Relax Stories Novels & Stories

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

"Relax, Mom." The wine won. I stopped fighting. Spread a little wider. Cassie sucked harder, her face clued with my juices. Her fingers curled inside me hitting the g-spot. Chloe's hand joined, rubbing my clit while Cassie fingered deeper. This felt too good. I gripped the cushions. "Don't stop" I whispered.Hated myself for enjoying it. Cassie’s mouth worked faster, sucking, licking, tongue thrusting in with her fingers at once I came - hard, hot, legs shaking, a quiet cryof estacy escaping my lips. Body arching off the couch, but they didn't stop. Chloe kissed down my body, joining Cassie between my legs.

I tried to be empathic. "What happened?" I asked. Celie came and placed some ice in our drink. "Good news," she said. "If you're fired, here have some ice for the burn." "Leave her alone!" I exploded. Karmen slumped down again, resting her head on top of her folded arms like grade-school girls do during detention. From down there, she narrated what had happened.

She laughed and thought to herself "my weakness is teachers". -Well, I already told you my whole life story. Of course, when she told her life story she didn't include Gabriel. -Well look my life is not that interesting it is very common I have a family that does not live here my family is European I came to visit this country and I stayed here my family is a very traditionalist family they come from time to time to see me and I also go there from time to time I have two more brothers they live with my parents and I am a professor at several universities, so as you see my life is not very interesting.

I explained, hopping onto his bed. Rhett finally paused his game and looked at me with one raised eyebrow. “That’s your definition of relaxing?” I nodded. “I think so.” He smirked. “There are lots of ways to relax, Ruby. Watching movies, going for a walk, praying, exercising, meditating, getting a massage—” “Massage?” I giggled. “Yes, massage,” Rhett said, rolling his eyes. “But for me, relaxing means playing my games.” I hummed, pretending to think really hard about it. “Hmm… I see.”

“I’m listening, but don’t expect me to condone your reckless behavior.” I grinned mischievously, “that’s the best part”. "I don’t need your approval, but I need your ears." Sophia chuckled. "You’re impossible, Christy." "Go on telling me about your ungodly temptation of a man." “His name is Mason, he really helped me relax.” Sophia’s eyes sparkled with intrigue. “Relax? That’s code for ‘get you into bed,’ right?’ I giggled. “Maybe.” But honestly, Sophia, there was something about him. The way he touched me, the way he looked at me… it was nothing I’d ever experienced before.

What do you say? Even though I hate exercises, damn it's really exhausting. But it's a different thing that the whole day I sit here in the cafe and laugh, make weird expressions, sometimes talk in different voices or maybe embarrassing sounds I create. But it's a total fun not boring, and exhaustion is common in every work so it's your choice what you want to do, the thing which is boring and a kind of headache for you or the thing that makes you feel better, something amusing that you yearn to do. And I yearn to narrate the greatest story of that 'His.'

He ran away as fast as he could and didn’t turn around. This is what he normally did to calm himself. He was not a psychopath but acted like one sometimes. Snatching and stealing was a stress reliever for him. He used to cover the expenses of his day this way when he didn’t get the chance to steal money from the shop. He ran far away and stopped at a store near his house. He purchased snacks and drinks for his kids and his wife. His family was his only priority and he did whatever he could to make them smile.

“Oh. How did they manage to pull that off? I thought there are strict rules on no sex with the client?” “There are. But i did not say it is a bang room for clients and staffs.” “Oh…i see.” “Yes, we also need to relax even as staffs you know…and what is the best relaxation technique if not a good orgasm?”

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************