Without Limits Book Novels & Stories

Now, it’s just the two of us left at the table, and he turns toward me, his sharp eyes catching mine. “Each day my work changes,” he begins, his voice steady but intense. “There may be days where you cannot join me, and days where you can be with me all day. I have a question, Alissia. What is your limit?” I blink. Limits again? Every man I’ve met so far asks me about limits. “I have no limits,” I say, the words leaving my mouth without hesitation.

he replied, and I couldn’t help the slow curl of another smirk pulling at my lips. To most people, sending fifty thousand dollars in one go would be impossible because of banking limits. Even if the money was in their account, they would need to transfer it in bits, spread across days or split into smaller sums, before completing the transaction. But Abraham wasn’t most people. He had sent it instantly, without restriction, and he was still offering more. That meant only one thing. He had the kind of account billionaires possessed. The platinum black account, where no limit existed, where any amount of money could move in a single transaction. Only a handful of people in the entire country h

They say it's stained what I thought I bought new on life's stage They mark it as painful What life have they got To build up beyond Even sainthood I could call for a revision In vocabulary Language seems Dirty to me That revenges Beyond limits There is virtue Within of me I am virtuous Is a fact Not alone a believe For our creator Was beyond limits Beyond limits Beyond limits What limits do we Humans have If we all begin to think But then we place Limits first in mind And then step ahead To think How can thoughts Ever have limits? Revise me with a reason If you don't believe me I have sensed my mind Beyond limits Who stresses on you When you think new When you dream great When you begin a f

Out loud and often and without any condition attached. He looked at the window. At the library light. At Zara at the shelves running her finger along spines and the particular shape of her from this angle. He thought about what was coming. The thing they hadn’t fully talked about yet because June and the verdict and all of it. The thing that would arrive in November approximately and that he’d been approaching carefully from a distance because careful was how he approached things that were too large to look at directly. He thought about Sandra at twenty writing a list of things she knew.

“Come in. Let me take your bag.” The house was old money—high ceilings, bookshelves lining every wall, a fireplace in the living room crackling with a low fire despite the mild weather. He led her to the kitchen, poured her a glass of water, and sat across from her at the marble island. “The contract is simple,” he said, sliding a folder across. “Total consent. No limits beyond what we establish upfront. Everything filmed, documented, for my book. Anonymized, of course. Your face blurred, name changed. But the data is real. The reactions. The limits pushed.”

Two pens. "Sit. Please." She sat. He sat across from her. Pushed one copy toward her. "This is what I'm proposing. Read every word. Ask every question. Nothing happens until you understand exactly what you're agreeing to." She picked up the document. Heavy. Professionally bound. Numbered pages. She opened to the first page. TABLE OF CONTENTS Her eyes scanned the section headings: Hard Limits Soft Limits Safewords Orgasm Control Protocol Discipline and Punishment Public Commands

he muttered, swiftly shifting his gaze onto her. While rummaging through the books, and appearing to be busy, Aeliana turned and flashed a quick, mischievous smile. "Use it at your own risk," he gave a smug smile. "I cannot guarantee you, the absence of serious consequences," Pfft! That's bulls***! That's not how it should work! Ah! Here it is! Finally!! Relativity by Einstein! Handing the book to him, Aeliana said, "Why would you grant me permission for something I cannot do limitlessly without consequences?"

It took a moment to think about what he had said since my mind was completely full of erotic images. "A hard limit is something you absolutely will not do. A soft limit is something that you are not able to do now but it may be something you can do in the future," I repeated a line from one of the first books I'd read. This was one thing I thought would be easy to do since I had made up the list in my head after reading so many books. But after looking through the questionnaire I realized how wrong I was, there were things on here they had never ever put in the books, I suddenly felt grossly misinformed.

"People renegotiate promises, Kai. You could have talked to him." "Marco doesn't negotiate. You know that." "So instead you said nothing and married his sister in secret." She raised an eyebrow. "Tactically sound." I almost smiled. "The circumstances were unusual." "That's one word for it." She sat on the arm of the chair across from me. "We need ground rules. If we're living together, even temporarily, we need to know what this actually is." I sat back down. "Go ahead."

tea I’d bought from that underground shop, and only two minutes since my boyfriend, Mark, had shattered my pride over the phone. "I think we should have an open relationship, Ari," he’d said, his voice flat. Mark, the man who treated sex like a scheduled chore and peaked at the eight-second mark wanted variety? Interesting "Fine," I hissed, my skin already beginning to prickle with an unnatural, heavy heat. "Go find your variety. I'm going to find mine." I slammed the phone down, my breath coming in ragged hitches. The house was quiet, but it wasn't empty.