Goku Relaxing Novels & Stories

Kenji circled, slow predator, jet hair slicked, ruthless, dragon tattoo peeking, collar-open gi, porcelain skin sheened with faint exertion. "Breathe into the draw," he murmured, gravel-velvet low, positioning behind—chest brushing my back, heat-jarring, scarred jaw grazing asymmetrical bob. His hands overlaid mine on the hilt, porcelain fingers guiding steel whisper-pull, bodies aligning forms intimate. "Speed is surrender. Precision claims." Bokken flashed arc perfect, my strike slicing air hiss, mahogany arm extending unyielding. He pressed closer fraction, hips nestling mine deliberately, breath hot lobe. "Again."

I say, rubbing his back with my eyebrow arched up at him. He looks over at me and smiles softly. "What?" I say, looking down at him. "I love you. You keep me sane." he says as he lies back, grabbing my ass and pulling me on top of him. "I just need you right now. I'm stressed. Pent up. I need some kind of relaxation." he says, rubbing my ass softly as he turns to his side, turning me with him. As we sit in comfortable silence, he sighs and groans.

“Stay where you are, baby girl.” Shit. He raised up the back of her dress. “I’ll write up a proper list for all of us,” Gomez said as Saber lowered her tights to her knees. Shit. Shit. “Relax, baby,” Saber commanded. “Relax? How am I supposed to relax when you’re going to see my bare butt? And spank it?” “Point taken,” Saber said. “But tensing will only make the pain worse.” Crap.

Smiling, Matt gripped the boy's shorts and gently pulled them down as he said, "Mr. Duncan, I do believe I need to see all of you." As Matt pulled the boy's shorts completely off, he admired the boy's cute bubble butt clad only in a white jock strap in front of him. Grabbing the boy's ass cheeks in his hands, Matt roughly massaged and groped the luscious globes. Enjoying the boy's ass cheeks in his hands, Matt began to spread the boy's cheeks to reveal his puckered asshole. Matt groaned as he saw the tight little hole in front of him. Grinning, Matt then said, "Well, I think you need to stretch a little more, Mr. Duncan. The last thing you need is to pull or tear a muscle when you are exerci

As I cower against the wall with my eyes squinched tight together, I slowly make myself relax. With a deep breath I release the tension in my body and I stand up straight. I vision the forest on the drive here as my eyelids relax. When the growling stops, I wait for the pain. I wait and I wait. Yet no pain comes.

They both let out loud, rough groans. Kai dropped his head back against the leather. His slate-grey eyes stared directly at the ceiling. His chest heaved with ragged, shallow breaths. He gripped the edge of the sofa so hard his knuckles turned white. "I almost lost it," Kai breathed out. Kenzo rubbed his face with both of his large hands. His bright green hair was a total, chaotic mess. "She is so fucking cute," Kenzo groaned loudly. I crossed my arms firmly over my chest. I rolled my amber eyes.

He let out a chuckle into the nights air. The neon-slicked streets of Tokyo faded into a blur as they ducked into the love hotel. The B-grade curse felt like a distant memory, overshadowed by the simmering heat between them. Gojo’s Infinity technique hummed subtly, cocooning the room in a private bubble, amplifying the electricity that crackled between them.

I mumbled. “You need to relax. Stop thinking about what could possibly happen. Remember, there’s no point in stressing the things that you can’t control. Only worry about the things that you can.” Koa said softly while stretching herself out. “So that’s why they call it the downward dog position.” I thought to myself as I was watching her stretch. “Really?” Koa asked snapping her head straight forward with a very unamused expression. “Sorry, squirrel brain remember?” I laughed. “I’m just going to go over here, in the back, and meditate so one of us is somewhat sane during the trail today.” Koa snorted and then trotted off to the back of my mind.

This was carefully thought out, and agreed upon. "..... And we let you in without incinerating you on the spot. Why are you not groveling at our feet?" the first guardian I met said, his hair sticking out like a porcupine, giving him a funny, comical look. Like Goku in DragonBall. Hey don't judge me, I remember my anime. I spaced out there and I had no idea how to explain to such an erratic Guardian that I heard only a jumble of what he said. "Uhmmm, the thing is.." I began, no idea where I was heading. I very well couldn't form any coherent sentence that'll explain, so I just muttered unintelligently.

"What are you doing?" Dionysus was bald and dark skinned with a body that many men would kill for, kill being a literal term, tattoos on every single spot and soulful brown eyes that made one just want to forget their sorrows. "Making you relax, of course." Loukas gritted his teeth. "I cannot move." Dionysus gave a humoured laugh, "Because you fight it sweetheart and the more you do, the more it renders you immobile. Relax." "How can one relax in the presence of a god?"