Romance Experience Novels & Stories

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.

“I don’t know. Isn’t he your boyfriend?” “Xavier isn’t my boyfriend.” “Pardon me. About to be your boyfriend.” “Not that either.” “Seriously, Noah,” Rina chimed in, finally tucking her phone away. “We’ve been friends for three years now and you don’t know that Lucas is Mr. Commitment-Phobe.” “I’m not a commitment-phobe. I’m just not—” “Interested in relationships. Yeah. Heard that before.” I scowled at her. She was acting entirely too cocky for my liking.

Lance was already planning on the things he wants to do at the mall. One afternoon, Charm asked me to go around with her before going home. She looked so sad and distracted. We went to the Square and checked out the new stores and ate pizza. She told me she broke up with Franco. They had a misunderstanding and she's not really very patient. I was upset. I really liked Franco. He seemed so dependable, kind, and smart. "I think I got bored. I was looking again for excitement. Our relationship just went through that comfortable phase." Charm picked on her food. I retorted, "He's such a nice boy. He is exactly what you need. I don't know what else you are looking for." I wanted to kick her. I

I understood and acknowledged that I had special needs but some people took it too far. Romance was also a sensitive zone for me. Having only two ex-boyfriends in my entire life, both experiences weren't the best. One of them constantly talked about wanting to be my ears and would sometimes hold my hand to help me walk for some reason. The other made insensitive comments about my disability everytime we argued and it increased my dislike for arguments. Having no sexual experience whatsoever, one night stands were never considered. I looked at Cookie, who was laying on top of my right foot as she lapped at her water, and grabbed her. "Will you marry me, Cookie? I promise that I'll be good."

"Why, what happened?" "Well, we've been flirting for months and just made the relationship official, but it just doesn't settle well with me, though I do love him, a lot, and I'm sure he loves me as well, but the thing is, we hardly have time for each other, either one of us is too busy for the other, it's always work, work, work, we've never gone on a proper date before, we don't even do what couples do, everything is just seriousness and work" Laura complained bitterly, " And you want to know the most crazy fact of this, it's that we've never had sex before, it's either a call comes in, when we're about to do the deed," Laura added, it really hurts her.

Jun explained dreamily, immediately getting carried away. "I am captivated by the passion in those novels. Their raw nature and the explicitness in the writers words. I can almost feel what their characters feel." Namgyu had that little smile on his lips. "Do you think it's impossible to experience the same passion in real life?" he asked. Jun shrugged, plucking a rose close by. "How would I know. I've been in two relationships my entire life and none of them were passionate." "Would you like to experience it?" Namgyu asked, sitting on one of the cement benches close and pulling Jin down by the wrist, to join him.

His mom drove us places. Thinking back, I know I wish it was like in the books I read where the man was a man and not a boy. Where he was maybe a little bit domineering, protective, and caring, romantic. A man who took their time to pleasure me. I mean I never even had a man go down on me or use his fingers. It was always strictly dick and their pleasure first and it was either missionary or me riding and I swore all they did was lay there and I did all the work. I haven’t even had sex doggy style. I think I only ever had two orgasms in my life. So far. Because I hope that will change. My personal history is probably why I love smutty books or romance books and movies. I can easily live vica

threatened Rena. "Jade, you want to sleep with me, right?" Romeo's head was dizzy. The perverted wolf rebelled because his lover tempted him. "Until when?" sighed Romeo resignedly. "Until we return to Germany." "No! That's not called a honeymoon. Honeymoon, we have to have sex so that we are happy. Channeling all the passionate desires!" Romeo's correction. "It's not a honeymoon, but a full moon. You feel how it feels." Rena didn't care about Romeo, who had gone to great lengths to persuade her to return.

Even though I love thrillers, romantic things like that are surely every woman’s dream, right? “You and your husband are the same,” Mariyam joked. “Me?” I chuckled softly. “I don’t know, maybe.” I wasn’t even sure how to answer. What if the romance they meant was different from the romance Miron meant? When my body experienced an orgasm, it was thanks to Miron’s punishment. Then, he gave me a pasca-sex treatment that probably no other woman would ever get. Isn’t that a form of romance? Like dark romance? “Aren’t you and Sir Miron going on dates like that on a cruise ship, too?” Mariyam’s tone sounded certain.

You walked with them through all of it—through tension and longing, heartbreak and healing, passion and peace. Romance, at its core, isn’t just about desire. It’s about choice. It’s about staying when leaving would be easier. It’s about learning someone’s flaws and loving them anyway. Brielle and Jaxon didn’t fall in love because everything was perfect, they fell in love because they worked for it. Because they grew. Because they chose each other again and again, even when it was hard. If you’ve ever felt like love arrived late for you… If you’ve ever wondered whether you missed your chance…