romance stories and histories

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

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Chapter 18
Andrew stared at the ceiling, just like he had the past two nights, unable to fall asleep even though it was nearing 2 a. m.
Monday morning coffee with Paul and Heather had been a chore. He didn't tell them what happened with Mal. He didn't intend to ever tell them what happened with Mal....

You ever have that one colleague who just gets you? That's Tamanna for me.
We both work at this pretty solid MNC--good pay, better coffee, and enough chaos to keep things interesting. We've known each other for about three years now. But over the last 8-9 months? Something changed. Our friendship went from casual coffee breaks and office banter to deep late-night convos, venting about life, sharing dreams, fears, and a million inside jokes no one else gets...

This one is a flash romance. I tried to flesh it out several times but never could find the right angles. I havent posted much lately, so I decided to put it out. Take it for what it is and look for some longer more complete stories soon. --BH
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"Good night, Angel," I whispered to my six-year-old daughter. Her twin brother was already asleep....

Country/western bars are getting few and far between anymore, at least the bars where you can be sure there won't be a fight at some point during the night. That's a damn shame because I always liked the atmosphere.
You'd see a bunch of young girls in tight jeans and tight check blouses doing line dances on the dance floor and a bunch of young guys holding long necks standing at the rail around the dance floor and watching....

Chapter 1 -- Living Life
Before the breakup 6 months ago, I regularly visited this cute massage studio that goes by the name Venus' Touch. Once a month, sometimes twice I liked to get a full body massage. I can't say that I needed it for any medical purpose, I just liked how it helped me relax. I was a regular at the place and I enjoyed talking to Serena, my massage therapist. We didn't know each other outside of our meetings on the massage table, but catching up with her was always fun. Despite not bein...

"Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay; the worst is death and death will have his day"
- William Shakespeare, Richard II
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THE REAPER FILE -- CLASSIFIED DOSSIER
[TOP SECRET -- MI6/BLACK OPERATIONS DIVISION]
Clearance Level: ALPHA BLACK
Eyes Only: Directorate Level Personnel...

There is no sex in this story,
My name is Least. It's not my birthname but my nickname I inherited when I was in Special Forces. I'm not 6'5 and 250 pounds or even close. Rather, I'm barely 5' 10 and usually run around 180 pounds. No one thought I could make it through special forces training but I was set on proving them wrong....

Travis is a nice guy despite his upbringing his mother abandoned him at birth his father was abusive his foster parents were even worse to him he has several scars all over his body from how badly they hurt him in fact he has several bones that never properly healed his joints ache every day and his body feels weird every time he tries to stretch also he walks like a hunch back because of this everyone makes fun of him not only because of that but because of his interest in computers video games the occult ...

"Once when you were mine..."
I was jolted from a pleasant memory when I heard the salty old man say, "Well, boy, I suppose I was wrong about you, and I'm man enough to admit it."
He set a bourbon on the table before me and invited himself to join me.
"Sir, you weren't wrong at all," I told the father of the only woman I ever loved. "I just grew up."...

Note from the Author:
Hey all. This is my first time ever writing anything. please be patient with this story, Sex is a driving force but its not the main focus, it will come, just not yet, ill post part 2 asap. cheers for reading you sexy fools xx
CHAPTER ONE: The Sound Before the Storm
Part 1 - James...

All characters are 18 or above in this story.
I was young and horny. There are a couple of girls in my apartment complex the same age range as me, all young adults. We, the whole group consisting of two girls and three guys, spend most evenings playing some games. I despised the first girl, Riya, who was the same age as me. But, I had a horny-hate relationship with the other, Avni, who was 2 years elder to me. The guys and me had an okay relationship. She'd been a problem child, failing classes, caught d...

The Yank and the English Lass
Author's note: This is totally fiction. It is also (In a roundabout way) a sequel to GarySmith69's great story "The Date". I would like to take this time to thank him for letting me borrow four of his characters for my first story. I would also, like to thank GarySmith69 for his suggestions, which I have added to the story. I hope that I have done his story and his characters justice....

After Don left to start off on his business trip I decided to make the short walk to my apartment. The temperature in the low 20s and blustery winds blew sharply up under her long pleated skirt and froze parts of her that should not be frozen. The first thing she sought when entering the apartment was a fresh pair of panties. Panties never felt so good as they did when she pulled them up and they began warming her where she preferred to be warm....

Opportunity


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(Cupid took aim when the opportunity presented itself. His arrows flew true to their mark, driving deeply into the hearts of those below.)
Cathy Dumas had fled to the countryside to escape a bad relationship and everyone else in her life. His toxic masculinity had ruined what chance they may have had together. She had found herself slowly isolated from her friends and family under his influence. His friends had invaded their home, driving her friends away. She didn't like ...

Break-up and make-up
- Good morning mrs Jones, I'm here to see Patrick.
- Good morning Andy, thank You for coming, please come in! Patrick told me You'll see him, I'm so glad he has a friend to support him.
His mom greeted me very warmly. I've never seen her before, but standing now in front of her it was obvious Patrick was all her genes. She looked young for a mother of a 19 year old, around average height and blonde, slim, moderate breasts, but I am pretty sure that her long, 70's dress was hidi...

So some slight disclaimers before the ball gets rolling
1. For those of you who normally follow my work this isn't something I usually write along the lines of, I do not apologize for that, but I know some of you enjoy my usual stuff, if that is you and you want to read something along those lines, don't worry, more of that is coming. This story was inspired by a user named, Cumberland, or something along those lines....

We're just sitting in bed, it's another Saturday. We had our fun in the sun, we had a nice dinner together. We teased and flirted. She makes highly sexual comments and gestures just at me. She draws lots of attention to her and us. All the men walk by and check her out, they all wish they could be me. All the women are watching her, they wish they could be her. They even make comments about us being cute and sexy and she banters back giving comments that yes indeed we are as crazy and sexy as they imagine....

Pining: Forgiveness

Note from Author:
This is the same story by the same name that was posted one chapter at a time throughout for NaNo Write 2024. I've tried to correct errors but otherwise, there are no notable changes. This time I'm posting the whole story at once. I do not, at this time, have any intention of taking it down again....

Chapter 16

We were the second pair there: Ty and his partner whom I recognized as "Donita Holnight" had arrived first. Ty motioned for us to take off our Walkmans, which we deposited on a table nearby. Ty's face registered mild panic as he realized that I wasn't with Cary.
He made a show of congratulating both of us effusively and gave me a high five, then took me aside. "Dude, what happened?" he whispered. "You and Jane were both supposed to go to 6."...

The intimacies of their time in the shower began in the spirit of teasing. With clouds of steam billowing around them, he stood behind her with a growing erection as he reached around and lathered up her shoulders, breasts and belly while whispering in her ear.
"These shoulders were meant to be kissed."...

Author's Note: Any similarities between this story and Laying in Bed at One in the Morning are purely intentional. (See the postscript for details; reading that story is not required but encouraged).

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Stephanie Becker lay in bed next to me, her perfect green eyes bright. Dawn over the Atlantic had woken us....

The direct and suggestive question sent a jolt through her, not just her body but her mind as well. Pleasuring herself in that way was something she had never even considered. She had been taught that such a thing was wrong and dirty ... something that proper girls did not do. She could hardly believe she was considering it now. Denying messages were telegraphing to her and listening to those of her mind she shook her head and meekly said, "No."...

TWENTY-TWO

Still smiling, Shay and Dan quickly trotted down the steps of the magistrate's office. Dan had an injunction that prevented Neil K. Mitchell from posting comments related to him on any social media platform, and a warrant for him to appear was going to be issued for coercion and extortion. The Sheriff's department was going to attempt to serve the injunction and warrant, but if Neil decided to go missing, he knew a crack PI that was willing to track the asshole down and make sure justice w...

Exposed, wild and beautiful, Anna knelt on the sodden bed with her electrified body eagerly anticipating his next move. Craning her neck to glimpse him, she could only see Jack's head tipped to one side, almost assessing her, his hand mindlessly and languorously stroking his own hard cock from root to tip. The only thing he wore was a gentle smile as he surveyed her, ass up, knees still trembling from her last... educational orgasm....

All names, places and references are fictional. All the characters are over eighteen.
This is the story of An's Mom, Julie. This is the last in this series. It's free standing but also uses the first two for some background.
An had asked me to act as her father and walk her down the aisle for her wedding. Because of that I was seated next to her mom, Julie. I watched as Julie and a few others gave short speeches to congratulate them and welcome Derek and his parents into her family. Derek's mom and da...

I slam the cupboard door. It's an accident, but also not totally an accident.
"For fuck's sake, can you just remember to get the olives next time?" I say.
You roll your eyes and sigh.
"I told you, I thought we had some. It's fine. I'll text Bob and tell him to bring some," you say.
I nod and turn to the cutting board. I'm slicing lemons and limes and placing them in little bowls for the cocktail table. People are coming in half an hour and I still need to empty the garbage in the bathroom and wi...

NINETEEN

Shay had given up on trying to develop an excuse to get Dan's ex-partner, Neil, to talk to her. She couldn't fabricate a convincing story, and she had nothing to use as leverage. The fact was, she had nothing, not one damn thing, that would stand up in court. All she had were guesses and the testimony of an admitted liar. Given that Neil only owned the site someone used to contact Lindsey, there wasn't a shred of evidence connecting Neil to the rumors or Lindsey....

The phone on his desk, then the watch on his wrist vibrated, signaling a text. When Zach looked at the watch, it read, "Can you stop down at the beginning of your plan?"
He resumed his lecture, but once he finished and got his students working on their assignment, he returned to his desk, picked up his phone and replied, "Yeah, sounds like you've had a fun morning so far."...

For a complete list of Madison and Nate stories and their chronological order, see my profile page. Not all stories are posted in the order in which they occur.
The number of people on the beach this time of day, early morning, was low. Most everyone was probably nursing a hangover; such was life at a Caribbean island resort....

Aimee awakened to the deep sonorous tones of the grandfather clock in the living room as it struck eleven o'clock. It required a few moments for her to come fully awake and to orient herself to her surroundings. The memory of what had happened in the previous few hours rushed over her like a tidal wave and brought her fully awake....