romance stories and histories

I worked at a music festival at very hot summer, it's quite well known local event. There were plenty of foreign acts, 3 days long. Our job was to arrange the stage according to the needs of the performers, but mostly it's blues and hardrock, it's not a spectacular genre like metal, they didn't mind how the stage looked, so we had no job because we didn't have to setup the microphones and amps....

The FIONA-TRILOGY - The Assassination
© JoeMo1619 - July 2025 ff.
Prologue:
The "Fiona Trilogy," the first part of which appears here, is set in the time leading up to and during the COVID pandemic that broke out in 2020, a time that brought about an almost absurd transformation of our everyday lives. The behaviour of the British government under Boris Johnson and the Scottish government under Nicola Sturgeon was diametrically opposed and also differed significantly from the German "bureaucratic th...

The events in this story take place immediately after Denae's Homework
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The remainder of the semester was going by rapidly. Both Denae and Janet earned A's on their papers, Suzy and Scott continued seeing each other constantly, and Denae and Bill were inseparable when not at work or in class. Denae was still enamored with her ring and stared at it frequently, but only about every twenty minutes, rather than constantly, as she had done in the days immediately following her engagement to Bill....

Author's Note: A sweet, slow-burn romance. Nothing too wild--just lots of tension and feelings. Thanks for reading!
Ellie's had a crush on her best friend's roommate for three years. He doesn't do girlfriends, though, and she swore she wouldn't be just another girl. But when she ends up in his lap on movie night, saying no gets a lot harder....

I arrive home after my morning routine, kids dropped at school and my morning workout complete. I drop my bags on the chair in my room and strip my sweaty gym clothes off, tossing them into the laundry basket. Walking through the kitchen, I enjoy the quiet emptiness of my house as I pour myself a cold glass of water....

Ava's living-room looked almost the same as the night before--fairy lights, rain on glass, low jazz--but the couch had been pulled forward so its foot faced the room. Two thick cushions were stacked beneath the far armrest, forming a gentle slope. Leo, barefoot in draw-string joggers and an old band tee, eyed the setup....

This a new series of short stories about when my wife Sam and I were courting,
Sam and I have known each other for forty eight years, we have been married for over forty five happy years. We have had many sexual adventures over the years. Recently we have been sorting out our house in order to do some remodeling. We found many boxes that we had not opened in many years, one of them contained photos that were taken in the years when we first met. I remember her being very sweet and innocent of the ways of...

Welcome to The Last Note.
If you haven't read When the Music Fades, don't worry. Here's what you need to know.
This story picks up after the whirlwind romance of Rio Noda and Daniel Poole, two people from completely different worlds who found love in the unlikeliest way. Rio was once Japan's biggest pop star, burned out by fame and broken by the industry. Daniel was an American teacher who helped her rediscover her voice, not just on stage but in life. Their story was about second chances, quiet stren...

There was a knock on the door just as he was starting to fall asleep. It wasn't the most comfortable hotel bed around, but the temperature in the room was good. Also he was unlucky enough to have a room that looked out into the large lobby/atrium, so the curtains were pulled completely closed and the only light was from the TV. He sat up quickly, having been starting to cross the curtain from semi-consciousness to sleep, and paused to think if the knock had been in a semi-lucid dream or for real....

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance by any character or situation to any actual person or event is purely coincidental. All characters presented in this narrative are over the age of 18.


Last Call at the Thirsty Pelican


CHAPTER SEVEN:


2020


By Royce F. Houton...

DANIELLE
It was only a couple of weeks after Raelene quit her job, when his hiking friend and amateur photographer, Keith, mentioned to him that he had new neighbours -- a missionary family who had been living in Cambodia then in Thailand, where their three kids had grown up. After a military coup there, the family had shifted to Australia....

She looked in the bathroom mirror one last time, fixed her hair, and touched up her lipstick. Not that it mattered; it would surely be a mess soon, at least if she got her way. She smirked to herself as she slipped out of her short silk robe, revealing the black lace bodysuit that she had gotten earlier that day....

I literally bumped into Jesse on a benefit bike ride. I won't admit that I had been riding behind her and admiring her ass on her bicycle seat. There are few women who can look good on a bicycle seat especially if there anywhere near my age. But she stopped short and I didn't have enough time to stop completely before my front wheel bumped into her rear wheel. There was an initial look of anger on her face that turned into a smile....

I've had a new girlfriend for a few weeks ago, and at first weekend we took some pictures for my old friend because he want me to down to the pub but I dont want to leave alone my new gf at first common weekend. So we sent picture of her while she chilling in my bed because my buddy want to see how the new girl looking for. Then he said he really liked it and wanted some new pictures of her to jerk off to, if my new girlfriend wouldn't mind. I I asked her what she think about some sexy pictures to send him ...

Hello! Welcome to all my new followers! I'm simply delighted that you're here. This story is the start of a five part series. It sounds very angsty but I swear it's not. It does get a little emotional later on, but this one is pretty light. I do hope you'll enjoy it! All characters involved in sexual situations are 18+. All characters are my original creations. Enjoy!...

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance by any character or situation to any actual person or event is purely coincidental. All characters presented in this narrative are over the age of 18.

Copyright 2025 Royce F. Houton


Last Call at the Thirsty Pelican


Chapter Six:
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MAGIC BOX

Celia Daurand was born in New York to a white New Yorker and a black Frenchman. Her mother spent a year in southern France with the Peace Corp, assisting with the immigrant wave that flooded Europe after the west blew up the Middle East after World War II. Sue Webber met and married Philipe Daurand while in Marseille....

How it all began:
I'm a simple peasant... from a small village in a remote region of the Indian subcontinent. When I turned 18, our village matchmaker revealed her choice for me--he is on track to graduate near the top of his class in civil engineering.
His engineering specialties: structural, transportation, hydrology, materials, and irrigation system design. Exactly what our remote village needs to flourish....

"... I think what I like most about her is how raw her writing feels..." Eric had just moved here and I'd been showing him some of the nicer walks, mostly as an excuse to catch up with him again. The heat had me constantly tugging at my bra straps, but otherwise I couldn't have picked a better day for it; the scenery was absolutely beautiful. Painted clouds drifting across the summer sky. Evening sun throwing shadows over the road as it curved through the northern landscape. On one side dense evergreen fore...

THE ZOO

Life has always been easy for "A". Of course, when you have always been the most beautiful girl, young woman, and adult woman in the room, that makes it much easier. Anastasia Ambrose Anderson, or A as her friends have always called her, has a perfect figure with deep blue eyes and long, blonde, curly hair that perfectly highlights a face that stops rooms when she enters. She has always been the prettiest wherever she has been....

Hot Rod Ford Ch. 10
This is the final story in this series, or at least in this part of the series. I love the characters, but they need time to grow intellectually and bond, so I'm leaving them to make their own way for a while. Hope you've enjoyed the stories, even if they didn't occur on the time schedule we all wish they had....

Old Friends
This is mostly a true story. How much? About half or just over. You'll make up your own minds anyway. A love story. The story of love found and love lost.
Many people have a soundtrack to their lives. This is mine, much redacted. Songs I have found meaningful for their lyrics or, sometimes just for their title. Any songs I mention or quote from will be well worth a listen. There are no heavily descriptive sex acts herein. There are mentions of sex. This story is mostly true because I have ...

THE BETWEEN
Chapter 1
"Now remember everyone, we do not open our eyes until the light flashes. We need to make sure no one's looking to ensure the others make it safely across and nothing comes over with them. Got it?" She used her best librarian voice; everyone nodded and hmhm'd in agreement. The voice was not to be brooked and hinted that if indeed anyone dared to brook it, it would go hard on them; make no mistake....

Disclaimer:
This story is a work of fiction intended for adults only. All characters are fictional and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The content contains explicit material and is meant for mature audiences aged 18 and above. Reader discretion is advised.
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Have you ever had such an experience that was butterflies in your stomach, that was so cock hardening, adrenaline filled, emotionally pleasingly good that you have multiple times but are never satiated. I had one recently and she was priya. You know some women can make you horny with their looks, some women make you horny with their actions but this woman, damn this woman can make you horny with just her thoughts. This story is how I met and was left uncontrollably satiated that my mind kept coming back for...

Hey guys, here's Chapter 11! I hope you enjoy it. I was finishing up Birthday Pool Party, which caused a delay with this series. I plan on writing a couple chapters of Love in the Balance before starting the epilogue miniseries to BPP. This chapter is kind of focused, but don't worry, the main story is still The Gang of Eight! Next chapter should cover the others a little more in-depth....

Author's Note: I wrote this some time ago and it was misfiled. I stumbled across it recently. It's not very long, maybe I was thinking of adding more. There's no sex.
It was an anniversary, not a happy one, the seventh anniversary of discovering my wife was cheating on me. As I sat at the bar, the bartender place two glasses of Guiness in front of me. One was for me and the second was for my now ex-wife who sat down next to me like she has done every year since. I sometimes wondered how Jesse knew of my ...

"Daddy, I dropped your dinner on the floor," she told me, rubbing her ass, the little lacy thing she wore barely there, swallowed by her beautiful cheeks. "I think you should punish me. It was your favourite."
I cupped that luscious, firm, ass, rubbing gently before snacking it hard, Violet giggled, enjoying the game under her mask. "I've had to punish you so much this week, Satin," I sighed. "You dented the car..."...

Thursday
So far Harry had not enjoyed his day. One of his clients was being impossibly difficult over the terms of a contract and he had been unable to get any constructive help from his company's inhouse lawyers. And then he had been told that, in a couple of weeks time, he would have to spend Monday to Friday in the Paris office of another client. Normally he rather enjoyed business travel but the trip meant that he would miss a planned evening out with an old group of friends. And it would also mean m...

The hotel ballroom was glittering with women in silk dresses, swaying under dim chandeliers and the kind of laughter that only came from women who believed in happily ever after. But me, I swirled the champagne in my glass, barely listening to their giddy laughter and refilling my glass. My misery was yet to begin....