Gay Romance Stories Novels & Stories

She said. "Come on this is not a marriage proposal, do you think my marriage proposal will be as lame as this? I can be very romantic when I want to be you know." I said and she laughed. "You? Romantic? Okay tell me, how will your marriage proposal be?" She asked. "You'll only get to find out if you accept to date me now so do you?" I asked. "I told you so." She said. "What?" "I told you back then remember? You said you weren't ever going to fall in love, I told you that you will and I'll be here to say I told you so when that happens." She said and I laughed.

he asked. “Maybe I just don’t have anything to say to you.” “Ouch,” he said, mock-clutching his chest. “And here I thought we were bonding.” The corner of my mouth tugged before I could stop it. “Stealing my fries isn’t bonding.” “Depends how you look at it,” he murmured, eyes on the road. “Some people would call it intimacy.” My pulse stuttered. I looked away quickly, forcing my gaze out the window again.

He was giving her the fruits of my hard work like a toy meant to soothe her tantrums. He did not even notice how upset I was, kissing my forehead softly. “Your birthday’s the day after tomorrow, and I already prepared a surprise for you. You’ve been looking rather pale lately, so I asked the butler to fill the room with gardenias. You love the smell of flowers, don’t you?” I did love the smell of flowers… except that of gardenias. One summer night after our wedding, a neighbor’s child ran to me with a bouquet of fresh gardenias and stuffed them into my arms with a giggle.

“A couple years ago, we hit a rough patch. Felt like roommates, not lovers. We started talking about what we wanted, really wanted.” “And?” I pressed, curious. Rae’s smirk was back. “We realized we both wanted more. Not replacing each other, just more... experiences.” “Like you,” Julian added, his eyes on me. I flushed. “So, I’m not your first?” Rae laughed. “Not the first, but definitely a favorite.” “You’re different,” Julian said. “You didn’t hesitate.” I shrugged, trying to play it cool. “Delayed flights make me reckless, I guess.”

I said irritably. "Yeah, I feel you!" He agrees. "We're still young, but they seem to be in a hurry to get us married to just anyone." He added. "They don't understand that we are not ready for such things and you are even more so," I said then just sighed. Will this best friend of mine be willing to marry a woman? He's gay so obviously, he likes men. "They believe that this kind of setup will work, because they already experienced this, and agreed to marry each other."

I'm an actress, and a very good one at that, and my career is just as important as yours! All the words and scenes swirled through her mind; the delirium of love, the disillusionment, the broken dream. It had been a love affair at first sight, at least on his part, full of passion and ardor and Jonathan had believed that when he finished his year-long internship in London, Gloria would go with him to Hong Kong, but she soon made him realize that this idea of a wife following her husband wherever he went to work was beyond old-fashioned and outdated; they were always arguing about it, between one passionate encounter and another until. the stormy romance ended.

Jax rewarded him with exactly what he begged for—faster, deeper thrusts that left Alex’s ass rippling and his mind fracturing. The quarterback leaned in, biting the back of Alex’s neck hard enough to draw a yelp. “Good boy. This is what you were made for. Not swimming laps. Getting bred in the locker room like a secret cumrag.” He pulled out suddenly, spun Alex around to face him, and lifted one of his legs high, hooking it over his thick forearm. The new position allowed Jax to stare directly into Alex’s tear-filled eyes as he drove back inside. Face-to-face, chest to chest, the intimacy was almost more overwhelming than the roughness. Jax kissed him savagely—tongue fucking his mouth in tim

At Ava’s bra which barely contained her massive tits, Liam’s undone jeans, Ethan’s bare chest and heavy briefs. “It’s my deepest, dirtiest fantasy. I want…I want in.” Liam’s eyes darkened. He sat up, easing Ava off his lap with gentle hands. He crossed the room in two strides, stopping close enough that I smelled cedar and heat. His thumb bruId a melting snowflake from my jaw. “Then let tonight be the story you keep for yourself,” he said. “No readers. Just us.” Ava was already moving, bare feet silent. I stopped behind me, fingers tugging the hem of my sweater. “Arms up.”

The tie clip inside was still delicate, and the card read: Safety, health, and mutual trust are the best marriage. After reading it, Shen Zeyan gently hugged me. Instead of an expensive gift, he took out a family agreement we wrote together: Communicate frankly immediately when encountering any problem, without hiding or bearing it alone; Trust each other firmly and not be influenced by external rumors or malicious videos;

She quickly rushed to the door, peeped out and locked it. He had one hand behind him. "Cold as ice, her beautiful eyes. Sensational smile that melts my heart." He started. Joan blushed profusely. "Pink as rose whenever she flush. A kiss from her, adrenaline rush." He continued. "Noah, stop being goofy and cheeky." She wrapped her hands around his neck on tiptoes. "Oh baby, it's beautiful when I'm in your arms. Is this love or is it a charm?" He added.