Older Woman Younger Man Book Novels & Stories

he breathed hotly. I was laid back on the bed now, chest rising and falling heavily, my eyes closed in a wave of shyness and overwhelming sensation, still feeling the tight grip of his hands caging mine above my head. His lips were tracing a path down my stomach, his hands peeling away the last of my clothing with a reverence that made my heart ache. Suddenly, the elderly man’s voice came to me. “If you weigh that much, I don’t think the marriage would’ve happened. I am sure those two ain’t married. Their kinds are for fun”.

As we stepped in, he gave a small nod to the first store’s attendant we met before hurrying off to a quiet section of the store. While Uncle Al ran his long hands along the books on the shelf, soft hurried footsteps caught my attention. A girl of about five years old with pigtails peered at a man who had a book propped on his face. As soon as my uncle stopped pacing, the quiet air of the room felt different. I felt like I won and lost a trophy at the same time as wailing laughter reached my ears. “Do you feel that?” “That,” Uncle Al tapped on a seemingly ordinary leather book about cooking and grinned, “is our ticket. Place your hand on the book.”

That thought alone makes me relax a little at his presence. The bus jerks forward, causing my bag to slide off my lap and the contents to spill all over the floor. “Ugh,” I growl as I bend over trying to scoop up my mess. Leaning forward the elderly man picks up my book of spells and hands it me. “That book appears very old,” he says as I stuff it back in my bag. “Uh,” I stumble over my words. “Yeah, it is all I have left of my family.” It is not exactly a lie.

Her face brightened as she got to her feet, she stared at Wendy with confusion, then bowed slightly and said, “Please come in, ma’am.” I saw Wendy’s face redden as she glowered with the anger of not being acknowledged the same way Ares and I had been, but she couldn’t make a scene. Ares was close by, I was so thrilled by the incident, it gave me a feeling of pleasure to see Wendy embarrassed so obliviously. We walked into the living room and met an old man on a wheelchair, a lady, no more than thirty years old stood next to him. It got me wondering if she was his wife because she was so young and he was so old, he couldn’t have been anything less than eighty. His sagged and weak face, his gr

She asked. "Super-naturals," I responded. She doesn't look shocked. She collected the book and inspected it, maybe checking if it was real or not. "The popular book no one had." She said, and I nodded my head. "How did you lay your hands upon it?" She asked me. I narrated my story on how the elderly man gave me the book and asked me to read it. She listened without saying a word. "The stories in this book connect to my life somehow. The only difference is the name, and I'm so perplexed on how this is happening." I explained.

She didn’t know how it does to her but she does not like them bowing till they are out of sight, she could see fear in them and she wonders if she’s the one with such an intimidating aura. She wants to believe her face expression is not the one but the woman who seems like a burning sensation. They finally step into the magnificent room, the old man sitting in the bed could rather be called a grandpa. Which is starting to make Selena thinks about the age of the man and that of the woman for them to be married to each other. Could she have married a old man because of money? She really do not want to care about that but the distance between them is to glaring, “munchkin” the old man calls slo

He had several lines between his brows, his eyes were on the old man who was now trailing his finger softly on my palm lines. I had to suppress my smile when I witnessed doubts in Beta Brian’s eyes. “Can you stop touching her?” he asked the old man in a commanding voice, but the old man didn’t seem deterred by it. “Why? Is she your girl? If this is any comforting, then let me tell you, mister. I have got wrinkles all over my body. Even the organs, you can't see under my clothing. My intimacy age has expired.” While stifling my laughter, I started coughing and looked away. But before that, I didn’t miss the mischievous glint in the old man’s eyes.

The unknown old woman sat not far from her, browsing through a book when a police car suddenly screeched to a halt a few feet from the bridge. With a stifled sigh, the old woman closed the book and glared at the police man who had swiftly gotten out of the car, his brows furrowed with disappointment. “Dear?” She leaned towards Ophelia and began shaking her awake from her sleep. “It is time to wake up, love.” The old woman whispered, her acidic voice slowly floating into Ophelia’s ears. The young woman timidly opened her eyes only to be welcomed by the golden rays of the just-risen sun.

Is everything okay, I thought within me as I closed the book. “Mr. Manuel? Is everything alright? Catch your breath first”. I said with a smile. He hunched over placing his hand on his knee and taking in deep breaths as I laughed at his reaction to running such a small distance. Well, I guess it's his age. He's quite old but not old old and shaking kind of old but he's an old man. He's not young anymore. When you get older that's when doing some certain things you used to do becomes a very difficult task to do.

the old man chuckled. “Really, grandpa, can I share in what is making you so happy?” The lady asked while smiling broadly. She soon joined the old man and pecked his cheek before sitting close to him and collected the book from him. “This looks very old,” she said when she saw the language the book was written in. “Indeed, the book is older than your grandmother and I, but it was her favorite… and your mother too. They loved the story a lot.”