romance stories and histories

BELT
"Take off my belt," he demanded as I struggled with his pants. I looked down. It was the belt I had given him.
It was a simple belt. Soft brown suede, size 32, and a buckle that my trembling fingers now struggled to remove. This belt had a secret in it, an inscription on the inner wall, only visible when the owner removed it. A silly private joke I purchased for him for his first Father's Day. No, not our baby. He and his wife's. Don't think about it too much, it's complicated....

The last several years have been a blur of sex and indulgence. I've honed my craft and maybe, just maybe, not exactly used my power for good. Ok, definitely. I've done a lot wrong, but most of all, wasted my own time. Let's be honest about my situation. I am feral. By this point I am at the intersection of desirability, skill, and ambition. Ethics and morals are loose, if not merely situational. I still maintain honesty, but I've began doing things that I really can't be proud of....

The ornate gates of Avalond shut behind Kiera. She gave them one last longing look. Would she ever see them again? The pink rays of the rising sun reflected off the bronze engravings, arcane sigils to ward off intruders. She remembered the words of the archons, spoken to her with gravity moments before the heathen arrived. She had committed them to memory. It was her duty, the ultimate one, the one the heathen could not know about....

My eyes stirred. Feeling the soreness in my muscles, I begin to stretch out, but am immediately taken aback by the strange yet familiar surroundings. Glancing around, I see my old bedroom. Before I can process things, I notice a very pleasurable feeling coming from below the covers.
I pull them up and notice my wife Hannah, orally loving on my morning wood. The feelings are so strange yet familiar....

The Melkweg in Amsterdam was an old cow milking building situated across the street from a police station. It was more of a complex and had a moat around it and an actual drawbridge with an image of a psychedelic sun painted on it.
It was considered a nightclub with something for everyone. It had a theatre and a small concert venue. In the basement, they sold hash and the prices were listed on a large chalkboard. They sold every kind of hash that you could imagine. It felt more like the NY Stock Exchange...

Part 1
Daniel arrived twenty minutes early, which felt both strategic and faintly ridiculous. The small bar at the Hôtel des Grands Boulevards was all burnished brass and globe lamps, the clink of crystal, the buzz of conversations too low to overhear. He chose a stool with a view of the entrance and ordered a neat scotch and a glass of Sancerre -- not knowing which she preferred, only that either might feel right....

This is a simple love story, a series which will start slowly. Though there are hints of kink, no fetishes, just two people who discover themeslves as they explore each other.
The series is pretty much completed, just needs some cleanup.
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WE'RE BEING EVICTED???
IN BIG LETTERS FOR ALL TO SEE! There's an eviction notice on my apartment door....

Authors Preface
I started this story expecting it to be like most other stories posted on Literotica. With the usual phrases, words and viewpoints. The story is about two people who have a similar problem and of course solve it by fucking themselves into oblivion. I have written any number of stories like that....

I was on the tarmac in the airport in Bangkok. There was a line to board the DC 10 that would take us to Calcutta. I was 22 and on a journey from Bombay to London. Ahead were 3 women and I were the last of the line. I was young and gregarious then, and I asked them where they were going. She turned around and my heart skipped a beat. She smiled politely and said "Bombay"....

[Just so you know, I am VERY new at this so if I don't give you a polished work, don't be surprised. Also, this is part three. You probably have to read the first two stories to get what is going on. :-) I hope you like!]
THE NIGHT BEFORE (our departure)...
It was Saturday evening. Gracie and I had done our shopping the day before. Last minute packing was almost done. We had our matching bikinis. And, Gracie had plans. Some I knew about, some I didn't. I never knew what fun I was going to have with he...

(This is my Nude Day 2025 Entry. I love to hear from my readers. Please comment, rate, and vote!)
Chase wiped his brow. It was hot, even for Wyoming... Wyoming got hotter than people thought. He'd heard that in big cities like New York or LA, there was a newfangled invention called air conditioning. It kept indoor homes cold even in the middle of summer. Chase didn't know about that. It sounded expensive. Chase wasn't cheap; he just liked to keep his expenses to a minimum. He was just a mailman after all...

The last installment of Angela's Apocalypse! I know this story has been a bit emotionally heavy, but this one is lighter I promise. The focus is more sexy, less emotional/dramatic. Hope you enjoy it! Thanks for reading!
All characters are mine. Everyone involved in sexual situations are over 18 years old....

It was a Friday night after another long week as I reached to top of the steps for my condo with my briefcase in one hand and a pizza in the other. My ex was sitting on the steps by my front door with a little girl sitting next to her. Amy wasn't really my ex, we were having serious discussions about getting married when she announced she was pregnant with her old boyfriend's child. That was five years ago I think and the pretty little thing must be their child, she looked like Amy's clone....

Tuesday
Harry Dalton put his book down and looked around. There was something about airport terminals that made it difficult to relax. So many nervous people milling around. People going somewhere but in fact not going anywhere at all.
He played a game he often amused himself with in these situations, looking at the couples around him and trying to imagine what their love life was like. He was convinced that he could pick out which couples were adventurous in bed, which couples made love most often, w...

`I awoke to feeling of Master's feet hitting the floor. I opened my eyes to nothing. My sleepy time outfit still in place. As I felt Master cross the room to my cage, I gave as big of a stretch as I could, my paws touching both ends of the cage. As he opened the crate door, I sat on my hind legs and whimpered softly. It was hard to whimper with a gag in place, but I think they heard me. After all, it was the sleepy time one, so much smaller than the regular daytime practice one I had been training on....

First time it happened it genuinely scared Ray, Susie growling like she was possessed by the devil. "Fuck me really really hard.." Susie with her hands above her head pressing against the headboard, sloppy cunt dripping with the four loads of baby batter mixed with her juices making a large wet spot. She was so sexy, he had never make it past three ejaculations in one night, Susie was the sexiest woman he had ever been with, his little head was confused remaining hard despite his record breaking performance...

"You're going to his hotel room?!"
Makayla winced at the shrillness of her older cousin's voice. The young woman received a call from the woman no doubt due to her worrisome brother's meddling and she had been ranting for what felt like an hour.
She was flabbergasted that the girl had gotten herself into such an entanglement and with an older man at that. The brown-skinned girl couldn't blame her feelings that way....

Intro:
You know the kind of tension you can feel through a screen?
Yeah. Natalia and Stefan have been toeing that line for weeks late-night texts, teasing games, and a chemistry that's turned wicked, fast. What starts as flirtation turns into a challenge neither of them can walk away from.
No touching. No cheating. Just words....

It was past midnight. Maybe closer to two. The kind of late where even the air feels thinner.
I sat with my back against the wall, legs out, book resting open on my lap. I hadn't turned a page in ten minutes. I wasn't even pretending anymore.
She was across from me at first. On her bed, one leg folded beneath her, the other dangling loose. Bare shoulders. Tank top low and loose. Headphones in. Humming something soft I couldn't hear. She didn't sway to the music, didn't smile, didn't even blink much --...

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...