romance stories and histories

This is a Harbinger96 original and is not to be shared or reposted without my consent. All characters involved in sexual acts are 18 years old or older.
The layout of Darren's is based on a restaurant/club I worked at during college. I loved that place, and I still think about it often.
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I took one last pull from my cigarette and ashed it out on the bottom of my boot before heading into "Darren's Seafood and Grill," the new restaurant that hadn't quite opened yet....

Author's note: Writing is often an emotional experience, especially as one thinks deeply about the characters he is bringing to life. There are times when the characters we create lead us to endings we had not originally considered.
So it was with me, as I learned from Tom and Heather.

To all who have found and lost true love!...

Chapter 9

As we pulled into the parking lot of Cary's apartment, all I could think about was getting home to shower and change into regular clothes not covered in dirt and paint splatters. Well, that and Cary's spectacular kill streak. And her boobs against her sports bra and flat tummy. And my sudden realization that my feelings for her might be real love....

Previously on What's Left of Me: Dafydd Williams starts a new job and meets a new girl. Emily is vivacious and perceptive, and, like Dafydd, is trying to find her place in the world. They're drawn to each other immediately, and have an intimate night out ending in mutual oral. Unfortunately, after a long week of training, they're too tired to consummate the relationship fully, and make plans for Friday to finish what they'd started, and to decide what they want to be to each other. But they've got make it t...

Taking the fastest shower in the history of showers after finishing her chores, Jasmine rushed to Katie's, knowing her bandmates would chew her out if she kept them waiting again."
"Hi, guys," she greeted as she entered.
She was met with murmured "heys." They were pissed. And rightfully so.
"I'm sorry I was late yesterday," she said....

Chapter 3: Berlin Crossroads
It was late 2029 when Julia's phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number: "Berlin. Exhibition opening. You in?" She recognized Dan's dry tone even without a signature. She was 32 now, a charge nurse at a Brooklyn hospital, her life a grind of charts and night shifts. He was 27, a rising name in London's art scene, his plaster casts and raw paintings earning him a solo show at a gritty gallery in Kreuzberg. Four years had stretched between them since London--scattered tex...

-Robert-
I stood outside Carina's apartment, my heart pounding harder than I cared to admit. Being away from Silverpine for the past few days had left me restless, and now, as I raised my hand to knock on her door, I wondered why I suddenly felt like a teenager asking his crush to prom.
The door swung open before my knuckles touched the wood. There she was, smiling up at me, her eyes sparkling like opals in that way that always managed to disarm me. Her chocolate curls were tied back, a few loose stra...

Author's note -
This is my first real attempt at writing a simple romance. Although the last story I published here on Lit ended up being more of a simple romance than I originally intended when I started writing it, this one was written from the beginning as, hopefully, a simple love story.
This story is a work of fiction based on something that really happened to a longtime, very close friend of mine, and some of the characters are based on real people. All the names have been changed to protect the...

Who Writes Cookbooks?
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Author's notes: This is a story about a man's fall into madness and recovery. It's a work of fiction. Not a lot of sex. There are redemptive moments. It is my story and not for reuse or copying.
I was irritated and realized that was stupid of me. I cater, just the cooking and although booze is a big part of those events, I can't compete with box stores. Being irritated made me focus on what I was doing. I had been asked to put together a...

First we kiss
She sat on the edge of the bed, on those impossibly crisp white sheets. Looked down at her watch, five more minutes. Why doesn't the clock move. How do hotels get those sheets so tight. Where do they find the art, where do you find such meaningless art. I'll check my make up again. Something, do something, the time will go quicker, any thing, get up. For what felt like the 20th time she paced the room again. Will he be late, stop thinking, breathe, just be. Why won't her mind stop. Was this...

The mud and gravel on Horizon Pike had eroded during the last wave of flooding, transforming the once familiar country road into a crooked, unforgiving coil. The wheels of Ethan's thirty year-old '87 Chevy pickup sank in little jumps and dips as they found their way, trying as best they could to satisfy the cautious whims of their driver....

Pool Bet
I took a moment, relaxing, calming myself. At first the sounds of the bar were loud and distracting, but in my concentration I tuned it all out. It was me, the table, and the ball. I could see the shot, the lines, the angle. I would have to bank the cue ball just right to make it, but I felt confident. I pulled back the cue-stick and thrust it forward, smacking it just a little off center, causing it to rotate and spin slightly....

The night is quiet, with iridescent flakes of snow swaying gently in the fuzz of the street lights. Faceless figures dance around in the shadows of the brownstone facade across the street, disappearing into the casings when you try to focus on them.
A steaming mug of Earl Grey warms your hands and you drape a soft fleece blanket across your legs, the edges of it hiding in the fluff of your carpet....

The cool air rushed over him as he plunged into the darkness. This was Jake's favorite time to run. The darkness heightened all of his senses and he felt like he was floating. As he glided through the side streets on his way to the waterfront, he could hear the traffic and people on the main street. To his surprise, he also heard a woman's voice call out from one of the dark side alleys. He decided to angle over to investigate....

Damaged but Unbroken

Chapter 2: Home Sweet Home
They exited the large court chamber with their arms interlocked and their feet moving in unison. They were greeted by the crisp morning air and the smell of fresh cut grass, as the court chamber opened directly into the royal gardens. As soon as they heard the heavy oak door thud shut behind them, Avalon burst out laughing. "Did you see their faces in there when I called your name? Priceless! Reckon it's the only way to shut them up sometimes." As Av...

**Chapter 3: Masquerade of Sin**
The school's Halloween party was a chaotic swirl of costumes, pulsing music, and cheap punch spiked with vodka. Mrs. Larson and her husband, Greg, showed up arm-in-arm, playing the perfect couple. She'd gone all out--dressed as Catwoman in a black leather bodysuit that hugged every curve like a wet dream. The suit zipped low, her massive tits spilling out, the shiny fabric so tight you could see her pussy lips outlined when she moved. Thigh-high boots and a whip on her hi...

"Morning, Carol," I said over my computer as Dr. Carol Wilson passed my desk. "I had a very nice time on Friday, and Ashley is so cute."
"Thanks," she murmured continuing a couple steps on.
I heard her stop outside her cubicle which was next to mine. She took a step back, so she was barely visible at the wall between our workspaces....

Expectations
I'd learned to expect nothing. I knew my limitations, my essential insignificance. I'd never dared to dream she was attainable. But sometimes the body will dare more than the head. And fortune favors him who dares.
Carmen was the Holy Grail to the company's young men. Her beauty was petitely, classically Japanese: her skin smooth and golden, her shoulder-length black hair gently waved but otherwise unstyled, her figure delicately feminine. Her dress was simple and modest: a silk blouse, a...

The story of a nineteen-year-old boy named Soren Xenakis. He came from a family with a dark history and an enterprise.
His family's business professionalized in Casinos and strip clubs around New York, Las Vegas, Los Angeles, and Miami.
However, behind the scenes, they took part in the drug business and made a drug that makes you feel erotic pleasure, get erect, and do absurd things. This caused it to be popular among 30-50 countries in the world. Until in 2007, the FBI, with the help of a rival famil...

Arlo strode through the store without really paying attention, the isles filled with occasional shoppers pushing their carts or browsing a colorful selection of cheap, mass produced goods of every description.
Even in the three years since he had moved away from his home town the stores layout hadn't changed, Arlo bee lining towards the isle that held his prey, the male hygiene products. He grinned at the analogy even if it was cliché and even misogynistic to think that men hunted and women browsed. He h...

I've been wanting to write from a woman's perspective for a while now. There's something beautiful about stepping into her world, understanding her feelings and desires.
More than seeing through her eyes, learning how to align with her heart and connect on a deeper level.
So here it goes.
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**PART I: ROOTS & RIVALRIES**
Terry McClonky's veins hummed with Pittsburgh's heartbeat. He'd grown up in the shadow of steel bridges and the roar of Heinz Field, his childhood a tapestry of backyard football with his dad and Sundays steeped in the holy trinity of grilled burgers, Terrible Towels, and Steelers glory. Even now, in his thirties, the city's rhythm anchored him--the clatter of the Strip District at dawn, the Allegheny's amber dusk, the way winter frost turned his neighborhood into a snow glo...

I met Debolina on 28 June 2**7, the day of my interview at **** University. I was a fresher who had recently completed his PhD in engineering from a very reputed college and was really confident of landing this job. She was checking her mobile when I walked into the waiting room before our interviews....

Paul Johnson was a thinker. His mind was never at rest, and he usually thought about what was wrong in his life or the world. His wife, Kate, called him "The Brooder", and Paul had to admit that she was probably right. Paul couldn't think of a time where he wasn't worrying about something. He was a man with many anxieties and regrets, and they could take over his mind at times. Today was no exception....

Author's note: I'd just like to thank all of my readers for this journey! All the comments and feedback I've received so far have been super wholesome and helpful and I really appreciate them. This submission took a lot longer than usual to write and is much longer than the previous ones. Tried to spice it up a bit for the finale ;). I hope you enjoy reading!...

No sex....
After our youngest headed off to college, my wife Sheila decided we needed to improve the communication in the house. She chose Sunday evening right after dinner for our little chats. We were supposed to discuss any major household needs, possible vacation destinations and other things that needed to be done. I expected the worst....

Fargo, North Dakota
Thursday, February 9, 1978
The diner sat just off the highway south of Fargo, its neon "Open 24 Hours" sign buzzing and swaying against the stiff cold breeze. Wind howled through the parking lot, sweeping drifts of snow across the icy asphalt. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of coffee, bacon grease, and the lingering fry oil that never quite left the walls or the staff who toiled here. A heater rattled near the door, struggling to push warmth into the empty space....

everyone in this series is 18 years or older
The Tutor Part 5:
Gabriel and Lina had decided to move in together, and luckily enough her mother, Luna, owned a penthouse that no one had been living in. Now, every night they go home together and, within a few days of moving in, fell into a routine where they had sex every morning and every night. They would often do it in the shower or up against the window as they looked out over the city. Some nights they couldn't wait, starting early and doing it as t...

(Note: Charlotte is a character that appears first in Women Only Pool and Women Only Pool Ch. 2. That said, you don't need to read that to follow this story.)
If you had told Charlotte a year ago that she would date a man for ten months without having sex, she would have laughed in your face. Yet that was exactly what happened. Not by her wish, but by his. If it was up to her, they would have started doing it a long time ago. She had had a lot of sex before, especially in college, and she had nothing aga...

**Chapter 4: Campfire Secrets and Forbidden Fingers**
The Pinewood Forest camping trip was supposed to be a wholesome escape--two nights under the stars, a school tradition for juniors and their families. Mrs. Vanessa Larson hadn't planned to come, but her husband, Greg, insisted, dragging their son, Tyler, along. She wore a tight green tank top, thin enough that her braless tits bounced with every step, nipples poking through like horny little beacons. Her khaki shorts were cut so high her ass cheeks pe...