romance stories and histories

B was hiding in her room. She wasn't remotely scared of Caitlin; she just didn't want any interaction with her. What would be the point? She would be gone before summer was over, even if she made it past then, definitely by the winter holidays. Tyler had always been predictable in that regard. By Christmas there would be a new vapid blonde she would have to be civil to. Hopefully not as insufferable as Caitlin. It did make her wonder what Jace had even seen in her, but then remembered that so many men had a...

Author's note:
This is a story for the Literotica Nude Day Story Contest 2025. All characters are fictional.
The story title comes from the finale of the 1968 tribal musical 'Hair': The Flesh Failures / Let The Sunshine In, written by Galt MacDermot (music), James Rado and Gerome Ragni (lyrics). Quoted lyric snippets are the property of the authors. A complete list of songs mentioned appears at the end of the story, and the songs are widely available on streaming services....

Author's Note:
Hello again Romance readers! It's been a minute.
This one might not be for you if you are offended by adultery and/or openly bisexual men. All of the erotic contact is heterosexual, however. Abuse is an undercurrent through this whole tale, and I feel something of an obligation to be up front about that....

Bonnie falls into love part 5
Copyright Catcher78
Author's Notes: This is my story, subject to all applicable copyright laws.
It's the fifth in the series, and back due to requests as it was one of my first stories. It's a compelling story, even if the writing is a bit uneven, I hope you enjoy it. Part five is edited by Challenger69, so right out of the box it's better. Many thanks....

After washing up I just threw on my pajamas (with a sports bra) and headed up to the house. I walk through the sliding door and since Kelly should be driving and can't look at the cameras; and I don't hear the shower in Kyle's bathroom running, I allow myself time to just look at his room. His probably queen size bed has a black metal headboard with thick bars that look like fencing. He's got a gray comforter, three pillows, white sheets, and his bed is unmade. The basket that had laundry in it this morning...

[I am new at this, so yeah - there is that. Please understand that I am VERY new at this so if I don't give you a polished work, don't be surprised. Also, this is part two. You probably have to read the first story to get what is going on. :-) I hope you like!]
FUN PLANS...
One thing my bff Gracie always amazed me at was how she could be talking about one thing with words that seemed so simple and direct, but actually she could be secretly talking about something very different. She was smart. She was...

High School Reunion
By Nutmegman
Briiing, the phone rang in my sisters ringtone. "Hey big brother." She said.
"Hey yourself little and only sister. What's up?" I asked.
"Well, does that offer to visit still stand?"
"As I've told you many times, it's an open ended offer. You're welcome here any time I am not away on vacation. When do you want to come up?"...

The Luckiest Man
My name is Tom Walsh. Not a common name for a guy in his late twenties these days, but I was named after my grandfather. My mother and her sister adored their father. He died way too young, and they agreed whoever had the first child would name him Thomas. My mom won the baby lottery....

Glorie's Hole
Kate prepped for her regular Friday night out. She douched, showered and shaved. She laid out some of her expensive, sexy lingerie and killer party dress before putting on her make-up and brushing out her curly, blond, shoulder length hair. She sat at the edge of her bed hopeful but knowing she'll probably be in for another night of disappointment. Typical for a five-five, one hundred-seventy-five pound girl....

This is a Romance story in 3 parts, all written, which will be released to Literotica as each one is edited, so hopefully they will appear just a few days apart.
There will be some sex involved in later segments but if you are looking for something a little steamier, then, as I stated in previous parts, this might not be the tale for you....

The story so far: Eighteen-year-old Matt Baker and thirty-three-year-old Cary Woodley meet in in Arizona in 1993. The two form a bond over their love of history and art--Matt plays the mandolin and Cary is a professional painter. Together with Matt's best friend Jack, they are the 'Three Musketeers' who do everything from Bowie-knife fighting to bowling together. Matt realizes he is beginning to form a deeper connection with Cary when he rescues her from a compromising situation engineered by her manipulati...

To those who find one to trust



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"Do you prefer Gala or Fuji apples?"
I had never had a woman ask me a question in a grocery store, other than, "Could you reach that for me?"
"That depends. Are these apples for eating or baking?"
"Apple pie."
"Then neither. Use Braeburn apples. Or Granny Smith, although I prefer Braeburn."...

The Kingdom of Yole needed a hero. I was supposed to be that hero.
Then why, pray tell, am I in bed with the fucking demon king?
He was muscular, with ash-gray skin and stupid, sexy draconic horns. Not lean, either--built like a bear. I wasn't small myself, but where I was taller, he was wider. And gods... his cock. How the hell was it so thick? Everything would have been fine, until he dropped that little truth bomb on me....

Rick bit the inside of his cheek hard, quickly closing out his text messaging app before turning his head. Seeing that there was no one near his desk that could have seen his phone, he fought the blush on his cheeks as he sneakily reopened his phone. He tapped the messaging app, gulping at the latest text....

Chapter 1
A few years ago, Alan had a thriving business. Slightly sketchy but, making loads of money. He had a great team. Then the tornado hit. His wife had suddenly filed for divorce. And in brief, she cleaned him out. He didn't have enough funds to continue. So, he took some time to heal. And now after a few years of living off of savings he knew he would have to find a source of income. He day traded, but that wasn't going to pay the bills. He had a small 2-bedroom place he rented. It was enough. His...

thank you for the comments. keep them coming, as it helps me to improve my writing style.
**Chapter 2**
2 weeks later, at the funeral for Hannah, i am sitting at the front of the church. Still in a daze, so lost in my own head and heartache that i couldn't even begin to say what the minister said, or who came into the church to offer condolences. My daughter, who is 13 sitting next to me, just holding my hand is the only thing keeping me from snapping, or lashing out at the world....

Dear reader,
I've started and stopped writing this story a dozen or more times. I finally finished it. Sometimes they come fast and furious and other times they are like pulling teeth. This definitely is a romance story. Enjoy.
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Being an asshole is one thing, but knowing it and owning it is a completely different kettle of fish....

I had just come off a grueling book tour, somehow having managed to write a bestseller. My agent promised to run Interference so that I could get started on a sequel, but I had one last appearance I wanted to make. I offered to do a book signing at the local independent bookstore; it's a good store run by friendly people and only 15 minutes from my house. The place was a favorite of mine with dark wood bookshelves and a small coffee shop in the back with some of the best pastries to be found....

My husband Jack and I along with our three children were sitting in Chucky Cheese eating horrible pizza on a rainy Saturday when the Armstrong's stopped by to chat. Beth Armstrong had been a close friend before I cheated on my husband and now she barely acknowledged me, holding onto her husband like I was going to steal him. Yes I stole, or should I say borrowed someone else's husband but that was three years ago. I had learned my lesson and was probably safer than any other woman in here....

Christy spent her college years living it up. Tall, fit, and blessed with beautiful perky 34C's, she'd grown used to being checked out by men--and she liked the attention, most of the time.
By the spring before the junior year of college, she was looking for something more exciting, so she jumped at an exchange slot at École Polytechnique outside Paris....

The CP is intended to be an anthology series, one that I will add new stories to periodically; probably every few weeks. Each story will be stand-alone and have its own main characters, though some people will appear in several tales. The connective tissue is provided by a public pool, located in an East Coast college town....

Explorations 3.0
A note from the author:
This is a work of fiction. All people, events, and specific places exist only in my mind, and on these pages. Events portrayed are between consenting adults over the age of eighteen. Although it sets a label for the theme of this story, the title "Explorations" primarily refers to the exploration of scenes in my imagination and my ability to translate those into a story that can be understood and enjoyed....

Copyright © [2025] [SinFantasy]. This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters, and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or localities is entirely coincidental. The author reserves all rights. No part of this story may be reproduced, transmitted, stored, or reused, in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical....

The room we were in wasn't fancy, but it had character. A jacuzzi in the corner, a little kitchenette tucked away. The air still smelled like sweat and skin and that unmistakable scent of sex charged the air. I stood at the table, naked, sipping cold water and catching my breath. Behind me, she lay across the bed--legs open slightly, still flushed from the last round. Her body shone under the soft light. The sheen of sweat on her skin, the way the fine hairs on her arms caught the light, the gentle rise and...

On days when I would space out in the office, my eyes would often drift over to Alyssa. Honestly, she wasn't a bombshell--small breasts, skinny as a rail, with an average looking backside. But she was exactly my type: "nerdy cute"! Her red hair flowed over her shoulders when she took out her butterfly barrette. Her petite figure, emphasized by tight sweaters tucked into her jeans, complemented her reserved personality. The top of her cubicle was decorated with Disney pins and plushies....

This is a true story. Obviously, the name has been changed.
At thirty-six, I was at my peak-physically honed, emotionally scarred, and sexually charged. I am an Indian man, back then, from Durban, South Africa, navigating the chaos left behind by a long-term relationship that ended with betrayal by my best friend, and a dangerous love affair with a married Muslim woman that had burned too hot to survive (I will write of this at another time). That last one didn't end because we wanted it to-it ended beca...

Sorry, nothing explicit here--just two people dealing with the aftermath. Sometimes, that's the real story.
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Later, after everything.
Heather had returned from the session barely aware of her own movements.
Shower. Clothes. Automatic.
Now she lay stretched out across the blanket, dressed in soft pants and a loose T-shirt, her body heavy against the mattress....

Different Type of Prey
A Different Type of Prey
The storm wasn't the only thing causing electricity in the air. Flashes of lightning cast light into the darkness of the warehouse. Rain hammered the roof, covering the sound of her footsteps as she slowly crept around the perimeter. Gun in hand, Rhea Kingston could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins. Going against the orders of her captain once again was going to land her in more than hot water. Eight victims had lost their lives at the hand...

It was the first time she'd flown to him. After months of talking she couldn't ignore the desire to see him any longer. A thousand times they've talked about how it would be to hold each other, to lay down and hold hands and just comfort one another. A thousand times she had wrapped herself in her blanket, holding a stuffed animal instead of him. But that day it would change....

I am ashamed to tell you this but my husband left me. Don't think badly of me.
At the same time he took with him the three months rent that was due on the farm, as well as the young barmaid from the 'Charlton Inn' in Charlton Marshall. I thought that the sinking of the Titanic had been a disaster but this was far worse because it was my life that was changed. Not so much the loss of Mr Yeo, or Emily Eves for that matter, but having to leave the farm that my parents had held for so many years, and where I...