romance stories and histories

Forewarning to anyone who has read my stories before this story is going to be a much slower burn than my other stories and therefore it will be a bit longer to get to the fun parts.
Zach was feeling a little down on himself. His girlfriend had broken up with a couple of months ago and he was still trying to deal with the disappointment of the end of his relationship. He was finally in a place where he was considering going after other girls except that he had no idea where to start. He hadn't exactly be...

Chapter Three


Sayuri

Steam curled in thick ribbons through the kitchen, the scent of roasted meats and fresh herbs heavy in the air. Copper pots clanged against the stone hearth while the shuffle of feet and murmur of voices formed a steady hum of activity. The heat was relentless, pressing against Sayuri's skin as she scrubbed the remnants of last night's feast from a wooden basin. The water had long since turned cloudy, her fingers wrinkled and raw from hours steeped in the scalding temp...

Witters Note:
This is a slow story (also my first, 48 chapters have been written editing is going on for them), non-erotic in the beginning though there is teasing up to chapter 15 where the full on on erotica starts. Uploads for the story would be weekly ranging from 2.5K to 4k words each. The story is centred on romance and soon moves to soft dom then to full BDSM territory the romance part stays. Mainly this is based on the female MC's POV all though it is written in 3rd person because I like to jump ...

Samantha groped for the light switch in the unfamiliar bedroom without success, she'd dumped her coat on the pile along with everyone else when she arrived and was now rummaging for it in the dark. 'This has to be the crappiest party I ever been to' thought Samantha gloomily, 'why did I even bother to come?' which, she admitted to herself, was a pretty dumb question. She had come because Simon, her bastard, slimy, cheating ex-boyfriend, just might have been there....

Author's Note: This story follows the events of Mads & Nate Once More With Feeling but is intended to stand on its own.
If this is "plain old vanilla sex" I'll take it.
Madison was thinking of the first night she and Nate were together. She'd meant it as a suggestive joke, implying they would be having a lot of sex. Which they had. Some of it had risen to the level of the "sexy sex" of that night, some not. Madison was not complaining....

© 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....

The Butler Did It
Note: everyone in this story is 18 years of age or older. This story has a lot of character buildup. Today, there are almost no openings for butlers. Since the butler in the story isn't in his eighties and with an old family, It will take some effort to make the story somewhat believable without making the butler a gigolo. I have no intension of writing a dark story. The erotic parts come late in the story. (If I get anything wrong, remember this is fiction and I'm neither rich nor a bu...

Kind face
The nerves had settled down. He was moving freely and funny and had her smiling. That beautiful smile. He still had no idea how he had accomplished this. Tonight she wore a beautiful black wrap dress and simple black heels; he had on his khaki pants, a button-down shirt and a nice blazer to go along with it. He had taken her to one of the finest places in town. The gentleman did not shown up empty-handed, flowers and a stuffed animal. Now I know why he asked me my favorite animal, she giggled t...

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"No. Tonight's about you," he whispered, grabbing my wrists from his belt and pushing me onto the bed. I giggled, and my heart pounded as he pressed against me. My body tingled as he released my wrists and lowered his head. He kissed my belly, and his fingers toyed with the waistband of my shorts....

Notes from the Wyld (Please don't bother commenting that I said no more notes):
After completing Melody's Silence and Cycles, I found myself returning to writing about Travis Parker as a way to reset and reconnect with the type of storytelling that has always brought me joy. Writing Travis is like revisiting an old friend--his dry wit, resilience, and knack for sarcastic introspection make him endlessly entertaining to explore. The Day the Wi-Fi Betrayed Me initially set the tone for Travis's voice, and ...

Amie Ch 04
I wrote the first three chapters about Amie many years ago, but never published them until I began contributing here. I thought chapter 1 was particularly clunky, so I submitted an edited version.
This chapter 4 does not stand alone. Please read the others for background.

To those whose losses turn to joy...

Warning: This is a slow burn novel that doesn't have much sex in it, especially at the beginning. Though there are temptations at the beginning, the actual sexual themes don't really get going until later on in the story. It's a bit different from one of my normal stories. If you are wanting really raunchy sexy, this probably isn't your story. This is much more of a love novel....

The mood was merry, the weather gorgeous, and her man was by her side. Alana Goodwin's life had never been more fulfilling than it had been now. She and her boyfriend Kole were visiting his hometown of Jezebel Falls, as they tried to do every month. The inhabitants of this small town were the closest thing Kole had to a family, and after being away for years while struggling on the streets of the big city, he was anxious to make up for lost time....

The events in this story take place shortly after Denae's Day of Research
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On the way home from Atlanta, Bill thought about the job offer and the possibility of a future with Denae. Still excited by her experiences at the strip club, she was very talkative during the drive and did not leave Bill many opportunities to speak. As he pondered and Denae talked, he looked over at her occasionally, taking delight in her mannerisms, her beauty, her joy. By the time they were nearing the Georgia border, he...

If her husband had a problem with her reaching back out to her ex, he didn't say anything. She had been lying in bed with him when she got the text message. Richard was reading next to her.
She glanced at her husband as she often did throughout the day. She thought that he was so handsome, with his well kept beard. She had noticed the gray hairs in it but she had never mentioned them to him. She thought that they made him look more distinguished and she figured like someone's weight, you didn't need to t...

I had been at the Pryce farm almost five weeks now, and I was starting to feel restless. I'm what I guess you'd call a drifter. When the storm drove me to that old barn, I didn't know how bad it would be. It was one of what the locals call a "twister", and it damn near tore off the barn roof, along with ripping up most of the fence keeping in the livestock....

She was at the front desk, bent over, rummaging through a purse filled with what looked like nail polish when they arrived at the studio.
Khaleed looked around, taking in the studio. The walls were painted in a soft pastel, pronounced with a framic artwork connecting an elegant touch. An unconscious, soothing fragrance of lavender lay down in the air, possibly from the diffuser placed on the counters. Line shelves with organized bottles of nail polish and makeup products shined under the warm glow of pen...

Wicked Game
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Author's notes: This my story and it may not be copied, sampled used without my expressed written permission.
This is a completely true story that does not involve the singer Chris Isaac.
Characters:
Bev Lord seductress, incest craver of monster dicks, lesbian lover and artist, model Teddy's lover...

Chapter Two


Sayuri

Sayuri sat hunched on the cell floor, her knees drawn to her chest, arms wrapped tight around her legs. Her broken nails, caked with dirt, traced absently along the edge of her thumbs. The stone beneath her feet was cold, scattered with straw that had long since soured with rot. She kept her gaze low, avoiding the other women crammed into the suffocating space. Their low murmurs and stifled sobs blended with the cloying stench of sweat, mold and despair....

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Chapter 1
It's funny--the way people talk about "the one who got away."
Like they were some huge, tragic loss. A missed shot. A plane you were supposed to catch.
But that's not how I remember her.
She wasn't the one who got away.
She was the one who held me, until I became someone worth holding....

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 6 picks up on Thursday morning. This installment features a showdown with Jennifer, and a yachting trip that brings new challenges....

Again, I'd like to thank kenjisato for great editing and my lunchtime friends for their input. If you find any mistakes, it's probably something I did after editing.
Active sexual activity only involves characters over the age of eighteen. Any similarities to persons, living or dead, are coincidental, I think....

It was a dark and stormy night. Look, I know it's a cliche. And a really bad one too. But it honestly was. There wasn't a lot going on in the pool hall, just the jukebox playing some Memphis Blues. Overall the bar looked worn-down and filled with character. Picture the worn out bar you have in your head. Yep. This is it....

It was a Monday, and I was working from home because I had a 4:00 in the morning conference call with our partners in England. The call required me to wear a tie and dress shirt and now that the call was over, I could switch into some sweats. My wife Jesse was in the shower when I was changing. As I was heading back downstairs to my home office, I realized I had left my phone in the master bedroom. Jesse was dropping her towel as I walked in, she screamed, picked up the towel and covered herself....

All of my writing is fiction, and the stories and characters are products of my imagination. They were created for my fun and, hopefully, your enjoyment. Some of the events in the stories are not particularly condoned nor encouraged by the author but are there to create and enhance the story of the imaginary characters and their lives. Comments are always encouraged and carefully reviewed. All characters within the story who need to be are 18 years of age or older. I hope you enjoy! And take a second to vot...

There is a lake right in the middle of the forest with perfect coordinates, like a heart beating and pumping life to the green lushness. I grew up ten miles West from the lake, in a large farmhouse bordering the edge of the forest. I'd go hiking through the forest with my father some of the days but never reached the lake. My father warned me that although the forest was beautiful, it was also dangerous....

The office was quiet. Lights dimmed. Only the soft hum of the air conditioner and the distant rattle of the city after dusk. Everyone had gone home hours ago.
Everyone but her.
Amelia sat at her desk, fingers trembling over the keyboard as she tried to finish the quarterly report. She was trying to focus, she really was -- but she could feel him watching....

Laying in Bed at One in the Morning
Stephanie Becker stood in my doorway on a Saturday night, head titled to one side, green eyes brighter than ever. It had been nine months since I last saw her.
"Hi Nick."

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My relationship to Steph was complicated. It was 'to' and not 'with' because we'd never been a couple....

Let Me Take Care of You: With My Mouth
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He doesn't ask what she saw.
Doesn't say a word about the titles on the shelf, the ones her eyes lingered on a moment too long.
She's still holding the silence like a glass vase--careful not to drop it. Unsure if it's meant to be passed back or smashed to the floor....

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 5 picks up on Wednesday morning. This installment has more sex as Hayleigh and Tom work out their personal issues, and Hayleigh lets some of her own demons out of their cages. Tom's sister, Danni, gives him a new perspective to chew on....