had. He had possibly eight-pack abs. A perfect body that could be defined as a Greek god. His curves were wetting the floor with his hot sweats. Eyes focused somewhere inside the garden. I wanted to treasure his body for a while but his eyes suddenly averted to me.

"I think I finally understand in my very bones why she rubbed her lower half and went crazy like a madwoman just from secretly stealing a glance at that beast's gargantuan weapon." "The suffocating taboo thrill of harboring a lowly slave's cock inside my highborn, tender cunt heated my flesh and melted me down like candle wax." "As that heavy girth, hot as a ball of fire, relentlessly pounded into my slick folds as if to crush it..." "I felt as if my inner flesh was melting into water from the friction heat, pouring out endlessly." "Furthermore... when the thought crossed my mind that you, my exalted Lord, were watching every bit of me being lewdly defiled from outside the door."

They were staring, giggling behind their hands. Stupid bitches. I turned to Marley, whose silence was almost worse than Lexis’s drunken aggression. He just sat there, puffing his cigar, his eyes unreadable. Lexis leaned in close, his face so near I could feel the heat of his breath on my neck. “Wouldn’t you like it,” he whispered, his voice sickening, “if I had a taste of that sweet pussy of yours?” That was it. My fear cracked wide open, replaced by pure rage. I shoved him with all my strength, scrambling to my feet.

Ederic's touch caused Aaron's abdominal muscles to tense. He desired to ruin him and wanted to fuck him day and night. The thoughts were deeply shadowed, twisted, and ominous. Despite the forbidden nature of their physical connection, they paid no heed to the societal norms dictated by so-called elders. They were willing to embrace the impurity, refusing to dwell in the illusion of an ideal life and caring little about the judgments cast upon them.

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!”

“He’s just an arrogant, mocking jerk. I hate him I dragged my feet to the bed, but the anger was just a flimsy shield to cover the terrifying truth: Archie had reawakened the dormant, passionate fire inside me that Matthew had spent two months trying to beat to death. My body was completely starved, aching, and physically frustrated from my husband’s selfish, two-minute routine. It was already late in the night I still couldn’t find sleep Matthew was snoring beside me, dead to the world after our pathetic excuse for sex—if you could even call two minutes of him grunting on top of me “sex.” He’d rolled over, muttered “goodnight,” and passed out before I could even pretend I’d enjoyed it. I la

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.”

Lena and I have been seeing each other ever since… and sometimes our husbands get to watch the filthy things we do together. I went from a straight married woman to a complete bisexual slut who craves her pussy almost as much as my husband’s cock. And I’ve never been more satisfied.