Romance Experience Novels & Stories

Romance. What was the definition of romance? In my understanding, it was a moment or collage of a few flashes that stayed with a person for the rest of their life. Whenever the person they cherished came to their mind, it was those moments that spontaneously knocked on the door of their heart that thrived a wide smile on our faces.

Ryan and I had been married for three years. The first year on my birthday, he stayed at the office all night fixing a botched proposal that Katie Jones had messed up. The second year, he had to go out of town with her for a business trip on my actual birthday. And today, he left me standing alone in the pouring rain because of one phone call from her. I was still staring into space when I heard the guest room door swing open. My heart skipped a beat as I watched him walk toward me. He noticed the little smear of ice cream still on the corner of my mouth. Ryan let out a soft, resigned sigh, then grabbed a tissue and gently wiped it away.

“They often do an activity in a public place, then… look for privacy afterwards.” I smiled. Privacy was definitely on the cards. The male cleared his throat. “The women like to be alone with the men. They like romance.” “How do they define that though?” The wolf shrugged, but then in the link he showed me images from some of their movies and television shows. I’d seen some of them before, of course, but I hadn’t ever really thought about it in this context. “They really do these things?” “Usually with a lot less polish than you see in their media, but these kinds of activities, yes. And their romance seems to be centered on… gestures. They like gifts, and… public displays of affection.”

I stared at him gently and yet softly. “I owe you big time,” I said subtly. He looked at me while asking me why. “It’s because you make me feel fucking good, just like a woman should!” “Give me more of your goddamn pussy, boo!” he requested while I spread my legs wider. And wider! And wider! And wider! Just until my pussy dripped of water and I couldn’t take it any longer. Romance never had to be about sex; it was just about two souls, two hemispheres, who would come together to be one.

In the wake of that first kiss, the carefully constructed walls of denial came tumbling down, leaving behind a landscape of raw, uncharted intimacy. Their romance was not a slow, gentle burn; it was a wildfire, consuming everything in its path with a ferocity that left them both breathless and bewildered. They spent their days orbiting each other, their separate lives folding into a single, shared existence that felt both inevitable and miraculous.

Was this what he meant by Navier being moody today? “Let’s get to the basics first, so I’ll have an easier way to explain things to you. You need me to save your home, and I need you to teach me about romance. Well, technically not teach me as is, but, rather, experience romance with me… if that is a thing. A thing or not, this is still my only condition.” Before she could say anything, he placed a finger up to stop her. “My first love is complaining that I don’t know anything about romance, or what I know about romance is not exactly how she views it. Say I am not very experienced with what romance she wants, and I trust that you can help me.”

They feel like they are the only two people in the world, lost in each other's embrace. So, even though they've been married for a long time, this trip has brought them closer together. They feel like they are falling in love all over again. After their romantic river cruise, they head back to their hotel room. They enjoy a candlelit dinner and spend the rest of the evening dancing in the moonlight. They feel like they are the only two people in the world, and they never want the night to end.

He has heard of it, but never truly experienced it for himself. "Love is romance." he answered briefly, hoping that his answer would suffice. "And what is romance?" Asty continues to test him. "I've read it in novels. It is when a man or a woman starts to develop feelings for each other." "Romance coexists in love," Asty told her with her calm, dreamy eyes. "Love is compassion towards other people. It is a feeling that never goes away. If it goes away, then it is merely infatuation."

'Body count simply means the number of people you have had sex with,' Emma satisfied my curiosity. 'You mean Roman slept around a lot?' I asked as jealousy squeezed my heart. 'He didn't sleep around much like that. He might have dated one or two girls but he is not that bad. 'What about Roy?' I asked. 'Roy would not even look at a woman twice. He is so strict and principled. But in my own book, I call it too much of seriousness about life. 'It means that Roman is experienced and Roy isn't?' I asked. 'Something like that. That reminds me. Do you know that Roman has to mark you before the Luna's rite?' Emma asked.

I savored every agonizing second of it until it burst into an orgasmic explosion throughout my body. I stayed perfectly motionless while I tried to decipher what just happened. It was an experience I’d only read about in romance novels and, in truth, considered it a part of the whole fantasy read. Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought these erotic romance scenes were based on actual events. Wow! Wow! Wow!