Delight Stories Novels & Stories

“Good. We have our six men. Ready? Go!” Gerald had no choice. He found himself in a mad dash for plastic cocks. Quickly and increasingly, his basket continued to fill up and soon it filled to the brim. The speaker on the microphone whistled to signal the end of the game. “Looks like we have a winner!” He raised Gerald's hand high up in the air. Everyone cheered. “And here is your gift.” The naked waiter with the basket came forward, smiling. “Let's watch you break him in.” said the speaker.

The small room felt hot, and the air was thick with Emilia’s perfume as the women stared each other off. Emilia finally sighed and rolled her eyes. “What do you want?” She snapped again. Fixing her hair to look busy. Delilah raised the book. “I need to know. What inspired this book of yours? Tell me everything.” A knowing smile spread across her lips as she saw the book. Her eyes had a glassy, distant look like she was high on Mount Everest. “It came from my college days, Delilah. All the stories we’d hear about these whoring, loose girls screwing boys all over school, while acting like saints.

They were a passing thing. Yanta looked at the notices that were hanged on the notice board. The notices read: “Darrish Drinkwell, our greatest storyteller, is returning to scene with a second tome of his Tales Untold. The Hartin and Dartin Company are planning to publish a legend book. We will ask Drinkwell to write one more, if he accepts, well, you know the rest. Plan in advance, good folk; this is an opportunity unlike any other. You won’t cheaper copies that ours.

Once upon a time, there lived a kind cople of elders. They had a beautiful love story. They were friends since childhood and stayed by each other side till they became old. Nothing could their them apart. Not even the fact that the woman could not get pregnant. They lived happy, in a small village, covered in snow half the year. There were happy children, enough food every winter and no war, just the calm peace.

She kept staring at him, so she didn't notice that she was up next. He slowly lifted his gaze to meet hers, his deep topaz blue eyes staring intently into hers, his long lashes slightly fluttering. "You're next" he said briskly with a voice that most definitely matched his handsome face. She heard him but couldn't tear her eyes away from his. He sighed and covered her eyes with his hand, leaning forward and whispering into her ears, "If you're going to stare so blatantly, daughter of the De Leta family, you may as well do that after your turn in line." She retracted from his touch and turned away, walking as fast as she could towards the room she was meant to go into. Her face burning hot, h

⸻ One rainy Thursday, an elderly woman entered the bookstore carrying a worn leather journal. “I’ve been looking for you,” she told Elena. Confused, Elena accepted the journal. Inside was a handwritten note. Stories have a way of finding the people meant to tell them. The journal had once belonged to the bookstore’s original owner, a woman who had spent decades recording the love stories of couples who met among the shelves. There were stories of first glances, second chances, impossible distances, and lifelong promises. Dozens of them. Some joyful. Some heartbreaking. Every one unforgettable.

TALES OF INSTANT LUST - SHORT READS Preface Greetings, Reader Welcome to a world where passion flares up in the most unexpected places, where lust takes the stage, and where desire never waits. The concept behind "Tales of Instant Lust" was that not all love stories have to be quiet or poetic. Irresistible chemistry, unsaid tension, and raw hunger can sometimes express more than a thousand romantic words ever could. Designed for people who want their fantasies to be served quickly, hot, and unrestrained, these stories are brief, intense, and explicitly sexy.

"Used to be. Gave it up when the stories started costing more than they were worth." That answer carried weight, the kind that invited questions but also warned against them. I set the mug on the low table in front of me and leaned forward slightly. "What kind of stories?" "The kind that get people hurt when they come out wrong. Or when they don't come out at all." I felt a flicker of recognition then, something tugging at the back of my mind like a half-remembered name. "You sound like someone who has been burned by the industry."

Handler pressed a button. Two thick motorized dildos rose from the bench. One slammed into her pussy, the other into her ass. They started fucking her at different speeds — one deep and slow, the other fast and shallow. A strong vibrator pressed against her swollen clit. Handler stood beside her, stroking his cock. “You don’t get to rest anymore, #47. This is your new life.”

filling her until it leaked from both holes, cum mixed with her cream splattering down onto the tiles below, pooling messy and sticky. Lena collapsed forward against the sink, panting hard, a blissed-out grin spreading across her face as she turned to look at us, body still twitching from aftershocks. “That was the best fucking dare we have ever played, but I am not done yet, who is next,” she said, her voice hoarse, pulling me up for another deep kiss, our tongues lazy now but still hungry, tasting the salt and sex on each other, the kitchen a wreck of spilled drinks, discarded clothes, and our mingled fluids, and deep down I knew this night was far from over, my body still humming with nee