Relax Stories Novels & Stories

Whether it was out of fear of content, no one knew. “HAHAH!” The sound of hard clapping and laughing echoed in the desolate desert-like area. “I have to admit, that is quite the backstory.” Suit was seated comfortably in his chair with chips in his in his hands, staring at two screens. One was of Anderson and his escapades. He had been thoroughly enjoying everything. From his complacency to his guard, or lack of. From his mistakes to his wake-up calls. Suit had been enjoying himself to the point of almost joining the story himself. Unfortunately, the contract did not allow him to personally influence the story in any way, let alone personally get involved.

"I just told you people will avoid you if you keep coming here!" "And I don't exactly see what the problem is with that." I replied. "I just want to spend my school days in peace. If going to this place means I don't have to deal with anybody, then that's nothing but good news to me." "You-!" He cut himself off, then sighed. "Turn in your club application form later." "Great! This is such a relief." "Name." "What?" "I said tell me your name." "Oh, I'm Black Vera."

I let out a long, shaky breath and leaned against the wall, my heart still pounding. I grabbed my phone and opened W******p. **Me:** Oh my god he just left! Some emergency at work. He’s gone for the day. The package is literally arriving in a few minutes. I can’t believe it. I deleted my account already though… fuck. **HotFantasy88:** Good timing, baby. Breathe. You’re safe now. When the package gets there, take it inside, relax and tell me everything. I’ve got you. Maybe we can figure out a way for you to keep going without the risk.

Designed for people who want their fantasies to be served quickly, hot, and unrestrained, these stories are brief, intense, and explicitly sexy. There are no happily-ever-afters in this story. It's about the rush of the present, the energy of the moment, and what happens when two bodies naturally give in to it. Thus, locate a peaceful area, turn down the lights, and get ready. This is indulging, not just reading. With desire, Author. AUTHOR'S NOTE Writing Tales of Instant Lust was a delightful diversion into wild fantasies, unrestrained cravings, and unforgiving heat. Every story in this collection was written to be quick, intense, and relaxed, for readers who want to jump right into the act

Jax was standing there…with a glass of whiskey in his hand, he looked effortlessly confident with his sleeves rolled up and his tie loosened. She snapped immediately…”I didn’t say I couldn’t handle it”…she replied as she rolled her eyes and shoved her phone back into her purse. “I just needed some air” “Air or space?” Jax cut in “Mhm something like that”…Ivy replied reluctantly Jac smirked and asked…”space from my family or space from Dominic?” Ivy snapped again..”that’s none of your business” “Relaxxx I’m just saying…you don’t look thrilled”…Jax said with a shrug

I collapsed onto my back, chest heaving, skin flushed and tingling. The phone buzzed. Tony: Beautiful. Fucking beautiful. I laughed weakly, still catching my breath. Me: I’m a mess. Tony: My kind of mess. Another message followed almost immediately. Tony: Clean up and drink water. Sleep if you can, tomorrow night we go slower and deeper. I want to hear every sound you make when I finally let you come again. I stared at the screen, a slow and satisfied smile spreading across my face. Me: Tomorrow night then.

I stood up on my bed and started jumping hard on it, ignoring the fact that I just arranged my room. I was so happy to hear those words and I was hyperventilating out of excitedness. “Oh my freaking gosh” I said after almost two minutes of complete happiness outburst and I sat on the bed, regaining myself and continuing the phone conversation with Director Patcher. “Yes honey. You have a sexual interview this weekend with one of the biggest affectionate brand in the country and they are willing to sign you up as part of their ponography team. There are so many other requests but I have to get off the phone right now. You can browse through your emails and look at the offers. Pick the one tha

“Then maybe that’s your answer.” Later that night, Ryan stood by his window. The streetlights blurred in the distance. His inbox pinged again a reply from L. Tansey, offering a call. He didn’t answer yet. Instead, he opened a blank page. And he typed: “A Story That Doesn’t Belong To You” by Ryan Calloway He stared at the title for a long moment. Then under it, he wrote: “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s about reclaiming.” Two weeks later.

I kicked off my heels. I slipped out of my tight work trousers. Then I removed my underwear. I curled up on the sofa. I let myself relax. Audio slows me down. It turns everything into an experience. I like letting the story unfold. I don’t rush it anymore. This time, I picked a workplace story. Two coworkers giving in to temptation. They were on a work trip. A hotel made everything easier. I didn’t grab my vibrator. I wanted to take my time. I put on my headphones. I let the story pull me in.

The urge to spill out my life problems to a complete stranger was at the tip up my tongue but I hesitated. “.....Its complicated....” She tilts her head with a tired smile stretched on her lips. “Those are the best kind of stories.” I snicker, looking ahead. “More like a war zone than some story.....” I mumble. She shifts beside me, nudging her knee against mine, lightly. “From first hand experience, telling your problems to a total stranger gives some form of mental relief...” I play with the empty Caprisun pouch in my hands. Well, she’s right though....its better to speak to a complete stranger about this....