Romance Novel Younger Woman Older Man Novels & Stories

"Deep down, I am a person who likes romantic gestures more. For example, you can give me a bunch of flowers every morning. It doesn't matter if it's roses, daisies, carnations, or lilies. Wildflowers which are unable to be recognized by names are fine as well. I can even not have any food as long as I have the scent of flowers. Haha. Are you thinking that a fifty-year-old woman like me is a little unreasonable? But I just like flowers!" "No, no, no, nothing like that, Gloria." James was suddenly overjoyed. He suddenly understood that he managed to maintain his composure and put on airs, but the old woman could no longer keep calm anymore. As expected, it's actually easier for older women to

Then she began to kiss across Hannah's cleavage. The older woman arched her back, granting more access to the blonde. The stripes of her bra fell off her shoulders and Serenity sucked her breast. Hard. Leaving a hickey. The older woman was ready. Ready to be claimed by her young lover. Ready to walk on the clouds and sing with the angels. Both women were so engrossed in each other that they missed the sound of keys fidgeting on the other end. So when the door opened and the voice of a woman echoed through the house, they flew apart, with the older woman trying to cover up her bare chest.

The younger woman replied smiling as if that’s something to smile about. “What are you talking about?” I asked pretending to be nothing but innocent. I know what the younger woman said was true. I could smell Carmine’s scent as well as both of their scents. “A lone wolf like you don’t have any place in this world.” The older woman approached me and hit me with the wooden plank for the second time. This time, the younger woman followed her footsteps eventually striking a punch right straight into my face. “HAHAHAHAHA!!!!” I groaned in absolute agony as both women shared a manic laughter. This time, their laughter had some added snippets of yapping. I felt like I’m getting weaker and weaker.

Nine" I answer lowly. Yeah I’m 28 years old and my husband Anthony is 37 Most people doesn’t deem our age gap proper but I’d to marry him. It was the least I could do... “Like I said it's not the same" "Because we are women? It's okay for older men to like younger girls, some of them even like minors! But when an older woman likes a legal younger man, that likes her back!" The emphasis in that sentence is obvious "It's suddenly the world's biggest taboo" "That's not what I meant" I clarify "And do tell, what do you mean, please? You know, for someone who claims to be a devout feminist you don't sound like one right now" I roll my eyes at her "You're blowing this whole thing out of proportio

“I was at a phase like that too where older women seemed . . . preferable.” "Why is that?" "Do you really want to know?" She shrugged and I answered, "Because they're experienced. They know exactly what to do and how to please." “But you married me,” she said, trying to look away, but my hand kept her head in place, forcing her lip an inch away from mine. “I’m ten years younger than you. And . . . I'm inexperienced and I don't know what to do.” Before I could speak, she added, "This makes me a disappointment to you."

“I’m sorry if it seems I’m meddling, sir. It’s just… with your age difference, do you really think the girl feels the same way you do?” Damien’s brows knit together, his head tilting slightly. “Excuse me?” The other attendant shot her a panicked look, whispering for her to stop, but the woman ignored her. “I’ve seen cases like this,” she continued. “The girls stay with older men for the lifestyle, the money while their hearts belong to someone younger.” For a moment, silence fell. Damien simply stared at her, almost incredulous. Had he gone too soft? Was that why she thought she could stand there and question him like this?

I groaned, rolling my eyes. “I’m more shameless than my brother, if you really want to know,” he said, sliding an arm around my shoulders and leaning closer, his breath hot against my ear. “And I love older women. Younger girls… they don’t have the experience. They don’t know what to do.” He clicked his tongue. “The older ones know exactly what they want.” I pushed him back with a laugh, though I gave him a look. “And I love men older than me,” I said smoothly, meeting his eyes with a knowing smile. “The younger ones have no experience.”

I am such a goner. Many women have tried toying with me, seducing me, and failed to do so. Now, I'm stuck with a twenty-five year old woman who is determined to make me crazy for her. "Of myself? I thought you wanted to take 'a man' to your hotel room, Miss Young?" I ask putting the utensils down at each side of the plate. I won't give her the satisfaction of saying her name. Not yet. She smirked at my question, before licking her lips and responding.

“I know you’re just now noticing me and just now considering me for a relationship, but I’ve been pining after you for a year. This isn’t puppy love or love at first sight for me. I’ve been interested in you since the first month I started at the firm. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman, and you wouldn’t be if you were twenty-two. You’d be immature and unwilling to see things deeper with me. I want an older woman … no, I want you, and I have for far too long.” The frustration on his face and in his voice moved her, her heart wanting so badly to let go. She simply nodded and took a bite of her salad. “Age is off the table for me. Tell me you’ll work to move it off the table for you