romance stories and histories

Despite being a software engineer, I loved analog. Software engineering paid me well and allowed me to work at home with flexible hours. My watch was analog and not some fancy name. Most of my music was on vinyl and I had a great turntable set up in my home office. I also liked old fashioned calendars, the kind where you can see the whole month. There's a large one on the upstairs fridge, which was critical when the boys were growing up, trying to keep track of practices, games, concerts and who was working...

Hey guys, here's a cast of characters for Love in the Balance! The story is getting quite a bit more involved than I expected, so I thought it would be nice to have a cast of characters that can be referenced. Unlike the cast of characters for Birthday Pool Party, I'll only list characters that are mentioned more than once....

Blatant rip off / inspired by a song I like. I hope you like.
Children, when left to their own devices, don't consider things like race or socio-economic background when making friends. They gravitate towards people that naturally get along well with them.
At 6 years old, I didn't care that Nao and I were as different as night and day. She shared her lunch with me, mostly because she didn't like the American food served in our school cafeteria. Her parents insisted she integrate into American culture,...

Disclaimer:
All characters depicted in this story are over the age of eighteen. This is a work of fiction intended for mature audiences only and contains consensual adult content. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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Chapter One
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Part One...

I am now a single Dad.
Her paramour convinced her to leave, but they both died.
I am Thomas Parsons, Tom, a single father, widower, teacher, and educational leader.
It has been three years since my beautiful but cheating wife died in an accident with the guy she was cheating on me with.
What happened....

I let the water wash the last of the soap off my body and rinse my hair another time, turning around and letting the water run over my face. I step out of the shower and grab a towel, rubbing myself dry as I grab my glasses, and walk into the bedroom.
You're there, on my bed, naked. I see the pile of your clothes on the chair next to the bed....

Author's Note/Chatter (skip if you prefer):

I have come to the point where the creative/inspiration juices have run out, and thus, I've reached the great 'Writer's Block.' This is straight out of my word processor. It is no longer checked for technical precision or excellence. I've also reached that point of stagnation to what we call a 'soup' state. And since I've written this here, I might as well put all of the possible disclaimer I can gather....

Hey all, the story that you are going to read is my first ever work that I have published here.
I hope you enjoy reading it just as much as I've enjoyed writing it.
Thank you.
RK.

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"Got seated?" I asked, pulling the straps together to tighten my helmet.
"Yes, Let's go." Tanu said as she settled herself behind me. It was late evening and we were returning home from a cafe on my scooter....

I'm planning to meet Ryan at 7. If I were smart I would have brought a makeup bag and change of clothes with me to work so I could stay downtown for a bit instead of rushing home and coming right back. We're getting dinner at the fancy hotel restaurant. But I'm not date-ready.
This guy, Ryan, is kind of a douche but he always pays for dinner and the sex is fairly decent. I'm willing to bet he'd be into some BDSM or something kinky if we got together a few more times, and I'm down for some mediocre conver...

This is basically an erotic love story and of course all characters are over 21. It will not start out as a love story, but it will get there. The Gardener contains BDSM, bondage, exhibitionism, and lots of kinky sex. If you don't like these things then this story may not be for you. Please vote often (fives are most welcome) and of course please leave constructive comments....

This story is called a Romance for a reason. If all you want to see is the same old, same old, look elsewhere.
This story has been in the works for weeks, trying to get the rights words to create a very erotic atmosphere and avoid using the much over used porn vocabulary and mental images. Yes, yes, I know, what is porn without all the moans and groans....

I am starting a new series that will be six or eight Modern Erotic Fairy Tales. Four have already been written and I am sure you can figure out which ones.
This is basically an erotic love story and of course all characters are over 21. It will definitely not start out as a love story, but it will get there. The Series contains BDSM, bondage, exhibitionism, and lots of kinky sex. If you don't like these things then this story may not be for you. Please vote often (fives are most welcome) and of course pl...

Chapter 17

We reconvened in the library, where extra seats had been placed. A couple of the red-vested staff stood off to the side of the room. Four chairs had been set up near the front of the room. The rest of the group filtered in, their faces eager and displaying various levels of horniness. The party had clearly achieved the intended effect of getting everybody ready for a night of hot sex and swapping, as a lot of gazes lingered on us as we entered the room....

Deniece trying to get back into life

Chapter 1
It's Friday morning, Deniece's seven-year-old son David and her five-year-old daughter Wendy are off to school. Deniece sat down with a cup of coffee and wanted a few minutes alone. She has a slightly eccentric way of making her coffee, which she is particular about; for instance, she counts exactly 17 stirs clockwise and then 4 stirs counterclockwise, believing this ritual brings balance to her day....

Author's note: You definitely will need to have read the previous chapters first, FYI. Enjoy (:

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Chapter 22

10:38am
hey

10:40am
Hey (:

10:46am
thats backwards

11:02am
Nah, that's my thing, that's how I make them. Then you know it's really from me and not an imposter (;...

War and Love - Catalina
© JoeMo1619 - May 2025 ff.
'War and Love' ('Krieg und Liebe') is a successful series of erotic-historic short stories on Literotica's German language platform. Some of these stories have Anglo-American background, so I'm planning to translate them into English step-by-step....

For context and history read the previous part "Stuck Hiding with Avni". This is story #2 in the 'Adventures and Avni' Series.
Avni texted me that night "Let's meet tomorrow, alone. We need to talk."
Me: "Done. We'll meet, just the both of us ;), after we hangout as a group. Where do you wanna meet?"...

Just Not Tonight
More than love, more than lust -- this happens when two people are magnetic to the core.
Lucy and Zak aren't just in love -- they're addicted, consumed by each other. Every glance, every touch drips with filthy, magnetic tension they crave. Just Not Tonight isn't about romance; it's about raw, obsessive need -- where even an ordinary Saturday explodes into dark, electric lust, with hours of teasing, choking, anal, toys, domination, and unrelenting, body-shaking orgasms neither can res...

We were just neighbors. We lived next door to each other in identical townhouses in sunny Arizona. Each townhouse had a small, ten-foot by ten-foot concrete pad at ground level behind the building. The developer called it a patio but it was barely large enough for a small table, two chairs, a propane gas grill and a single chaise lounge....

The Senator's Wife
Copyright Catcher78, all rights reserved
Author's notes: This story belongs to me and may not be used by anyone without my expressed written permission. Special thanks to Leon Brian le Roux for editing. He made it better.
The story is about an election cycle for the election and the life of a conflicted U. S. Senator and long-term politician, as well as his family and friends. It is a true story, with some name changes here and there....

A/N: This is the ⅖ of the story. As a foreword, the entirety of this is basically a traditional linear type narrative.
Content Disclosure: This is categorized under Romance since it explores the lives of its main characters, it's psychological approach and the themes that it delves into. However, due to the explicit, graphic and sexual elements of certain chapters, I can also categorized them based on their dominant tone. Right now, it could be subcategorized as either Erotic Couplings, Non-Consent/Reluc...

Flora was annoyed. She and her boyfriend Henry had arranged this weekend away in order to try and save their ailing relationship, and she had been expecting to spend two days in bed, attempting to kindle some passion in their ailing sex life, or, at the very least, give him a clearer idea of where her clitoris was. However, he'd roused her early on Saturday morning, not with a nice, firm erection, which she had seen all too little of lately, but with two tickets to a nearby living history museum. She gaped ...

© 2025 Duleigh Lawrence-Townshend. All rights reserved. The author asserts the right to be identified as the author of this story for all portions. All characters are original. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. This story or any part thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the expressed written permission of the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a review or commentary....

Content Disclosure: Other elements attributed to Erotic Couplings also occur from this chapter. It's a complete sex scene.
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Chapter 7
Mike, if he got his wish and I became his girl, would be my man. I wanted him exactly as he was: his face, eyes, that fucking body, sitting. I would kneel for this man and worship his cock while he looked at me with that cool gaze and his closed, unreadable mouth. Those olive eyes that squinted slightly as he tilted his head back, waiting, like he was entitled to ...

Content Disclosure: This chapter has elements that falls under Erotic Couplings too. Since it consists of erotic foreplay.
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Chapter 6
Michael! Just think about the extent I put out there as your pretty-little-date. Pay up!
That's what I wrote after hitting send. There it is... I let out an exhilarated sigh....

It was about 10 on a Sunday morning and I was sitting on the hood of my wife's BMW in the Hilton parking lot, waiting for my loving wife to come out with her lover. I took a bunch of pictures as the couple came out and their passionate kiss goodbye. Jesse was still holding his hand when she spotted me, I could read her lips as she said, "Oh fuck, my husband." Joe, who had once been a very good friend of mine made eye contact with me. Jesse was pushing him away as she collapsed to her knees....

Author's Note: This story has sex in it but sex is not the focus of it. And it has some intense emotional scenes near the end.
I hope you will still try it and enjoy it.

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I was visiting family in New Jersey and was shopping at Walmart of all places. I went for deodorant to replace what I'd mistakenly left at home when I ran into Diane. Even after thirty years I recognized her instantly; we were together Senior year of college. It had been a casual college thing. Even when we were serio...

Think of warmth, of heat, of passion and intensity.
You are lying shirtless on your flat belly in front of the fireplace, on a mattress covered with a soft thick duvet. Your head on a pillow. You have a blanket covering you from your waist down, otherwise you are completely naked. The fire is stoked with an oil sawdust mixture which makes the heat ever so intense. It is so hot that you have to turn your head to face away from the fire as you feel the heat overwhelming on your cheeks. Your skin is glisten...

I am having the best dream ever. It feels so real! The sensations, the wetness, the overwhelming sense of... wait what is this?
Am I dreaming?  Is this real?  How long have you been awake?  How long has my dick been in your mouth for?  Waking up and watching your head bobbing up and down as you serve the Prince is so fucking erotic.  ...

The divorce had been a brutal life sucking process for me. Ava and I had been in love, or at least I thought we were. We met the summer after we both graduated highschool. She was from a middle class family and I was on the lower end of the income scale, my family was somewhere bouncing back and forth between food stamps and living paycheck to paycheck. It was the best a single mother could do for her family, which included lonely old me....