Romance Experience Novels & Stories

I felt his tongue touch mine and tried to unlock from the kiss, but surprisingly, he didn't let me. He held me firmly by the waist and took over the kiss. I shut my eyes and enjoyed the ecstasy - the flavor. It was tempestuous and filled with an usual fervor. It was something like I've never experienced - enamoured. This was my first real kiss. We finally unlocked from the kiss and my breathing was tensed, my eyes locked into his which seemed to have some twinkles in them. I could hear the sound of my blood running through my veins. "Ryan" I called, trying not to stutter.

It turned out to be perfect, and ridiculously romantic. A carriage ride through the city... A candlelit dinner... Admiring romantic pieces of art and sharing kisses in front of them in an actual palace... Due to Sebestian' prosthetic leg Rose was nervous about going sightseeing boating but it turned out to be a wonderful, beautiful experience with the woman who was her world trusting her help. It was like they were besotted newlyweds all over again.

It was rare that the two of us got to spend any time together without Az or Enzo. This feeling in my chest… I wanted to bottle it up so that I could study it. Dissect it and understand why I feel so strongly. I’ve read dozens of romance novels. I’ve kicked my feet, giggling while daydreaming about having such a life. I’ve cried and longed for the type of love that seems to only be written on paper in ink created from a bleeding heart. I never imagined I’d experience it myself. “Fine. Fine,” Az relented with a sigh.

Anything to end the check-in fast. “And,” she added, lowering her voice, “since you appear to be a married couple, I also included our romantic experience brochure. Candlelit dinners, couples’ massages, sunset beach activities… married couples absolutely love these.” She slid a glossy brochure across the counter toward us. I froze. Jace froze. The receptionist beamed, obviously proud of her helpfulness. “You two are going to have an amazing time. Sometimes a getaway helps strengthen the bond.” Jace snapped out of it first.

I fanned myself again, as the memory surfaced in my mind. It’s crazy that before all of this, I had never truly understood the wild, breathless thrill of a real romance—the kind of consuming passion that always seemed to elude me… But now? I knew with absolute certainty that I was living the dream. And I couldn’t wait for him to return. I wanted to… feel. More.

“You can leave any time.” Oh my God. A frat party? I read about these during my new adult romance binge. What would it be like to see one in real life? There could be dancing, fist fights, people making out. What if I just peek in for a second, just to put images to the words I’ve read? Then I’ll leave and go home to my Russian. Already I miss him so much, my chest feels like it’s been trampled. “Okay,” I say slowly. “Just for a few minutes.”

The intense pressure sets the romance into a raw, loving frenzy. His other hand drifts to my tit. He squeezes the flesh. He pinches the nipple. The sting shoots straight to my core. I scream. My body trembles uncontrollably. He thrusts faster. His cock becomes an unstoppable force. The desk shakes beneath us. Papers fly to the floor in a chaotic flutter. He swells inside me. The thickness stretches me even further. My pussy pulses with wet heat. It clenches around him. He leans in. He kisses me deep. His tongue fucks my mouth. The taste of him blends coffee and pure want. The romance shines through. His love shows in every touch and every thrust. Our bodies dance in a beautiful rhythm of hea

Hey, Y'all!!!! Another romantic adventure came to an end. It has been such an interesting ride. It has been funny, sad, frustrating, tearful, annoying (Yes, I've said it!), but all in all, it has been the most fulfilling writing experience I've had in the last eight months. The plot came out of nowhere, pushing me to give birth to this love story. In no time, Rhiannon and Paxton took over me, and... the rest, as they say, is history.

If I could meet him again, I will gladly let him rocked his hips against mine. It wasn't my first wild night, frankly, it was one of the many nights I spent going to the club. But it was the first time ever I had sex with a stranger in a club's restroom. I definitely would feel ashamed if I ever get to meet him again, but I wouldn't be ashamed if I get to meet him at the club again. But anywhere else would be a complete disaster, he wouldn't know I was totally heartbroken that night. I don't regret the sex, if I have another chance I would do it over a million more times.

I pulled him toward me and crashed my mouth against his. It wasn't a soft kiss. It wasn't a movie kiss. It was messy, desperate, and full of all the anger and confusion we had been carrying since the day we became roommates. It tasted like salt and heat. It felt like a fight. Jax made a low sound in his throat: half a groan, half a growl and slammed me back against the tiled wall. The cold tile hit my back, but I didn't care because his body was warm, pressing against me, pinning me there. His hands moved from my arms to my waist, gripping me so hard I knew there would be marks tomorrow.