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Or that they at least, got the wrong impression of her. “They think I don’t like romance?” She asked like there was someone else in the room with her. “Well, I bet they’ve never even messed around with any guy before. They’ve probably never even gotten kissed by a hot guy before and I’m the unromantic one?” “Otherwise they wouldn’t shut up about it. I would have heard stories about it”. “I’ll show them both that I’m not what they think of me”. “I’ll find a hot guy, make out with him and have sex with him”.

Of course, I also have other books. For some reason, 'Endless Poison Love' is my favorite romance novel because I can feel the Author's feelings being poured into it. Sure, the plot, characters, scenes, words, and lessons are good, but it's the Author's way of writing that has got me hooked. She's a genius.

They lay down together, their bodies entwined, and for the first time in her life, Celess felt truly alive. Over the next few hours, they explored each other's bodies, learning every curve and angle until they knew each other intimately. It was a night of passion and romance, the kind that they would both remember for the rest of their lives. As the sun began to rise, they lay together in a tangle of limbs and sheets, their breaths coming in soft, contented sighs. For a moment, there was nothing in the world but the two of them, lost in their own little world of love and desire.

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

The myths, the doomed romances, the paintings of lovers, he lit up. "You," I teased, "are a hopeless romantic. A total sucker for love." He didn't even bother denying it. "Firm believer. Always have been. Romeo and Juliet was my favorite for years. Right up until I read Pride and Prejudice and it knocked it off the top spot." "Some lucky woman is going to get a great boyfriend in you one day." He smiled at that, then tilted his head at me. "Romeo and Juliet, was it worth it, in your opinion?"

Even so, the whole process feels like a battle, and I am already exhausted by the time I have the books in my hands. I still read romantic novels. There is something comforting about them, even if some of the stories hit a little too close to home. Some of the plots are eerily similar to my own life, while others are pure escapism—beautiful, heartwarming tales from start to finish. Sure, the characters face hardships and tribulations, but what always stands out to me is the love and trust between the couples. It is the kind of love that feels unshakable, the kind I used to dream about. Now, I am not so sure if that kind of love exists for me anymore.

So much so that the pair had not only spent the week together, they were now midway through the following week. He didn't stop it at that. He proceeded to teach Joan the bliss of her own body too, as well as new ways for her to coax his pleasures. They however haven't spent all their time having sex. When they were not rumpling Asher's sheets, the pair were either on a date or a romantic night out. Over the past week, she's made many memories with Asher, but her favorite was their date at the Avenue Conservatory. A private garden on the upper west side.

The man was a billionaire and could pay for anything he wanted as long as he could get it. I moved close to the books and tried reading some of their titles. They were mostly novels, and a little gasp fled my lips when I saw my favorite dark romance series, sitting on the shelf. The Ryan Rule by Sadie Kincaid. I loved the four books of that series so much, and although I’ve read them all, I wouldn’t mind re-reading them again. I didn’t have the money to purchase the books so I borrowed from a schoolmate. But now they were here.

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

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