private delgihts: A Story That Will Inspire, Thrill, and Amaze Everyone

private delgihts begins at 3:17 a.m. in a hotel suite. City glow through half-open blinds stripes her restless body. She can’t sleep, so private delgihts becomes her lullaby. Slow, almost lazy circles over silk panties gradually soak the fabric dark. In private delgihts, she pushes them aside instead of removing them—impatient, perfect. Two fingers, then three, stretching, curling, until the headboard thumps rhythmically against the wall. When she finally comes in private delgihts, it’s with a muffled scream into the pillow, whole body shaking so hard the mattress springs sing. Dawn finds her asleep in tangled sheets, panties still twisted to the side—proof that private delgihts worked better than any sleeping pill.