Online Romance Short Stories Novels & Stories

CRAWLING THROUGH TEMPTATION We’re almost there.” His scratchy, low drawl carried through the craggy tunnel. A bead of water dripped along her nose and she shivered. The quiet buried deep down into her being was only interrupted by the minute shuffling through the small, dripping cave passage. Who’d have thought a first-year anniversary could be so romantic? There could have been sarcasm there—but there wasn’t. For two people who’d met on an online caving site this was perfection. Or their end destination would be, once Max got his gorgeous, well-toned ass out of her headlamp. Beneath the stink of sulpher and earthier, muddy things, Lela breathed in the thread of her lover’s spicy cologne. Sh

Kimberly wanted what Rune had, and hence she started brewing her plans to destroy her marriage step by step. Soon, her plans started to work. She started to manipulate the Mayor, filling his mind with lies about Rune that she was having an affair with a man. She showed him pictures, making him believe her. Gabriel was furious when she saw the pictures of his wife laughing with a man. Rune liked to be free and so she would go out often exploring places, and Gabriel had no problem with it. But realizing that she was going on the purpose of meeting her secret lover, infuriated him. He loved her very much, and thinking of her with someone else drove him crazy.

CONTENT: Teasing, deep kissing, balls licking, 69, oral, season. CHAPTER 1 It was chilly December morning and I was awake earlier than usual. Just couldn’t sleep with all the excitement that I knew the weekend would bring. Deciding there was no point staying in bed, I got up and headed for the shower. I undressed quickly and stepped under the water, letting the hot spray relax tense muscles. I let my mind drift to the weekend plans, playing in my mind what was about to happen. You see I had been talking to him for almost 4 years and had never once met him. We had become fast friends, laughing, joking and sharing the good and bad times. But that was it...we were just friends, nothing more...u

She leaned in, lowering her voice. "You don’t get it. He is possessive. If he knows I’m not home, he’ll text me constantly, probably even come looking for me. I need you to stay in my place. Just one night, that’s all I’m asking." I took a sip of my coffee, staring at her as the words sank in. “You want me to sleep in your bed? Pretend to be you? Linda, this is… extreme.” "I know," she said, eyes pleading, "but I haven’t felt this way in so long. I just need to feel… something different. Just this once. He might be the one."

Mia didn’t pull away, licking softly through the spasms until Lena tugged her up for a messy, breathless kiss. They collapsed together, sweaty and sated, limbs tangled. Lena traced lazy patterns on Mia’s back. “We should’ve done this years ago,” Lena whispered. Mia smiled against her shoulder. “We have all night to make up for it.” Lena’s hand slid between them again, fingers finding Mia’s still-sensitive clit. “Then let’s start round two.” The city lights kept shining outside, indifferent, while inside the suite, two best friends discovered exactly how deep their flame could burn.

I told him I wasn’t the one begging for distance every time things got real. The motherfucker left the next morning after we fucked for two hours straight and I still wasn’t satisfied. Trust me, the hours weren’t the problem—I just couldn’t get enough of it. He didn't grind my pussy as much as I'd fantasized it. He barely even touched the surface. What a waste! My fourth boyfriend didn’t even give an explanation. He just stopped replying to my messages after a night he called “perfect.” That night barely even beat what my hands could do for themselves. How could he call that ‘perfect’?

“From servant to queen’s consort to mother of a new legacy… I owe you both everything.” Elara cupped her face. “We owe you the same. You completed us.” Darius’s golden eyes glowed with contentment. “No more shadows. No more threats worth fearing. Only our family. Our pack. Our love.” Years later, the royal pups—strong, loving, and raised in open affection—would run through the halls, their laughter echoing the unbreakable bond that had saved two kingdoms. The story of the Blood Moon Bride, her king, and their devoted consort became eternal, a tale of passion, courage, and the power of choosing love in all its forms.

And after a small pack on my lips he drives off. Sometimes i wonder if he's scared or something, scared of being too close to me.....we kiss and cuddle but that's it! But for me it's not enough! I want to be swept off my feet and burn down in desire by a real man, not this sweet pack thingy on the cheek or lips, it doesn't even make me feel anything!! But i don't want to break his heard by telling him that he needs to improve his romance skill, especially the kissing part!"

"This should have been the setting for your first time and I just felt bad. It should have been sweet and romantic and all that shit." "Wait, tomorrow is the seventh day." Royce wagged his finger. "Who said we're doing it now?" Royce grinned before pointing at the romantic candle light set up. "I will make this night and tomorrow special before I ravish you completely." And he did exactly what he said. He made her feel like a special girl. Like she's the luckiest woman in the world and by the time the seven days are up. Royce made love to her body.

By sunset, that ache had turned into a throbbing, dripping need. No boyfriend. No rules. Just seven days to be a greedy, horny slut. I grabbed the resort tablet and opened the Concierge app. Private Companions. I selected exactly what I wanted: Male. Very tall. Extremely muscular. Hung like a fucking horse. Expert tongue and stamina. No limits. One night. I hit submit, already soaked. Thirty minutes later, a firm knock sounded at the door. I opened it and felt my pussy clench at the sight of him.