Delight Stories Novels & Stories

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.

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 frustration I’d been carrying for months—Sarah’s endless trips, the cold bed, the way she barely touched me anymore—felt heavier in the quiet. We talked about safe things at first. Her grad program. My latest project at work. How the cabin’s owner had overdone the rustic charm with all the plaid blankets and antler decor. The wine went down easy. A second glass followed. Then a third. Millie’s laughter came easier as the bottle emptied. She told me about a disastrous date she’d gone on last month. It was about some guy who spent the whole dinner talking about his fantasy football team. I chuckled, but my mind kept drifting to how her lips looked wet from the wine, how the sweater had sli

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

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.”

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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.

Suit pouted childishly at Anderson, and continued, “Do we have a deal, Mr. Anderson?” Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive ten stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation.

A little spark of curiosity and what-ifs often end up in an interesting story. @Death Wish