Delaney Short Sex Novels & Stories

Perfect for nights like this. I also grabbed my phone. The secret folder was right there. I opened the video of all three of them playing basketball shirtless last summer. Their bodies glistened with sweat, muscles moving under tanned skin. Mike’s broad chest, Jax’s defined abs, Kane’s powerful arms as he jumped for the ball. Their laughs, their deep voices calling out to each other, it was all I needed. I spread my legs wide, knees bent, and ran the tip of the dildo along my soaked slit. I was dripping already, the silicone sliding easily through my wetness. With my other hand I hit play on the video, turning the volume low so only I could hear.

Sadile nodded, her body trembling with anticipation, as she surrendered to the pleasure that awaited her, to the unknown delights that Travis and Jenna promised. The night was young, and she knew that the pleasures that lay ahead would be beyond anything she could have imagined. As Travis's lips met hers once more, Sadile felt herself being drawn into a world of sensation, a world where pleasure reigned supreme, and she was the willing participant, the eager student, ready to learn, ready to explore, ready to surrender to the erotic dance that was about to unfold. The candlelight flickered, casting shadows on the walls, as the three of them moved in a rhythm as old as time, a rhythm that spo

He laughed, the sound throaty, masculine and enough to wreak havoc on my young body. This…. This is exactly what I wanted. Where the hell have they been all my life? Where were they when my sexual frustration almost pushed me into killing myself. “Now, just keep still—” Darrel said as he moved his hand lower, grabbing my left asscheek, pulling at it before giving it a slap that shook a shout out of me and forced me to slip my chest down on the counter. He didn’t say anything else as his hand moved between my ass crack, his thumb playing with my puckered asshole for a moment before moving lower and then forward.

The door clicked shut behind him, leaving Lena trembling, her body still aflame. Later that night, Lena returned to her apartment. Her skin still buzzed from what had almost happened, and though she had washed herself clean, the fire within her hadn’t faded. It lingered, leaving her restless, needy. She had barely set her bag down when her phone rang. The name flashing across the screen made her pulse spike. Damien. She answered quickly, her voice steadier than she felt. “Hello?” On the other end, his deep voice rumbled. “I was… thinking about tomorrow’s session. I wanted to discuss pose ideas. Something different.”

And oh, what a lesson it would be. The next morning, Delilah woke with a start, the sunlight streaming through her curtains and illuminating the mess she'd made. The sheets were still damp, a testament to her night's indiscretion, and her body ached in that delicious, post-orgasmic way. For a moment, she felt a pang of guilt, but it was quickly overshadowed by the thrill. Her sex drive, once a source of shame—something she'd hidden from partners, therapists, and even herself—now felt like a gift. It wasn't a disorder; it was her truth, and with Eli, Damien, and Zeke, it could be something shared, something celebrated. She stretched, her muscles sore from the dildo's vigorous use, and reached

James gritted and the girl nodded. He took the necktie and put it on. Before having intercourse, he heated the air. Slightly tormenting by inserting a few safe items for the girl was tricky since she was still a virgin. James finally decided to have sex first. The funny thing is, if in the past he didn't think anything when doing Dom and Sub's intercourse, now he's got someone's face on his head. Delilah Starley spent dinner alone while waiting for her father and brother, who never came home. It was dark and raining outside with strong winds. Delilah sighed and washed her dinner plates. She also cleans the apartment to kill time.

She closed her eyes and gave Dallin the permission he seeked, He didn’t waste a single minute. In matter of seconds, they were making out like crazy. Dallin sucked her tongue while she had already began to strip him naked entirely. Once she had left no clothes on his body, it was time for Dallin to strip her naked. The urges that were born had no match to the se* they had with their partners. Dallin laid her down on the couch and came between her legs, thrusting inside her with his full force. With his every thrust inside her, Dallin felt stronger and stronger, while Delilah’s moan’s echoed through the whole office.

She swayed, flailing her arms as if lightheaded. I leaned on the headboard, watching as Ronan stood behind her and positioned himself. Blood was rushing fast to my member until it was becoming painful, restrained behind the zipper of my trousers. So I unzipped myself and freed my cock, watching as it slapped on my belly. There was already pre-cum pooling on the tip, a confirmation that I fucking wanted Delaney, so fucking bad. "Ronan!" Delaney screamed as Ronan claimed her in one powerful thrust, sending her lying on her belly on the bed. He pulled her back by her hair, then slammed into her, without even giving her a second to breathe.

'cause it would never happen again. "Men? No way. I was talking with my best friend." I appeared as innocent as ever. "You sure?" Delilah asked, pushing her face to me, sniffing. "You smell like leather. If you've hooked up with any of the boys, there's no need being ashamed, baby. We always share our sex stories. I already have four men waiting to bang my holes. Zoey here," she gestured at Zoey, "has had her husband's cock twice."

All filthy, unapologetic tales of the desires we never say out loud. Stepfathers who shouldn’t look twice. Friends who were never just friends. In-laws who cross every line. Strangers who claim what they shouldn’t. And the kind of love that starts in pure sin and ends in absolute addiction. No safe words. No apologies. Just raw, forbidden heat that will leave your legs aching and needy. All characters are 18+. Explicit content throughout. Read with raw caution.