Daisy Blooms Leaked Sex Novels & Stories

This is a fantasy based story , I don't actually think it has happened that anyone has had sex with there stalker so it's purely fantasy. Think of it like a mystery admirer. I repeat it's all a fantasy... Hope you like the naughty bits... Daisy's P.O.V. You can call me crazy but am definitely not normal, anyway I've fallen in love or more like in lust with someone I know not . Six months ago after moving to Brooklyn I started receiving love notes and Daisy flowers just like my name which is my favorite type of flowers. I wonder how he knew and I seem to not care much either because all I really want to do is to see the mystery man who's been hunting my dreams faceless.

She unhooks her bra and stands up on the bed and removes her panties. "Give me a taste of your lips," says Magnus and Daisy kisses him. She breaks the kiss and he says "now your other lips" Daisy climbs over him and positions herself for Magnus to lick, suck and mostly torture her core to cum. She moves away unable to stay still. "I wasn't finished," says Magnus.

“Wait… you had sex with him?” Aurora’s voice shot up an octave. “You had sex with Dreston?” “Oh my God,” Daisy added, blinking slowly as if processing heavy data. “You slept with your ex-husband. That is… dramatic. Heartbreaking. Iconic. I’m conflicted.” Unlike Aurora, who looked ready to pace the room, Daisy remained seated and composed, legs crossed, fingers steepled thoughtfully like she was analyzing a business merger.

She hangs up and opens the file, and adds entry forty-eight: professional reputation research commissioned on her profile, May, described as due diligence for a potential partnership, David Pons present at the event where the researcher was identified. She stares at the entry for a moment. Due diligence for a potential partnership. David is not trying to limit her anymore. He is trying to use her. That changes the picture entirely.

Without another second of hesitation, I pushed open the door and walked into the unknown… “Daisy” This time it was a low baritone voice that sent shivers to my spine. “Gorgeous little thing” another said, emerging from the darkness with hungry lustful eyes. I felt a tingling sensation in my coochie. From nowhere, I felt a presence behind me, followed by a gentle graze of a finger on the back of my neck. I’m not kidding when I say I felt something slide down my thighs. Is it possible to be that wet….enough to make you drip?

My pussy clenched around nothing, aching for release. I refused to touch myself again. I forced myself into bed, pulling the covers up to my chin, still flustered and shaking. Sleep took a long time to come. The next morning, my phone rang. It was Daisy. “How was Chad?” she asked immediately, her usually bright voice teasing me. “Did you and the dildo have a good time?” I lied through my teeth, my voice still slightly breathy. “He was… perfect.” Daisy laughed. “Liar. Your voice is all shaky. You need another session with Chad, don’t you?”

"I wouldn't report this if it were just a rumor, Boss. It’s real. My contact who was following Mr. Axel sent photos of them having dinner together. I’ve sent them over; see for yourself!" With a slightly trembling hand, Dominic opened the message. There it was—a photo of Axel enjoying dinner, and sitting right across from him was Daisy. "What is this! Axel! Don't you dare try to steal her from me! You bastard!" Dominic groaned in frustration. That night, while Daisy dreamed peacefully, Dominic remained wide awake, his mind a chaotic storm. *** The next morning, the office was buzzing. Whispers filled every corner, especially in Daisy’s department. "Do you think Mr. Axel and Daisy have known

But something was different and Ivy knew it and was not going to tell me. That was enough for now. “It was so lovely to hear your voice,” I said at the end, and I meant it the way I meant most things, strategically and completely simultaneously. “Let’s not leave it so long next time.” I hung up and poured myself a glass of wine and sat at my kitchen table and thought. I opened I*******m. Daisy Brown was not difficult to find. A photography account, public, professional, genuinely good work if I was being objective about it. And I am always objective because objectivity is more useful than preference. I scrolled slowly.

The girls smiled invitingly at David. "Feel that? They want us," he murmured in my ear, and traced his hand on my thigh, inching up. I spread a bit, letting him feel my wetness. "Yeah, it's hot. Makes me drip." We danced, my ass grinding his cock through his jeans, getting him rock hard as their hands brushed us… it was accidental at first, then deliberate, a woman's fingers grazing my hip, and a guy's arm around David's shoulder. "Having fun?" a voice said. Mark and Lisa, and I guess she was in her 40s. She wore a see-through top and also had her nipples pierced like mine. Marks tatted with a bulge in his shorts. "Newbies?" Mark asked, dancing close.

Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | 18+ | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Pace | Smut | Obsession | Erotic It started with a kiss I don’t remember giving. A rooftop. A moan. Someone’s fingers buried in my hair like they belonged there. A mouth on my throat that said I tasted like something they lost in another life. I wasn’t dreaming.