Mid-aged Love Novels & Stories

"The sleaze." Rowan chuckled softly. "But Bri loves it. The second she gets home, she insists I take a shower and then—" "Enough. I don't want to hear it." "Whether you want to hear it or not, it's the truth. She's crazy about my body. Your 20 years of history don't even matter. People just choose who they're most compatible with in bed." Hendrix didn't feel like wasting any more time on Rowan. He turned to walk away. "Go ahead and perform your little show. I don't have the time to watch."

Hmmn, my love, I have heard you and your direction, you always have reason for everything you do, in that alone I appreciate you, no matter how Lionel you are, you do not rouw anyhow, but keep to incident, what I see in you is that your are not kind and you are not rude, but you possesses the two pattern of life, you act to the occurrence, I am fine by you, in time I will be able to cope well with you, you are indeed a life teacher and also an idol someone can worship, I love you. Ohh, Doctor Richard thank you for everything you have done you are such a soul my life story can never be without, most deeply in me now is to thank you for your understanding of my stupid nature of life, it is in

This place was the home they had shared ever since they registered their marriage. Since she loved grapes, Lennon planted a grapevine in the yard and set up a swing so they could go on it together every summer. Now, she raised a shovel and struck the trellis. It collapsed with a crash, just like her love. Mabel tore down the massive wedding photo in the living room and burned it, along with the love letters Lennon had written her. Just as the flames died down, Lennon returned. He frowned at the fire pit. "What's that for?"

A gay chat room encounter becomes reality. Enjoy.. ****** I'm an average guy in every sense of the word. I married my high school sweetheart right after college, got a job that I've kept since graduation, have two great, grown children, and have a house in a suburban subdivision. Life has been good to me. I'm now middle-aged in my late forties and my wife is going through menopause which has had a negative effect on our sex life. I thought after the kids went away to college, my wife and I could refresh our love life but that hasn't happened. She's a wonderful woman and I'd never think of cheating on her with another woman. She will accommodate me with an occasional fuck but it's not what it

I love that kid more than life itself. He’s my sun. He’s my moon. He’s my Sky. Still the fact remains, I’m doubtful that I’ll ever get another chance at love. Every man my age is going to want someone who’s on their level. Someone who’s young and fresh and not emotionally damaged. No one is going to want me. I don’t need a guy my age, anyway. I may be twenty-six, but between work, responsibilities, and parenting, oftentimes, I can relate a whole lot more to my friends in their thirties.

Mom noticed me, and a flicker of embarrassment crossed her face. However, she quickly regained her composure and said, "Nattie doesn't have much time left. Her biggest wish before she passes is to marry Davon and be a bride for one day, so we've all agreed to let them have a wedding. Nattie's terminally ill. You can't possibly deny her this one wish, can you?" I looked at Mom, feeling my heart shatter into pieces. They knew full well that Davon was my husband. "I..."

At least until now… Back when Lydia was younger, Ray has always been her idol since then. He's smart, always on top of his class. He's kind. He's knowledgeable. He's gentle. He acts like a real gentleman. His hands are always warm. Lots of girls go after him back in the days but he rejected them all. If Luciano said that she's growing up just like him… That wouldn't be too bad… is it? "Thanks for your compliment!" She giggles as her eyes lock at Luciano's.

In the neighborhood there was this tall handsome hunk that every girl wanted . I least expected him to ever reach out to me. Rob started vibing me and this felt the best feeling in the world. I felt high above every girl in the neighbood. I was not a virgin when we met but this man laid me on the second day of our love conquest. I was 20, he was 36. He makes love to a woman like that is his profession. The guy really knew how to make love. We went to afew places and had some fun time together. He told me I was the best women he has ever laid, that I was good in bed. What was the meaning of that? Well , I also do not know what he meant till todate. Hmm but how! I so wondered because sincere

The last time I checked, Maisie Illeana, the one I loved and lived for was in a critical position after too much exposure to the sun. As we waited, one tall, thin doctor walked up to us. His veins were popping out. He took a deep breath and opened his mouth to speak, "I'm sorry -" ** And that, my dear friends is how fate chose neither of the options, "love or live," for how could I live after all I'd passed and how could I love after how life had dealt with me. But besides all this, my father smiled and if that wasn't queer, I don't know what is.

A voice from the back perks up, and he smiles their way broadly. “Don’t you dare hand in your old essays because I will know. I have a photographic memory!...... Besides….Think of it as an opportunity to reflect on your old work and see how you have grown. If you interpret the book differently now you guys have grown some and experienced hormones and dating… How many have matured and no longer think it’s ‘sweeeeet’…..” He mimics a cutesy, gushy girl's voice. “That an older sixteen-year-old picked up a thirteen-year-old minor after one meeting and rush married her before suicide.” He frowns, dumps down his pen, and crosses his arms to watch our reaction. He has always been a cynic on the love