Comfort Reads Novels & Stories

- I stretched out on her bed, inhaling her scent and marveling at the softness of her mattress - It's so good here, much better than there. "It won't feel so good when I tease you every single day until you're crying out that I'm fucking you hard and fangs around your neck." It's the first time you've managed to completely take away all my peace and patience. I will no longer be more friendly and understanding with you. - He groans throwing himself on the bed annoyed. I closed my eyes, feeling an extraordinarily satisfying comfort. It wasn't literally physical (because really, that bed was wonderful), it was a relaxation that hit me at every point in my body.

I don’t remember what time I got off or whom I got home with. All I remember was how peaceful I slept last night. I did not wake up in the middle of the night nor have to cry myself to sleep. I pulled the covers as the softness of the comforter gives me an imaginable pleasure as it touches my skin. I smelt the comforter as it reach my nose while covering my face to block out any of the light that was coming in from my window.

His other hand once on my wrist rubs gently up and down my arm, a sudden warmth enveloping me, giving me a sense of comfort in the arms of a stranger. I exhale as relief washes over me. His sense of touch loosens my fatigue, making me feel so relaxed as if I had slept through the day and had just woken up fresh as a daisy. “Nothing,” I manage to say despite the rush of heat in the blood in my veins.

She pulls back a little to look at him, he sighs, “I don’t mean leave your lap, just move my weight a bit for comfort, or something.” He looks down at her, and chuckles, “Maybe.” He shifts her just a little, easily, making her feel light for the first time in years. “That’s better for me. You still comfy?” She smiles and nods. He grins and puts his arms back around her. She leans into him and relaxes, knowing that he’s comfortable makes her feel much more relaxed. Gods, she’s having too many thoughts about the both of them. They clearly had no problem sharing her, and her understanding is that they always share their women.

Cordy smiled, but said flatly, "My insomnia's been getting worse." "Come on in." Jim led Cordy into this office. It was a homely room, giving anyone a sense of comfort as soon as they entered since it was decorated specifically for patients like her. As Cordy lay down on the soft cushion of the chaise lounge, Jim brought her a fur blanket, and poured her the black tea he brewed as he chatted with her nonchalantly, "Any pressure from work lately?" "No. That's why I'm losing sleep." "Because you're missing John?"

“Thank you “. It was a whisper but he knew it more than a whisper, it was from my heart. I got to the bathroom and turned on the heater. It was the first time since I got married that I used the heater. The room at the boys quarter had no heater. It was the most comforting bath I have had since forever. The pain I got from the bruises on my body as water touched them was the same, it was what I had come to get used to. Pain. I stepped out of the bathroom wearing one of his tee shirts and a jogger's pants. It was a little bit baggy for me, but it was comfy. It was not easy to find out if it was the clothes that provided the comfort or how his fixed glances at me.

I find myself lost in my thoughts until someone gets me back to reality. My boyfriend, especially, comforts me a lot. He isn’t much of a talker, but he does nice things for me like bring breakfast to our bed or massage my shoulders. He’s so sweet that I’m thankful for his existence every day. We walk to our room, hand in hand. We get inside, and my boyfriend asks me to relax my body as he helps me get undressed. He fills the bathtub and we lie under the warm water he made sure to decorate with flowers and make it smell of vanilla. His arm is around me while I rest my head on his bare chest.

I had to say, in the pitch darkness, hearing that familiar voice almost instantly calmed me down when I realized the man behind me wasn't a criminal, but Victor. Soon, my heart began to race. Our current position resembled the cowgirl position. Especially when Victor noticed my stiff body gradually relaxing, he loosened his hand from covering my mouth and, intentionally or unintentionally, cupped my other bosom, gently kneading it, filling the entire room with a sensual air. "Mmm..." The pleasure of my bosoms being toyed with made me cry out, and my whole body trembled. "Victor... let me up first..." I desperately suppressed the burning desire within me, moving cautiously, fearing that a mer

After about an hour I can see that the tension has left him and he now looks almost sleepy, kind of like I was before he came home upset. I’m glad my relaxing videos worked for him too. I don’t know what kind of other stuff he might find soothing. To be fair, it could also be that he is curled up on the couch with me and it’s really comfortable. It’s hard to stay angry in a position like this. I swap to the internet browser and ask Bellamy what helps him feel relaxed. He pushes my hands aside to type in;

I could feel my body's temperature rising, knowing I desperately needed sleep and my mate's comfort. "Hey, it's Mordecai, right?" The man kept speaking as if I hadn't cursed at him. He just stood there waiting for a response. I nodded stiffly, the door starting to splinter beneath my fingertips. "Mordecai it's going to be alright. Everything will be alright, you just need to… calm… down… just like that, let yourself relax." He spoke softly, timidly reaching out to touch my arm. It was like instantly being thrown on ice and wrapped in the most comfortable blanket the moment our skin touched. The wakeup and comfort I desperately needed. Dusk lowered himself, and I closed my eyes.