Comfort Reads Novels & Stories

“People care because it’s convenient. When it’s not, they disappear.” “Not everyone,” Marley countered him as she looked at him with a slight smile He looked at her with a faltered look and looked down at the ground, a few moments of silence went on between them. She watched him as he looked down before just reaching out, and putting a hand on his back. Marley felt him tense up as stiff as a plankboard before slowly calming down. The young woman smiled to herself even as she rubbed his back to comfort him, even in her troubles and pain she still wanted to help.

My head hurt. It felt like a ceremonial drummer was having his fun in banging aggressively against my skull. I groaned weakly and allowed myself the pleasure of leaning further into the warmth being exuded from his body. It filled me up with solace and unrivaled comfort. Wait, body?

She had sent: Warm tea for my throat. Soft pastries I wouldn’t choke on. Linens that wouldn’t abrade bruises. Clothes tailored for comfort, not function. Attendants who would treat me like something human, not something used. Not by accident. Not out of duty. Because she was worried about me. My chest tightened - this time not with fear, but something warm and trembling.

he asked me gently, running his hand on my boobs. “I…It doesn’t hurt so much anymore. I think the bath and the balm helped to ease the pain.” I told him truthfully. My body was beginning to relax a little and I wasn’t so cold anymore. It felt like a blanket was suddenly put over me, I felt so safe and secure in his arms.

Professional. Working down her back. Her arms. Avoiding anything that might feel invasive. Anything sexual. Just—care. Physical comfort. Grounding touch. She made small sounds. Relief. Pain releasing. Muscles relaxing. "Better?" he asked. "Yes. Thank you." He continued. Taking his time. Letting her body remember what safe touch felt like. What care felt like. Not taking. Not using. Just—helping. When he finished, she was looser. Calmer. Less rigid.

"Apparently, this helps with the mood swings. Not that you’ve been moody, but just in case. I don’t want you pushing me off when you’re finally done with this… women’s thing." A heat crept up my neck, but he wasn’t done. Next, he pulled out a heating pad and a small tin of herbal tea, explaining as though he were presenting a thesis. "And of course..." His hand dove into the bag once more, pulling out a stuffed bear, of all things. And of course, of all the stuffed bears he must have seen there, he had to pick one wearing a bikini. "For comfort." I laughed despite myself, the sound bubbling out before I could stop it. "You’ve got to be kidding me."

The pain throbbed harder and I gripped her arm and drew her closer to me. "It hurts." Her tears rolled down to my shirt, "I know. And I'm sorry." She sniffed hard. "I'm sorry I can't do anything about it." I snuggled closer into her body, because her scent brought a warm sense of comfort, inhaling it like an addictive medicine. Soon, the world around me stilled, the silence only disrupted by the loud throbbing of my heart until I fell into the last spell of the drink.

Instead, his embrace provided me with warmth, which felt really pleasant. Not only him, but I was also relieved to receive the embrace I had been longing for for such a long time from someone. But I never imagined that the one who is the cause of most of my problems could give me the comfort and warmth I needed. I have heard that when you are unhappy, upset, or discouraged, a hug may provide great relief, and that's precisely what this hug was doing for him. I could feel his strong body slowly softening and his sharp breathing decreasing. The heart that was pounding against me was also returning to normal. This was the type of effect the embrace was having on his body, which I could plainly

I don’t want to ruin the vibe by having to verbally tell him no in the moment, but a second later he’s grunting in frustration. “What’s with you tonight? You’re usually so accommodating.” My blood runs cold and my libido drops. I pull back from him, and the room instantly feels colder after the loss of contact with his warm skin. “What’s with me?!?!” I scoffed. “I’ve dedicated my life to offering physical comfort to those in need, and the one time that I need to be comforted, there’s something wrong with me because I’m not bending to your desires?!?”

"You're hot and uncomfortable from working. I want you relaxed." Even in my inflamed condition, I must admit that this is a good idea. I nod and walk to the bathroom.