Relaxed Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Havermouth, Present Time Aislen took her time with her preparation for Talen’s arrival, pin-curling her hair in order to get the maximum baby-doll bounce to compliment the Lolita dress, painting her nails glossy black, and applying her makeup to make her look as doll-like as possible. She had a suspicion that she’d tapped into Talen’s DaddyDom/little fetish, quite by accident, but now that she had come to realize it, she planned on having fun with it.

She wanted him to spend it. "As you see, everything is custom designed. It's a one of a kind." She turned and pressed her back to the counter, her white button down shirt open at the top, just enough to show the curve of her breast if she turned the right way. The black pencil skirt fit like a glove, the red heels screaming of the dominance that pulsed through her veins.

Perhaps she should have also taken that rational route and gone back to sleep, but he was too tempting for her self control, and worn over her with that muscular build which lay with his top riding high, his stomach exposed to her gaze. It wasn't negotiable; Andre Quinn was beautiful and so sexy it could easily bring tears to the eyes. His lashes were fluttered shut, his forehead and eyes relaxed, free of worries or anger and frustration. His brows weren't drawn together in skepticism or cynicism as well, and there was none of the seriousness which made his lips and jaw clench. He was relaxed, so comfortable she was tempted to lay in that chest which was moving upwards and downwards gently,

No pretentious formality. With a tone full of professional assurance, Haley said, "Then this posture won't do. Rest your arm on the chair's armrest, prop one leg up—lean into the chaos a little." Rhett straightened up, cocking his head a little. "Like this? Do I need to tilt my jaw more?” "Perfect—just like that." Haley nodded, then scowled as her attention became more focused. "Take off the buttons on your shirt. Showing off your abs will enhance that raw, wild vibe.”

She’d learned to read the room through peripheral awareness, through the small changes in atmosphere that told her who was where and what they needed. Her new document grew cleaner. She turned “identity” questions into “aesthetic choices.” She turned “personal growth” into “creative evolution.” She turned “who are you really” into “what do you want the work to do.” She didn’t erase the truth. She removed the hooks.

“Relax man, I’m not going to f-k up your tatt or beat you because my girl is a sex-pot. I know it, she knows it, our boyfriends know it. Believe me, it takes four of us to keep up with her. You’re not to blame that you’re caught in the crossfire of her little game. Stronger men than you have fallen beneath the power of it.” “Aww,” Aislen sniggered. “He can be sweet when the mood is upon him. The rest of time, Jace, he’s got the attitude of a model who finds that her caffeine and cocaine has been delayed in traffic – temper tantrums will ensue.” “And we’re done,” Rhett said with relief as he applied the cream and bandage over the fresh outline. “We’ll see you in a week to start the colour.” “

--- --- Consistently. And without rushing what was meant to last. --- ---

The Lycan growled inside him. “Look at that… She’s all wet just from hearing us breathe. She’s ready. All we need to do is rip off that skirt and bury ourselves deep.” “Here are the final images for the campaign,” she said, advancing the slides. “The chosen slogan was ‘Freedom in the Curves.’ The proposal is to combine sensuality, speed, and control. The three pillars of the new convertible.” Dmitry smiled for the first time. “Sensuality, speed, and… control? Interesting.” His eyes locked onto hers. “And who represents control here, Susan?”

She had deliberately chosen the flashiest outfit in the room, one with a wild, seductive vibe. Calvin glanced at himself in the mirror. The colors were clearly pushing the limits of his aesthetic sensibility, but he didn’t care at all. Nodding nonchalantly, he drawled, “Whips, prints, tough on the outside, soft on the inside… all combined. Do you like the unrestrained, domineering boss style?” Adriana nearly choked on her anger, suppressing the urge to spit blood. She carefully studied this completely different version of Calvin and forced a faint smile. “There are plenty of styles. Don’t stop. Keep trying.”

"Okay, I'm setting up the shared G****e Drive for the Solis assets. They just dumped their current asset library into our portal. It’s a complete disaster, babe. Their previous agency used these awful, clinical, grey-scale layouts. It looks like a prescription drug for skin rashes, not a luxury organic serum." "Perfect," I said, pulling the first batch of images onto my desktop screen. The bright, vivid greens and soft amber tones of the product bottles filled the glass monitor, reflecting against my tired eyes. "That means we can completely tear it down and build a real story. We'll focus on the raw ingredients like cold-pressed oils, wild-harvested herbs. No corporate jargon. Just clean, h