romance stories and histories

Sex with a woman nearly twenty-years younger than me.
Last Saturday after what I thought was a good date, she took me by surprise while driving her home. Accustomed to making small talk during the ride, the drive to her house was too quiet. It seemed a little uncomfortable because rather than sitting next to me, moving as far away from me as she could, she leaned against the passenger door with her head against the window. With a palpable chill in the air, if I had a backseat big enough for a person to f...

La Mer glowed in the late-summer dusk, all burnished brass and deep sea-green velvet. Chandeliers dripped crystal like foam, and the hush of expensive cutlery floated above the soft clink of ice in glasses. Ava stood at the maître d's podium in the red dress Leo had chosen--silk, bias-cut, the hem skimming mid-thigh. Underneath, exactly nothing. The fabric whispered against her skin each time she shifted; the knowledge was an electric hum low in her belly....

The crimson ON AIR sign blinked to life in the booth, casting a soft glow over the spartan furnishings of the podcast studio, all blond wood and matte black foam. Jillian adjusted her mic with practiced flair, her glossy ponytail swishing over one shoulder as she flashed her best "camera smile" at the guest seated across from her....

"I'm surprised you can paint something so accurately, considering it's not even here." Ian leans down, peering over Blair's shoulder with an impressed expression. Blair bristles at having someone so close to her while working, but tries to keep her cool. It's unlike back at her apartment, where she could shut the lights off and work alone with nothing but energy drinks to keep her company and stimulated. If she wants to work on art, she either has to fork over a pretty penny for the supplies and keep them i...

Dear readers
This is a stand-alone tale that has rattled in my brain for a bit and I decided to get it down quickly. My style of writing is fast, it is sloppy, is has dialog that may be difficult of follow. Rest assured, I know this. But I don't have an editor, so bear with me and hold any grammar and other criticism in your draft folder....

This story is set in New Zealand so there are a few terms that may appear confusing. 'Tramping,' is a word for hiking, trekking or backpacking. 'Bach,' is a small dwelling often a holiday home. It is derived from the word bachelor, when it was once often used as a dwelling for single men. 'Bush,' refers to natural forest as opposed to plantation forest. Whanau is a Māori word for an extended family where members may or may not be relatives. The word has lately taken on a meaning for non-Māori extended famil...

Sam's parents were very pleased when we told them we were going to get married, they had waved us off as we went to buy an engagement ring. We settled for a solitaire diamond ring and then we went to celebrate with an Indian meal. Sam said, "We need to celebrate properly, all of our friends are going to York on Saturday we could, sort of, formally get engaged then."...

I enjoyed romancing Sam. I liked to make her feel special, I quickly realised that she was quite young in her ways, she had a certain unspoilt vulnerability about her and I knew I had to take care of her so that she was not hurt in any way. The last time we were together I had invited her back on Friday. I had made up my mind that I would take matters a bit further that day....

Diana looked at herself in the mirror.
Forty-five years old today.
"When the fuck did that happen?" she sighed aloud to herself.
She ran her blue eyes down her body. Her breasts were no longer perky, but they had always been supple, affixed with small oval nipples that sat perfectly in their center....

Disclaimers: With this being my 100th submission, I've decided to take my wife's suggestion, and write about something she is well versed in. Seeing that she is a retired clinical social worker, I'm going to attempt to convey how difficult a relationship can be while dealing with any form of mental illness....

Author's note: I didn't mean for it to be this long between my first story and this one, but life got in the way.
There are two festivals in the Pacific Northwest that seem to get the majority of the publicity. One is Seafair in the Seattle area and the other is the Rose Festival in Portland Oregon....

No good lawyer makes grand promises. That's what the lawyer told me when she met with me the first week of January. Nothing about her appearance did anything to fill me with confidence. Sure, she was wearing a suit, and looking it over, I couldn't see anything wrong with it, but there was nothing about her at all that stood out. She was very much someone you could pass on the street and not notice at all, and yet despite her unremarkable appearance, being at the sudden forefront of her attention was unnervi...

Play me some piano
What do people usually like about autumn? Sunny warm days of the Indian summer, the riot of colors, the abundant treasures of golden yellow, red, green and all the possible shades of those. The thick leaves carpets on the ground. The trees in the most magnificent glorious moment of their lives. Like the most chic party nature could possibly throw to mark the end of the season and the long, long winter break....

He was sitting on his bed scrolling on his laptop. It had been a few days since Jace had his last date with B. He was still in a good mood. They had had a good time and best of all it had ended back at his and she had agreed to another date. She had only asked that they do something other than watching a movie. He was just struggling to think of something that she would enjoy and wasn't exorbitantly expensive. He was a student in L. A though, everything was extortionate. Thankfully B didn't seem to be a hig...

Author's Note: I've been reading Literotica for a long time and as many people have said there's nothing new and when there is, it gets rehashed (See George Anderson's February sucks). The sex scenes are the most repetitive and I wonder if people are copying stuff they wrote before or other people's shit. I can't even read them anymore and usually skip those parts. So there's no sex in this story like many of my others. EOUL jsps...

I am the Bay Area's Top Shrink
Copyright© Catcher78 All rights reserved
Author's notes: This is my story, and it may not be copied, borrowed, sampled, or discussed without my expressed written permission. This is a completely fictional work, and any resemblance to real-life characters is purely coincidental. Thanks to Challenger69 as always for the editorial help!...

Maddy walked into the classroom on time, as usual. She was still the last one there, with the whole class of 7 already present. Higher-level classes were always smaller, and everyone else was on their phone or looking through notes. She took her seat and sat down mindfully to set up her notes. The table was almost a complete circle, with one side open for the professor to teach from. The mediocre plastic chairs and oddly colored yellow walls were never ideal scenery, but at the very least, they were familia...

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 that need to be are 18 years of age or older. I hope you enjoy! And take a second to vo...

Dear reader: This is a short tale of love lost and found, a crafty plan, fame and fortune and just rewards received. Not a lot of sex in this one but lots of lustful thoughts and shenanigans. Enjoy the ride.
Note- the first part is written in the first person (Eric), the second part is written in the third person....

I walked Sam home after our swim in the river, before I left for my University Hall of Residence she gave me my wet briefs, then she gave me a deep kiss and said that she would see me on Wednesday after work, probably about 5.
Wednesday came and at 5.15 there was a knock at the door. When I opened there stood Sam in her work clothes, a smart blouse, skirt, knee length socks and black shoes. All very sensible. She said, "I feel really tired, I have had a really long day. Do you mind if I take off my shoes...

Sunday
Harry had been given his instructions just 15 minutes before. They were extremely clear and concise. He was to give his wife some time alone to get ready and then knock on the bedroom door.
He was punctual. He knocked and waited but it didn't take long for the door to be slowly opened. The bedroom looked very cosy with a small string of fairy lights glowing on their dressing table....

One month of silence passed like the falling tide, taking the ache of you receding with each passing moment.
But it never disappeared.
And then you called.
"Hi, Mia."
"Hi."
"I know I've... I'm sorry --"
"Just be honest."
"The treatment isn't working. She..."
"Come over."
I hung up, sticky disgust curdling in my stomach where it met the pleasure clawing my power back from you....

Chapter 27

Summer passed so quickly, I barely had time to register it.
I returned from Rendezvous and our prehistoric getaway to find that Eric had gone to my work at Disc Divers' Delight and told my boss that he had seen me stealing CD's. Unfortunately for him, I had already given my boss a heads-up about Eric, whom he recognized. Eric also claimed to have seen me doing so on a day when my boss was the only one working, and I was on vacation. He got laughed out of the store by my boss, who told h...

I never thought I'd come this far. Not really.
Not when I took the oath at sixteen, hands shaking, voice barely louder than the wind through the altar stones.
They said it would get easier. The silencing of softness. The cutting away of fear.
It never did. Not for me.
Maybe that's what makes me dangerous....

The apartment was dim, lit only by the shifting glow of fairy lights strung above the couch. Rain tapped gently at the windows while soft jazz curled from the speakers. Ava, twenty-five, barefoot in a cropped hoodie and silky shorts, held a single black silk scarf between her fingers like a magician about to reveal a trick....

After a laugh and a craving from our next adventure we started walking back to the park exit, all the while I couldn't take my eyes off her making brief talks, sharing more information about each other and me silently stealing glances at her small yet perfect boobs, that visible dot of those perky standing nipples, that inviting ass, imagining how moist and dripping her pussy would be in that panty less skirt. We shared a good laugh along the way and spent the time laughing and joking around until we reache...

Adam and Eve In The Garden Of Eden


By OKMAC

"Let's stop at the next bench. After you came to the park, I watched you walk from the flower plots to scenic outlooks. And I saw you sigh sadly with tears running down your cheeks as you watched the two lovers make out on one of the park benches....

Here we have a relatively slow-burn (somewhat forbidden) HEA heteromance with a slight age gap (she is 18 at the beginning and 19 at the end; he turns from 26 to 27) between a classic rich bad boy and a virgin good girl college cheerleader, told entirely from the MMC's POV. There's a low-key interracial element but as of this draft it's not really a factor in the story....

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...