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Chapter Five


Sayuri

The scent of tea leaves and incense lingered in the room, clinging to the walls like ghosts of past rituals. Beneath it was the faint polish of wood--refined and orderly. Everything here differed from the grease-thick heat of the kitchens, where the stench of oil stuck to her skin and hair like a second layer she could never fully wash away....

PROLOGUE

Shay Caddel sat on her father's couch as they watched the 2016 Rio Summer Olympic Games. He'd made what he called his 'world famous... if only the world knew about it' chili for their traditional Sunday afternoon lunch. Chili traditionalists would probably turn their collective noses up at it because it had---gasp---beans in it, but she loved it, and it was her favorite chili. She and her dad stirred a healthy portion of Mexican cheese into their bowls and topped it with Fritos as they ate. ...

The Bridge - Chapter Twenty-Four - Tiny and Hangar

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This work is copy written by the author. All characters involved in sexual activity are eighteen years of age or older at the time of portrayal....

There I was -- in his apartment, his hands gliding slow, deliberate, across my back.
I could feel his gaze without needing to meet it -- heavy, careful, like he was weighing how much I could take before I shattered.
I kept my eyes down, pretending indifference I didn't feel, clinging to the last frayed threads of self-control. It was only our second date. He was practically a stranger....

Author's note: You definitely will need to have read Part 1 first, FYI. And just a reminder that this is a romance through and through, meant to appeal to your heart, not as much to other parts (; So there will not be sex in every batch of chapters.
Enjoy (:

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Chapter 5

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The disclaimers: Every character who matters is at least 18. A work of fiction (more or less). Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is coincidental (for the most part).
Part 9 wraps the story up. Marriage or drifting apart in with separate lives in separate cities? RAAC or Revenge for Jennifer and Tom? Somebody's bound to be disappointed. All I can say is that I had to write the conclusion to fit the characters....

Black Rolls Royce turned a lot of heads in his old neighborhood. The odd Ferrari or Mercedes during the week was normal, they had no clue where he went on the weekends. "Where are you taking me?" Chauffeur was mute.
Le Mouton was busy for a week night, Maitre De didn't need to greet him before leading him through the guest tables. Making eye contact with several of the ladies, his sexy swagger, had several woman near swooning, jealous scowls from the men. "You nasty flirt!" Stella was loud raising her ma...

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, and it was created solely by me as the author. Any similarities to characters, businesses, places, or things are all happenstance, though my appreciation to those who have inspired my works is immense.
Author's Note: This is the fourth part in the second series about the Nickels family. I believe many of you have come to love Joe, Ame, Bekah, Dave, Nancy, Bob, and Nana. (Who doesn't love Nana?!) You know the drill... my stories are STORIES, so many details make for ...

Intro:
My name is Brian. I'm 28 years old and have an athletic body. I work for an engineering company with mostly female employees. Yes, I know women mean heaven and a lot of inflamed emotions, so let's begin my story.
Chapter one:
I was in the office with two female engineers, Linda and Elena. The door opened, and the manager entered the room. Her presence was immediately marked by the fragrance of her sexy perfume, she expressed her displeasure by speaking in a raised voice that made her glossy ...

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The Bridge - Chapter Twenty-Three - Funeral of Quay Wilkes

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This work is copy written by the author. All characters involved in sexual activity are eighteen years of age or older at the time of portrayal....

The dim lighting in the bar blurred the lines between reality and the distorted version of it that existed in Luna's head. Music pulsed through the air, mingling with laughter, clinking glasses, and the murmur of idle chitchat. Her fingers curled around a half-empty glass of whiskey, her third, fifth, sixth of the night? She wasn't counting....

Monday was a grind for Gino with all the shop guys razzing him, wanting details that he wasn't going to give. "Don't call me at the office unless it an emergency." She snapped at him. He had to hear her voice. Put her in one of her designer lawyer suits she was all business. Maybe it was the tight bun in her hair?...

All the while I rock my hips backward and forward, moving her whole body like the motion of a ship at sea.
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Chapter III: In the City of Angels
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Almost as soon as we walk in the door we are in each other's arms, kissing and exploring each other's bodies with our hands. I grab her tight ass in both hands and grab the cheeks hard, pulling her to my crotch and grinding on her. She wastes no time in dropping my pants and lifting her skir...

It was a Friday night when my best friend's ex-wife walked into the bar and immediately locked eyes on me. Grace and her gaggle of other middle-aged divorcees were heading over. Most were wearing way too much make-up, war paint a friend called it once, along with clothes meant for twenty year old's and not women in their 40s. To be fair, only three of the six women were over the top, the three loudest by the way. The other three just seemed happy to get out of the house. I was trying to keep a neutral face ...

Rutwik looks away from the TV screen. It is blank anyways. Ritwik knowing fully well that it is not true. He is disgusted. At himself because he has still not moved on. He is disgusted. At life because it is so unfair. At Brinda. Because she asked the question at such a time. At the sofa because this is where they hugged for the first time. He is disgusted. At the room. Because it reminds him of her....

Cassi and Chris had made love a couple more times and had fallen asleep holding each other, exhausted from the events of the day. Cassi woke up to the sun heating the tent. As she lay there, thinking about the previous day's events, she couldn't quite comprehend it. They had made love, for sure. Cheesy, harlequin romance novel lovemaking. The way he had touched her, looked at her, protected her... it had felt real, deeply intimate. She felt drawn to him the way the tide is pulled by the moon--powerfully, in...

I can't believe this is who I'm staring at. It seems a million lifetimes ago. She was so gawky and awkward. Little Jamie, skinny, shy, the big glasses, always wearing her Clint Black t-shirt. I keep blinking. This is not the same Jamie I knew.
Now she's definitely not gawky or skinny. She's curvy and full figured. Tonight she's definitely not wearing her Clint Black tee. She has on a beautiful cotton dress. It's a faint pink, simple, non-descript. She is not going for flashy. She's beautiful. She knows i...

Those carefree days at *** University Gurgaon, were some of the best days of my life. No, I am not recycling Bryan Adams without reason. I was 30 years old. With a PhD from a big engineering college. Living practically alone in a 2 storey kothi in the elite locality of Green Park, South Delhi. Doing my dream job, albeit not in an institute of world renown as I had hoped, of teaching. Getting progressively close to a very good girl. Debolina. But still enjoying solitude once I was back in my room and indulge...

Hey guys, here's Chapter 09! I hope you enjoy it. Sorry it took so long, I've been busy with work the last couple of weeks. Sadly, I do have a full-time job and they want me to work rather than write for some strange reason!
As I've said before, Love in the Balance is its own standalone story/series. I was hoping you could read the entire story without ever having read Birthday Pool Party. Especially since I know Birthday Pool Party has elements some readers might not enjoy. There are definitely crossove...

The disclaimers: Every character who matters is at least 18. A work of fiction (more or less). Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is coincidental (for the most part).
Part 8 picks up on Sunday morning as the couple wakes up. This installment has Tom and Hayleigh setting boundaries and ground rules, with a few frolics along the way....

Friday
When Mark woke up he was between Andrea and Karen. As he tried to get up without waking any one Andrea woke up. When he got out of the bathroom she got out of bed and said: "Tennis again?"
"Yes. I like to play and here I can get a free lesson."
Andrea kissed him and rubbed her tits on his chest saying: "Is a free lesson really worthwhile?"...

HIM
"Le Mouton, seven sharp, Suit and tie required..." Ms Martin didn't bat an eye using her American Express Black card for the five thousand plus bill on her 2017 red Ferrari Portofino convertible. Set of tires and an oil change, twenty thousand mile service. I'm the assistant manager of the service department, I've been servicing her car since new. Ordering me to meet her at one of the most expensive and trendy restaurants in town....

I'm Benny, I just turned twenty-eight. It had been two months since moving into my apartment here. So I was still settling in. Work was going well. I loved my job as an airline dispatcher.
I developed a physical fitness routine. It helped.
One day, while getting my mail, I saw a very tall red headed woman doing the same. She dropped her wallet and didn't realize and began walking away....

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The music sent tingles everywhere. She rubbed her topless body upwards, from her pierced belly button to her firm voluptuous boobs. Wow, her nipples were pierced, reminding me that I considered it not too long ago. She grabbed the pole with both hands above her head and swept around it slowly, then began to grind on it, making my nipples a bit hard, as I'm sure it made every man in the room even harder. She stuck out her bum, showing ...

I sometimes get frustrated with the growing number of stories in my drafts folder, and I wish I had the discipline just to finish some. But then, the idea for an entirely new one pops into my head, and my ADHD is off to the races. This is one of those stories.
For those of you looking for free online romances with a side of gritty realism, this might not be the choice for you. Similarly, if you're looking for graphic sex (or really any sex beyond what you might find in a PG-rated movie), you might be dis...

She had a ring on her finger. Her left ring finger. It was undoubtedly a wedding ring. It glittered under the soft overhead light of the bar. Each movement of her hand as she turned her glass around, stirred her drink, or placed the glass to her lips threw glitters of light toward him. He watched her smile and chat with the bartender. A few times their eyes met, and they would smile at each other, but neither of them would look away....

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It's Only One Night

Manford Symington
I wondered how often, the disturbing sounds of 'We have to talk' were followed up by 'It's only one night. I guess it doesn't matter. What matters is it happened to me. I still wonder if I did the right thing. I probably didn't. Maybe if I had stood up for myself and made it really...

For those who have not read Parts 1 & 2, the two main characters are Margaret Jenkins, or Maggie as she is known, and Chris Barton. They have been friends and coworkers for a long time. They are not as young as they once were, and they have taken the leap to become lovers. Their first night together was Christmas Eve and from that night on they slept in the same bed at either his place or hers. They take turns moving back and forth between the two abodes without any particular schedule, and if asked each wo...

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