Older Woman Younger Woman Romance Novels & Stories

The more he thought about it the more he knew she was toying with him and was enjoying it. “What’s the matter, baby?” An older blonde woman purred, sitting up in the bed next to him. The sheet slid down her naked body exposing her breasts and stomach. She was an older woman about forty-eight, still younger than his sixty. Her breasts were no longer perky and sure her face wasn’t as youthful as it was in the past but he was finding that he was fine with that. She was a woman who knew what she wanted and what he wanted. He didn’t have to worry about training her to do things a certain way. In fact, he loved a good roll in the sheets with her. She might not be young any more but she made up fo

"Deep down, I am a person who likes romantic gestures more. For example, you can give me a bunch of flowers every morning. It doesn't matter if it's roses, daisies, carnations, or lilies. Wildflowers which are unable to be recognized by names are fine as well. I can even not have any food as long as I have the scent of flowers. Haha. Are you thinking that a fifty-year-old woman like me is a little unreasonable? But I just like flowers!" "No, no, no, nothing like that, Gloria." James was suddenly overjoyed. He suddenly understood that he managed to maintain his composure and put on airs, but the old woman could no longer keep calm anymore. As expected, it's actually easier for older women to

“I think you want me too.” My mouth opened again, and I almost said something - what, I didn’t know. Whether I was about to deny it or admit it or fall into his arms again, I’ll never know, because at that very moment, an older woman swooped in from the side, practically swooning as she cooed, “Oh, I just love how the fire of your marriage is still burning hot after all this time!” Alexander dropped his hand and turned toward her, his face schooled into polite amusement.

This was indeed our first encounter, but previously, I had spotted lipstick stains that weren't mine on Evan's clothes, as well as strands of red hair that had been purposely hidden in his pockets. I did not accept the drink. Smiling softly, I complimented her, "Ms. Dixon, you have a great body. I'm sure many male werewolves are pursuing you." She laughed loudly before pulling the strap of her top off her shoulder to reveal half of her bosom. "Thanks for the compliment, Ms. Castillo. Yours is pretty alright too." She shrugged at me before pressing her ample bosom against Evan's arm. "Since you and I admire each other, why don't you drink with me?"

I got to one of the local villages and walk into their eatery, I was so tired and exhausted after being on the bus for so long, I took a seat and ordered for food and drink, I was waiting for my order to arrive while I was relaxing, and then on the small TV hanging on the wall, The news came on, it was a picture of Shitali and the subheading was that she is wanted by the police and whoever that can find her would be rewarded with ten thousand dollars, I know my older man is behind that. Tears brim my eyes knowing he's fighting for granny and I, gosh! I miss him so much, I can't wait for all of this to be over so I can go back to him and tell him how much I love and miss him, I don't care but

“Do not come back to this house for any reason, no matter the outcome. Not ever, do you understand?” “Yes.” Silence. Only the crackling hearth, the wind in the trees. “Kiss me,” said the old woman, drawing close. “Put your lips to mine, Ricard Franklin. Do it now.” Richard stared at her in the firelight, shuddering inwardly again, recalling what Tommy had admitted earlier. He leaned nonetheless, lowering himself to her height. He felt one of her arms snake around his neck, pulling him against her as she rose up tiptoed on bare feet. Then her shriveled lips were touching his, that mouth closing over his mouth. He tasted her toothless gums and gagged. Squeezed his eyes shut. And—

Maybe in a dream. The older woman looked at me. She stopped cold. For a moment, something flashed in her eyes. Was it recognition? Shock? Pain? Her breath caught, and her eyes filled with tears. "Everyone's having lunch. Maybe we should sit in the parlor for a bit," the younger woman said gently, clearly noticing the older woman's reaction. "Yes... that might be best," the older one murmured, letting her companion guide her toward the sitting room next door. The shift in atmosphere was impossible to miss.

She had long silver hair braided down her back, kind wrinkles framing her dark eyes, and a warm, knowing smile on her face. "Come here, young lovers," the old woman called out, her voice sweet and raspy. We stopped in front of her table, and they end up chatting with locals, the old woman asking where we were from and how long we had been together. Dante actually answered her, his tone surprisingly polite and relaxed as he stood close to my side, his arm wrapped securely around my shoulder.

She froze when she saw us, then quickly pressed the bear over her face. “I didn’t see anything!” Valerie and I both burst into laughter at her playful antics. I scooped Emma into my arms and planted a big kiss on her chubby cheek. Valerie, too, reached out and tapped her gently on the head. “You little rascal.” With my wife and daughter beside me, I glanced at the warm glow of the streetlights outside the window. For what felt like the hundredth time, I realized my heart was overflowing with happiness. —The End—

An older woman with kind, weathered eyes and a warm smile noticed me first. Beside her stood a younger woman—early twenties—with long, fiery red hair cascading down her back, freckled cheeks, and a modest yellow sundress that swayed gently in the evening breeze. "Oh my!" the older woman exclaimed, eyeing me up and down. "Look at this fine young man. Tall, handsome—we don't get to see good-looking young men around here. Those arms and that build… You must be a ranch hand, aren't you, dear?"