She Let Herself Go Novels & Stories

Shaun hadn't figured it out yet. Suddenly, she threw herself at him. He instinctively caught her. Thud. Elena pushed him to the ground. "Elena..." Shaun felt something was wrong and was about to say something. Suddenly, the girl leaned down, her soft lips pressing tightly against his. Shaun's pupils contracted, and he forgot how to speak. She instinctively sought warmth, like a small animal, drawing in the comfort she craved. Shaun's eyes darkened. This woman, did she know what she was doing?

Once again, I had an episode. My best friend rushed forward and snatched the knife from my hand, her face twisted with resentment. "How long are you going to keep this up? You think you can act however you want just because you have depression? No wonder Nolan left you!" I froze. My best friend, however, looked relieved. "I should have told you sooner. Nolan specifically asked me to stay with you today because he was afraid you'd try to ruin his wedding to Evelyn." She blocked the doorway, looking self-righteous. "Let me make this clear. Even if you cut your wrists and died right here today, you still can't keep trying to come between them. So what if you once helped Nolan? After all t

She exhaled, and calmly, she melted into my hold and broke into a low sob. “Let me go.” She said, sniffling. "Please... Let me go." A soft, low growl left my throat “I won’t… I’m never letting go… not now, not ever.”

“Let go for me.” She did. Of course she did. Her body seized around me, dragged my own release right out of my spine with it. White-hot, raw, nothing left to hide. I watched her fall apart—beautiful, helpless, all mine. And when she came (because I let her) it felt like I’d swallowed her whole. I buried myself so deep inside her. For a moment, the room fell quiet. Except for our ragged breathing. Her heartbeat thudded under my hand. Fragile, defiant, mine.

“It’s wrong. But that doesn’t make it weaker.” Nira moved, dagger raised, stepping to Arden’s side. “We can distract it, but only briefly. Selene—” “Yes?” I asked. “You need to let go of fear. Right now,” she said sharply. “Or you’ll freeze when it tries to touch you.” I nodded, tightening my fists. “I’m ready.” Arden glanced at me, a flicker of vulnerability passing across his features before it hardened into steel. “Good. Focus on me. Trust me.”

A beaming sun lays warmth along highway forty-six and stagnating heat pours in through the windows. The glaring road winds ahead of her like something wild and free. It curves left and right, then left again, rising and falling with the hills. In that easy, thrilling yet relaxing way which evokes the sensation of riding a roller coaster. Gracie has driven this stretch countless times each time, resonating with it, her mind, body, and spirit experiencing cohesion in nature. The particular loosening which transpires with open roads, blue skies, hill views- minimal vehicles along the winding road. Nothing and no one asking anything of her. Just relax, breathe in the warm late summer air, marvel

"Just let go. Let me have you." And I did. I let go. I surrendered to the storm, to the pleasure, to the pain. I let him have me, body and soul. I came again, a silent, shuddering release that left me boneless and breathless. He followed me over the edge a moment later, his own release a hot, possessive flood that marked me as his.

"Trust me. Let it go." "I don't know what's...oh God, oh God, oh God..." I splash! I squirt, hot and creamy. All over her hand and her stomach and the couch cushions and I have never in my life, never once in twenty-eight years, and the sound I make is completely inhuman, my whole body seizing and gushing and shaking while she works me through every single second of it without mercy or pause. "That's it," she says roughly. "That's it, beautiful girl, let it all go..."

Zoe didn’t try to hide anything. She calmly told George everything about her past. At the end, she smiled faintly and added, “Honestly, I think I was pretty stupid. I ran myself into the ground and ended up with all these scars.” As soon as she finished speaking, George shook his head and said firmly, “No. You’re amazing.” There was a deep tenderness in his eyes that made Zoe’s nose sting. But she smiled again, more at ease now. “Anyway, it’s all in the past. I’m doing well now. What about you? Do you think you’ll ever be able to let go?”

Which resulted in her getting hosed. "And that dress! Who wears a white skin tight dress to a high school party?" I burst out laughing again as I replay the scene in my head. Because she was wearing white, it made it even more embarrassing for her as she gave everyone a nice view of her Betty Boop underwear as she got hosed down. "Okay, enough of that," She says as we finally calm down from laughing so much. "What are you waiting for? Get the ice cream!" I shut the journal and hold it to my chest tightly. The tears fall down my face one after another and before I knew it, I was asleep.