Proper Romance Novels & Stories

she replied. "Okay." "Let's meet at the usual place." "OK." Their clandestine meeting spot was a sushi bar, equipped with numerous private rooms to ensure their privacy. Upon entering one of these secluded spaces, they wordlessly embraced each other passionately. "Amelia, You are ravishing. Your skin is forever young," Prosper confessed, simultaneously putting forth every effort to please her. A short while later, Amelia's impatience got the better of her, and she found herself sweating profusely, feeling as pliable as mud. In truth, she didn't harbour genuine love for Prosper; however, she relished the excitement and pleasure he provided.

Jeanna commented. "That’s more often said about parents and children," Linda corrected gently, her role as a senior secretary making her quick to ensure accuracy. "Right, I meant that the best kind of romance is one that grows over time and endures into old age." Jeanna rolled her eyes. Compared to Cedric, Austin seemed like the more dependable type. After all, if not for his timely intervention years ago, Sophie might not have survived. The idea of repaying a life-saving debt with romance might seem cliché, but it did paint a pretty picture.

Their high school and college were filled with romantic memories. They were blindly in love and didn't care about the outcome, or their families approval, being in a Forbidden Love, the community and their families didn't approve of it. But they are stubborn enough and won't let anyone or some history bring an end to their relationship, so they ran away together.

I’m not sure if they were included. No. No sexy time. You will not think about it. No sex. No thoughts of romance and rose petals. Romance is officially dead. I guess I’ve started associating romance solely with love and being in love, not this temp stuff where you have nice gestures but without the “I love yous.” I mean, that’s what it is, right? It’s supposed to mean something. Not just something to manipulate. Not something to use and discard. Stop that! I hiss at myself. I can't think of what to say now, distracted by the scratchiness of Blake’s stubble on my cheek and by the scent of his delicious cologne. Maybe I shouldn’t say anything. I’m bound to make this awkward.

I didn't want to push too far just a shot in the dark that we just might be one. "There is a lot more about me that you need to know Scarlett but whatever will be, I'll never let you go away. No chance. Don't know what we have shared right now..." I cut him in between. "It's the best intimacy we have shared Eric. For me, honesty is the best intimate thing two can share. We have shared the intimacy of thoughts. No physical desire can ever match this." I completed. Eric James Winslet Her words were intoxicating. Just to love. She did not even ask to be loved. It was rapture enough just to sit there beside her in silence, alone in that cold night in the white splendor of shine with the wind blo

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

My eyes flew open and I tried to sit up, suddenly aware that something warm and solid was hovering over me. “What time is it now?” I asked quickly, pushing my palms against the couch to lift myself up. But before I could move any further, his hand pressed lightly against my shoulder and guided me back down. “Vince—” The rest of my words disappeared the moment his lips touched mine. For a brief second my mind went completely blank. The kiss wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t careless either. Instead, it was slow and deliberate, as if he had been holding himself back for far too long and had finally decided he was done pretending.

It made taking things slow ridiculous. I smashed my lips on his, as I reached for his collard shirt. His lips never leaving mine, Talon led me, taking me against the door as he fumbled with the knob before carrying me to my bedroom. I closed the door behind us, I was now on my back on the bed. His lips were invading every inch of my mouth. My tongue found his neck, as he reached back to unclip my bra leaving my breasts fully exposed. He rolled me on top of him, as our kiss never broke. I reached for his belt and unbuttoned his pants. He gently pulled his pants off where his member was already fully erect. I positioned myself, before I slid my body down causing a groan to escape his mouth. Ro

She said. "Come on this is not a marriage proposal, do you think my marriage proposal will be as lame as this? I can be very romantic when I want to be you know." I said and she laughed. "You? Romantic? Okay tell me, how will your marriage proposal be?" She asked. "You'll only get to find out if you accept to date me now so do you?" I asked. "I told you so." She said. "What?" "I told you back then remember? You said you weren't ever going to fall in love, I told you that you will and I'll be here to say I told you so when that happens." She said and I laughed.

We spent that final minute and kissed each other, not caring about whoever will see us. Because a kiss blown is a kiss wasted. The only real kiss is a kiss that is tasted. ~ END ~