Delight Stories Novels & Stories

The next day at work felt like absolute torture. I was the manager of Velvet Desires, an upscale adult store located in a quiet corner of the city. We sold high-end toys, luxurious lingerie, premium lubes, and everything a woman could possibly want to explore her deepest fantasies. Normally I loved my job. I helped shy customers find their first vibrator, recommended the perfect bullet for discreet public play, and smiled through awkward conversations with complete confidence. Today, however, I could barely concentrate on anything.

The flames of passion consumed them entirely. Joshua gripped her legs and drew her closer to him, his masculinity infiltrating her femininity even further. Danica's body shook with each thrust from Joshua. She couldn't stop crying since the pleasure was so intense for her. His every thrust was harsh, but she enjoyed it. Every thrust convinced her she was the only one and no one else mattered. He will never grow tired of loving her, no matter how many years pass.

She realized that stories had the ability to transcend language and cultural barriers, touching the hearts of people from all walks of life. With this newfound insight, Luna embarked on a project to collect and share stories from individuals in Seoul. She sought out locals, immigrants, and travelers alike, listening to their personal narratives and experiences. These stories ranged from tales of triumph and resilience to accounts of cultural traditions and the bonds forged through shared humanity.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!!!” The warm liquid spilled on my stomach, Anthony collapsing onto me. My mind reeled. Two nerve-wracking orgasms and the body of the devil disguised as the sexiest man was too much for my drunken self to take. So once more, I drifted into unconscious. As the darkness enveloped me, I heard his voice, like something warm wrapping around me. “You are my doom.” I smiled. What a beautiful dream this has been! ********** If I ever got the opportunity to change the world, the first thing I would take away is hangovers.

At least no one suspects anything. "Wow Levi, I didn't know you could be so sensible." Bethel taunted. "You found someone who compliments you. You know, you being quiet and sluggish and she being active. You two are perfect." I didn't know why she was being insulting and complimentary at the same time but it was pissing me off. Delia had chats with my family members and they seemed to enjoy her company. She told stories about us and that the entire people laughed. I even chuckled at some point. She had always been great at storytelling and knew how to get someone hooked while listening.

I unfold the note with my brows scrunched, but relax as I read the contents. [Good morning, sleeping beauty. We would have loved to watch the first rays of sunshine light on your beautiful, sleepy face, but we had to leave early. Something came up, and we didn’t have the heart to wake you up. When you wake up, there’s a phone under these clothes. Make a call, and the butler will take you around. Make yourself at home. We’ll see you at dinner. Kisses.]

I’m going to take a small, well-deserved nap, but I’ll be back with new stories and new characters to obsess over soon enough. Have fun, enjoy the final read, and I'll catch you all later! — Curvy Writes

“Just breathe, little one.” He stayed still, whispering soft words against my skin, kissing away the tears that slipped free. Only when the sharpest edge of the pain faded did I whisper that he could move. He did. He started slow — long, careful strokes that let me feel every inch as he sank deeper. Each time he almost pulled out, then filled me again, the stretch turned into something hotter. He found a spot inside me that made my toes curl and my breath catch. “You take me so well,” he groaned. “Such a perfect little mate… made to be filled by me.”

Lucinda stated. “Miss what? Sex? No, I don’t,” she casually answered. Raising her brows, Lucinda scoffed, “Well, if you don’t miss it then that means you never got the real taste of it.” Without waiting for her reply, she got up and added, “Sex with the right person will make you crave for more and it’s not just the fucking that you crave for darling. The intimacy, the touch from the right person is what you yearn for.”

One thing she liked about this world is their use of a single language, which made communication much easier for her. She’d had barely an hour left before her meeting with the emperor, when a slow enchanting song was played, and the ball dancing began. Some of her companions headed to the open floor and she was left alone with the shy ones. She smiled and nodded at them not wanting to start a conversation or even asked to dance—which a few of the men in the ballroom had in mind. She’s on her fifth glass of wine, enthralled in its exquisite taste that she didn’t notice the silence in the room. The approaching figure of the Imperial prince to the lowly princess, leaving his audience stupefied.