Older Woman Younger Man Stories Novels & Stories

“I was just telling my husband that seeing you both reminded us of our younger days.” “Oh really?” Blake grinned.“We look good together, right?” The old woman chuckled. “You certainly do.” The old man adjusted his glasses before asking, “Are you both married?” “No,” we answered at the same time. I immediately held Blake’s arm. “This is Blake. My best friend.” “Oh…”The old woman smiled knowingly. “I see. Sorry for disturbing you.” “You two enjoy your evening.” They waved before continuing on their way, holding each other’s hands as they walked slowly down the street.

I wouldn’t let him play this twisted game alone, and I definitely wasn’t going to let him think he’d always have the upper hand. “Can you at least get me a pillow?” he said, and I caught the way he licked his lips and gripped my hips even tighter. I rolled my eyes a little but still reached behind to grab a pillow and handed it over. The second Rowan settled it under his head, I started moving again, grabbing my breast as I tossed my head back, losing myself in the feeling and in him. “Damn, you’re good at this. What was my brother thinking, letting go of a woman with skills like that? Was your stepmother such a knockout that he just—”

“He literally bites off a man’s ear for you, and you offer your life to save him. You two should star in a movie, really. The writing is almost too perfect.” He turns back to Eli conversationally. ”You haven’t told her yet, have you? Oh, She’ll love this story.” “Just shut up and pull the trigger!” Eli yells, but there’s a slight tremor in his voice. ​I look from Carver down to Eli. He looks even more worried about Carver’s words than the gun aimed at his temple. ​“Oh, I will,” the old man says with a smirk. “But first, I have a little story for the girl.”

Rebecca chuckled lightly. "So, what does your handsome big brother say to you more?" "He wanted to sit somewhere near this library, so I informed him to go to the uncle's wife's coffee shop." "You mean to say, Sir's wife?" "Yeah." Rebecca nodded, as the old man already introduced his wife to her who was looking at her coffee shop on the opposite side. The old man also told about how they fell in love in a short description while working in their shops and now ageing together. They have a son who is studying abroad and will come this year.

“Yeah, but not as much as my girl.” “Every man dreamed of the chance to meet a perfect woman,” the old man said and breathes deeply. For the first time, the old man tasted his cappuccino. “I found one, but I lost her.” Andrius felt sadness in the old man's voice. He then stared at Mr. Johansson. Even the expression on his face was full of sadness. The old man stood up and held out his right hand. “Good luck for tomorrow, Mr. Novitch,” he said and immediately turned and left.

Seventy years later An old woman sits in a rocking chair, her hair as white as the snow on the Iron Ridge. Her hands are wrinkled, the silver scars now lost in the folds of aged skin. Beside her, an old man with one arm and a mischievous glint in his grey eyes is peeling an apple with a silver-handled knife. "Do you think they remember?" the man asks, handing her a slice of the fruit. "The children?" the woman asks. "The children only know the world where everyone is equal, Lucas. They think the stories of the 'Obsidian Servants' and 'Silver Gods' are just fairy tales we made up to make them eat their vegetables."

the old woman explained with a smile. The young woman went to the hunter with a towel to wipe his sweat. The hunter's hand touched her back and patted her a.ss. I was surprised. "They're... They're married?" I thought they were brother and sister. "They've only been married for three months. Please don't be surprised. It's normal for newlyweds to be intimate with each other. Is that your husband next to you?" The old woman was a little hard of hearing, so she spoke very loudly, and everyone looked at me and Manolo.

the younger man babbles out to the angry old man. As soon as he hears about the mated couples, he turns towards me and comes impossibly closer. I hold onto the sheet tightly and back away as far as possible. "She shouldn't get out of this territory. Kill her or bury her alive I do not care but she shouldn't remain alive," the older man says eyeing the inside of my wrist. Hearing his words scare me, no, they terrify me. I start trembling and babbling but the old man had already moved out of the room.

Cade asked "I don't know her name and so I referred to her as a Miss" the guy replied "She is not a Miss, she is my wife"He said as he pulled me away from the guy "Oh we are so sorry ,we didn't know" the older man replied "Now you know and why are the horses on a loose"he asked "They were let out to excercise a bit"The older man replied "Get me my horse, am taking my wife home"Cade said and the older man wanted to do it but Cade called him back