Best Older Woman/ Younger Man Romance Novels & Stories

She was an elderly lady in her forties. "Yes ma'am, how have you been? It's been so long since we met. 5 whole years." Blessing smiled looking at the lady who was nice to her five years ago… "Oh I've been fine my dear…where is that man you came with seeing that you are now with a more handsome one?" Did that man dump her?, but it's better now that she's with a handsome lad. She was about to answer when the lady interrupted her. "Keep this one close, he's more handsome. And real love is hard to find nowadays.Enjoy your holiday…Paris is a beautiful city. City of love" she chuckled as if whatever she was saying amused her.

I groaned, rolling my eyes. “I’m more shameless than my brother, if you really want to know,” he said, sliding an arm around my shoulders and leaning closer, his breath hot against my ear. “And I love older women. Younger girls… they don’t have the experience. They don’t know what to do.” He clicked his tongue. “The older ones know exactly what they want.” I pushed him back with a laugh, though I gave him a look. “And I love men older than me,” I said smoothly, meeting his eyes with a knowing smile. “The younger ones have no experience.”

"Can we not talk? Abigail, I know you too well. The way you're speaking right now… it means I have no chance, doesn't it? I don't want to hear it." I opened my mouth, but no words came out. A faint ache stirred in my chest. Ten years was a long time—we knew each other too well. He turned back to face me, his voice laced with quiet pleading. "Abigail, does our ten years together really mean nothing? You saw the video. I was set up." His eyes were filled with accusation, and his face was full of frustration. For a moment, I saw the young man he used to be. Back then, we were too young, too immature in the way we handled problems. Maybe if we had just sat down and talked it through, we would ha

"Right. Look! He's cut your favorite cheese for you. He's so in love with you." "Yeah. He loves no one but you." People always emphasized what they lacked. Evan, at 17, knew that actions spoke louder than words. But he seemed to have forgotten this at 27. Wearing a self-deprecating smile, I glanced at Hannah beside him. She sported a head of glorious red hair, perfectly matching her passionate, open, and fiery nature—the very qualities that had taken Evan by storm. Female werewolves seemed to have great bodies, but Hannah had the best body among all of Evan's werewolf girlfriends. My human body certainly wasn't attractive enough for Evan.

Chuckling, she walked up to him, stood on tiptoe, and whispered gallingly, "Sorry but you're a little too old for me since you're pushing thirty. I have no interest in older men, you know, with the generational gap and all." She then plucked the half-smoked cigarette from his fingers and stubbed it out in the ashtray. "You should smoke less 'cause it's not good for your skin. It makes you look older than you are." Jeremy's face immediately darkened as his veins looked as if they were about to pop. 'So I'm too old for her? Is that why she ran away with another man? That Aaron looks to be the same age as her. Even if he's older, it'll only be by a couple of years so there won't be any generati

Both took my hands in firm handshakes, giving subtle jokes that cracked it up. "So how far gone are you?" The older woman asked. "Five months." I replied. "Wow!" She exclaimed with a smile on her face. "I can remember when I had my Charlie, I was just as beautiful as you were with five months to go, but he ended up coming out with his father's face." We laughed at the comment she made and talked with them for a bit longer. They seemed like pretty interesting couples, one we would certainly want to be like when we get all grey.

Well, it was obvious they were all there for his wealth. Moments later, the man walked back to me. “You can go in,” he said. I flashed him a smile and heaved a deep sigh of relief. I thought they wouldn't let me in since they didn't have any appointments with me. As I walked in, I noticed Mr. Smith sitting on the long black couch. He is a man in his late sixties but still full of youthful energy. Sat beside him was a stunning young woman around my age. She couldn't be more than thirty years old. I could easily tell she was his commodity. Her saucy demeanor was evident as she playfully teased him. Once I stepped in, the two of them totally ignored me. Mr. Smith, dressed in a tailored suit, fl

The more he thought about it the more he knew she was toying with him and was enjoying it. “What’s the matter, baby?” An older blonde woman purred, sitting up in the bed next to him. The sheet slid down her naked body exposing her breasts and stomach. She was an older woman about forty-eight, still younger than his sixty. Her breasts were no longer perky and sure her face wasn’t as youthful as it was in the past but he was finding that he was fine with that. She was a woman who knew what she wanted and what he wanted. He didn’t have to worry about training her to do things a certain way. In fact, he loved a good roll in the sheets with her. She might not be young any more but she made up fo

“Okay, shut it, Romeo. Not like you didn't just show her yours. I was your age once, don't you forget that!” Okay, now I was about to faint. Isn't there a letter people got to qualify to be a grandmother? Who exactly was this woman? ”We still go at it like bunnies, right baby?” She asked her husband, who let out a chuckle before nodding his head. Forget her vile tongue, we'll speak of that later. But, I could see the love radiate between her and her husband. What's this what it meant to grow old together in love? It was beautiful. I wanted that too for myself, someday.