romance stories and histories

Sam and I had fallen in love as deeply as two people could, we had become engaged and we planned to marry on her 19th birthday, I was doing well at my University course. Sam and her parents were very supportive of what I was doing, even though she was not at University herself. We began to see each other almost every day. As I asked her, she always wore dresses of one sort or another and we both liked going out and buying her new ones. Usually we would go to our favourite charity shop, Oxfam, which we knew ...

She loves me not, She loves me
A journey of finding oneself and true love
This is a Greenville Story
PREAMBLE RAMBLE: This is my first attempt at writing a lesbian based story. I know, I know. It's like any other story, but with women. I thought about placing this in the Lesbian Category, but decided on Romance because it's a love story....

A few days later, Ivy and Priscilla were helping Lenore bring her things into the house. Aside from a few boxes and cases she had not left Ivy's Father with much. But it was still a clean break and a chance for her to make a fresh start. It was all inside after a few trips to and from the carriage. After it was left in the spare bedroom, now Lenore's new room, Priscilla started to make tea. She was having a hard time hiding her glee as she brought the tray into the sitting room....

How to Summon a Demon to Spice up Your Life
Chapter 1:
Heavenly Pleasures in Hell
I can't remember the last time I felt happiness, my mind got numb long ago. Everyone around me is smiling and laughing but I just continue to stare blankly at the clouds. Lost in thought and lost in time. A boring regular girl working a boring regular job. Yeah, I met new people, made friends, even started dating this dude. But it's all so boring and fake, just following the steps of life like a video game. Is this al...

Introduction:
Yumi had always played it safe until a wild Couchsurfing trip brought her from the crowded streets of Tokyo to the moody, electric heart of Belgrade. What started as a group hangout with strangers quickly spiraled into something unforgettable: a chance meeting with Stefan, the city's charming, mischievous local. One accidental late-night photo, a flurry of curious DMs, and two days of mounting tension later, Yumi was about to learn just how thrilling it could be to let go of her fears, brea...

Warning: depictions of non-consent and drug use.

Chapter 28

I came back from the showers in a fantastic mood--Cary and I would have the whole weekend together, and Aaron was supposed to be gone for both days, so we'd have the room to ourselves. I knew it was technically against the dorm rules, but half of the folks were gone for fall break, and nobody would really care. I was hardly the first guy to sneak a girl into his room for sex....

Probably nothing new to literotica here. As I was falling asleep I glanced at the bedside clock and it clicked over to 11:11. When I was kid with my first digital clock I always thought it was a special time. It did inspire a dream which I have written here. I hope you enjoy it -- EOUL jsps.
The plan was for my wife to be served with divorce papers at the eleventh minute of the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month. Jesse was not at her desk at that moment so she was served on the eight...

I Was Forty Five When She Started p.2
Copyright Catcher78, all rights reserved
Author's notes: This is my story, and it may not be copied, sampled, or published on another site without my expressed written permission. It is a fictional story with any resemblance to real people coincidental.
There are aspects of cheating, obsession, interracial sex, and physical abuse. Lastly, there is also discussion of suicide. If you are in that space, talk to someone; there is a suicide hotline, nobody is worth ...

[ Important story and details in Ch. 01-02, would suggesting reading those as they are the build up to this scene ]
Maddy was pleasantly shocked to see Mack lean down for a kiss. But she was even more stunned to feel him kiss her passionately, not just a soft short peck. His hands moved; one moved to her lower back to both hold her and push her into him, the other ran to the back of her neck supporting and holding her head. His lips met hers and pressed against them slightly open and it felt like her lip...

Thursday
One morning in the middle of the following week Harry was working at home when an email arrived from Olivia. As he started to read it he found his heart rate quickening with every word...
Darling
I know that you have been enjoying the recent change in our love life thanks to the amazing work of Doctor Hughes. And you know that I have been enjoying it too! So we are both happy....

I wake up dreaming of your tongue in my pussy. You are licking me gently, deliberately, almost as though you are trying to keep me from waking. In the fog of sleep I murmur my pleasure and shift my hips for more. I feel your phantom hands holding my legs in place, your tongue filling me, and I move my head from side to side....

Sam and I had fallen in love as deeply as two people could. These stories about romancing her, are inspired by photos that had been taken of the two of us before we were married. One of the photos was of Sam in the Victorian outfit we had bought for our engagement party, we were in York by the Minster. Even now she looks gorgeous. When I look at this particular photo I remember when she chose the clothes, I remember lacing up the bodice, then I remember helping her out of the outfit and dressing her in her ...

Azriel pinched the bridge of his nose trying to ward off the headache he knew was brewing. He had stayed up too late last night with the maid from his hotel. Her flirty little giggles coaxed his spirit after dealing with his asshole of a Director. He never took time off from work, and frankly that jackass owed him a lot more than a single weekend off after all the clients he'd brought into the company....

The cabin crouched so deep in the pines that even the moonlight arrived in shy, broken pieces. One gravel track wound in from the county road, ending at a small clearing where cedar shingles glimmered silver and a single chimney breathed woodsmoke into the cool morning. Inside, the air smelled of resin and old coffee; a wide plank floor glowed under scattered rugs, and a stone hearth waited with fresh kindling already laid....

TRIESTE with DESTINY
The elevator doors opened with a soft metallic sigh, and Zara stepped out barefoot.
No suitcase behind her this time. No check-in pleasantries or bellboy chatter. Just her -- in a teal cotton kurti, hem brushing her knees, her long hair loosely braided down her back, a pair of gold-tinted sandals in one hand, and her heart quietly storming in the other....

Disclaimer:
All characters depicted in this story are at least 18 years old and in their final year of high school. No underage individuals are involved in any part of this narrative. Thank you for your understanding, and now, enjoy the story.
Emily is the school's innocent sweetheart--until the cocky bad boy finds her secret fantasy diary. What starts as playful blackmail slowly turns into a wild, hilarious, and deeply sexy transformation neither of them saw coming....

Dedication
To the Lion who found me. For the way you touched my soul before you ever touched my skin. For your fierce tenderness, your wild gaze, your worshipful hands. For turning my trembling into fire, and my silence into song.
This altar was always yours.
Author's Note
There are stories that whisper their way into existence, and then there are stories that blaze. *The Lion at My Altar* was born from the second kind--a story forged in longing, shaped by surrender, and blessed by the kind of l...

All names, places, and events mentioned are imaginary.
This story happens in the same imaginary universe where one of my other story - Aida - took place.
You need not have read that story to enjoy this.
Standard Warning : It is a love story based in a fictional medieval world. There is very little sex. If there is, anyone indulging consenting adult. There are mentions of gentle femdom....

Eudora
Huffing and sighing, I carried on with reviewing the significant pile of documents before me. After this; it's straight to filing. I looked over my shoulder at the overhead clock. It glowed; displaying 9:30pm. Internally frustrated but more determined; I took on the pile head on; focused on clocking out and going home soon. And before I knew it; I was in the final moments of this tedious task; double checking to make sure everything was error-free. I placed all the filing folders in their rightful...

Next day I was so nervous because I was thinking that she was going to ask my friend for sex on the weekend and I didn't want anyone else to have sex with my girlfriend. I was terribly jealous but I thought I'd wait until Friday. After work I will date her and tell her not to do it. On Friday during work I called her to ask not to have a threesome at weekend but she said yes, a guest will come on Saturday and we will have sex all together. I couldn't believe that after a few months of being together, my gir...

He lifted her onto the sideboard as their tongues melted into each other. The music outside the curtain to their right was muffled but still loud, their escapade cloaked in privacy. They were two strangers masked in fantasy Renaissance costumes. His violet eyes cast by dark eye lashes and set in a brown leaf mask. Her emerald green eyes decorated with magenta fairy wings that spread from the bridge of her nose on either side to her ears. They were drunk on rum and floating through the night on a wildness of...

The view was worth rising early. He was right, but I wouldn't tell him just yet. After all, he knew I was a night owl and he reveled in keeping me... occupied... in the small morning hours. Still, we bounced and glided over the slick roadway in his cherry red pickup. It powered capably through the ruts in the slush and ice as we made our way around the bends. The pale violet dawn light was just landing on the dark trees. The patches of thick fluffy white snow hung on their heavy branches and they held their...

The door groaned open.
The room beyond was... still.
The air changed as I stepped over the threshold -- thicker, quieter. The temperature dropped several degrees, but it wasn't cold like stone.
It was cold like presence.
Like something had just breathed out.
Except nothing was breathing....

Maddy selected her floor while waiting for a response. There was a brief moment of awkward silence in the elevator as Mack considered his answer. Maddy couldn't tell if he was shocked or just considering his schedule; it didn't matter, she didn't care if he said yes or no, it was a dumb question anyway. She knew she did truly want him to say yes but she'd never let him know that and refused to admit it to herself. Mack reached down and selected his own floor, Maddy was hit with a wave of disappointment that...

War and Love - French Love and the Atlantic Weather Report
© JoeMo1619 - August 2025 ff.
Location: St. Pierre and Miquelon - French Overseas Department off the Canadian East Coast, from Autumn 1940
Prologue:
In the summer of 1940, the Wehrmacht conquered all of France in just 46 days, occupying the north, Paris, and the entire coastline along the English Channel and the Bay of Biscay. In the central and southern parts of the country, they accepted the existence of a French rump state under Marsh...

Sex with a woman nearly twenty-years younger than me.
Last Saturday after what I thought was a good date, she took me by surprise while driving her home. Accustomed to making small talk during the ride, the drive to her house was too quiet. It seemed a little uncomfortable because rather than sitting next to me, moving as far away from me as she could, she leaned against the passenger door with her head against the window. With a palpable chill in the air, if I had a backseat big enough for a person to f...

La Mer glowed in the late-summer dusk, all burnished brass and deep sea-green velvet. Chandeliers dripped crystal like foam, and the hush of expensive cutlery floated above the soft clink of ice in glasses. Ava stood at the maître d's podium in the red dress Leo had chosen--silk, bias-cut, the hem skimming mid-thigh. Underneath, exactly nothing. The fabric whispered against her skin each time she shifted; the knowledge was an electric hum low in her belly....

The crimson ON AIR sign blinked to life in the booth, casting a soft glow over the spartan furnishings of the podcast studio, all blond wood and matte black foam. Jillian adjusted her mic with practiced flair, her glossy ponytail swishing over one shoulder as she flashed her best "camera smile" at the guest seated across from her....

"I'm surprised you can paint something so accurately, considering it's not even here." Ian leans down, peering over Blair's shoulder with an impressed expression. Blair bristles at having someone so close to her while working, but tries to keep her cool. It's unlike back at her apartment, where she could shut the lights off and work alone with nothing but energy drinks to keep her company and stimulated. If she wants to work on art, she either has to fork over a pretty penny for the supplies and keep them i...

Dear readers
This is a stand-alone tale that has rattled in my brain for a bit and I decided to get it down quickly. My style of writing is fast, it is sloppy, is has dialog that may be difficult of follow. Rest assured, I know this. But I don't have an editor, so bear with me and hold any grammar and other criticism in your draft folder....