She Let Herself Go Novels & Stories

She wanted to be a part of my life, even the ugly parts. She caught me watching and lifted her chin. “Let it in,” she said softly, “and let it go.” I let all my negative emotions flood in. The water’s surface stilled. Then I let them all go.

“Just let go and let me please you. Let go.” Each pull of his mouth caused her to cry out. With her hands bound, she couldn’t grasp onto anything, couldn’t center herself in the midst of the sharp waves of pleasure. She was absolutely helpless to him and to the desires ravaging her body. He inserted another finger and his teeth scraped her sensitive flesh and then she did let go.

And then—I succumbed to the darkness and just. Let go.

Everything suddenly felt impossible. Oh no. I'm failing, I'm failing. Why did I ever do this? Why? What can I— Let it go, Jace’s voice echoed in my mind. So I did. I let go of the fear, and the tension and all the expectations. I let go of Allison’s petty sabotage, and my mother’s pressing criticism, all my self-doubt and anxiety and the desperate need to prove myself to everyone. Instead, I surrendered completely. My eyes drifted shut, and all the noise around me faded to nothing. There were no other cheerleaders. No friends watching. No pressure at all.

“Fuck your good for my ego baby girl.” I crawl up her body and settle myself between her legs while she covers her eyes with red cheeks clearly embarrassed about her outburst but she doesn't need to be, if anything I Just found it cute as fuck. I rest my weight on my elbows and slowly pull her hands away from her eyes while smirking at her cuteness. “What are you doing hiding huh?” She lets out a small laugh but keeps her eyes on me. “I'm such a dork!”

Her customary self, with her usual sense of utter control over everything, was already lying shattered in ruins around them. But the way he spoke to her, and the way he dominated her, and touched her, and fucked her was so consuming that something washed over her. And when it did, she let go. She let go of her shame and her hatred. Just for that moment. She let go, and she fucking rode him to Kingdom Come, bouncing up and down on Hades’ god-like cock as the room melted around her. As her back arched, and her nails dragged down his chest and abs. As her eyes locked with his, his fingers squeezing around her neck.

"Ella, I know you just ended a relationship. I won't rush you. I can wait until you're completely ready. I just want to tell you that from now on, I can accompany you in doing everything you love. We can check off every single unfulfilled wish you have together. You don't have to accommodate anyone else anymore, and you don't have to hide your preferences. You can just be yourself." Cradling the warm potted cactus, I looked up at him. The wind caught the edges of the scarf wrapped around my neck, but my heart felt incredibly warm. For so many years, I had walked on eggshells to meet the expectations of others, constantly compromising for my lover and accommodating my sister, completely forge

"Ben, I'll definitely take you with me and escape this hellhole." I crossed my arms over my chest, wishing with all my heart that Dad would live the rest of his life in freedom. Dying from the fall wasn't painful. I hit the rocks hard, and almost the next second, I found myself floating in the air. I looked down and saw my body lying against a boulder below. Dense tangles of vines wrapped around my body, blood dripping down the dark green stems. I subconsciously drifted upward and reached the edge of the cliff.

"Let it go." Selena's eyes fluttered closed, and she leaned into me, her body arching slightly as the tension inside her began to unravel. I could feel her nails digging into my skin, but I didn't flinch. Instead, I reveled in the knowledge that she was giving herself to me, trusting me to take her away from the fear and anxiety that plagued her.

“Let it go, Zoe. Let it all fucking go.” “Scars…” It was a sob, a plea, a prayer. “Please… please…” “I know, baby. You’re there… go on, now. Go over the edge. I’ll catch you, I promise.” When she came this time, she couldn’t make a single noise: all Zoe could do was let herself get washed away by the waves, let herself turn into an exploding star of sensations. She let go of every single earthly, grounded, logical thing – and she let herself fly.