Romantic Short Novels & Stories

**** Orgasm Bath: The door closed and Becca fell against it in relief. It was 2 A.M. and she was exhausted from her date. Her legs were sore from dancing and walking on the waterfront before the rain started. Everything went so well that she didn’t want to spoil it by jumping Mike’s bones on their first date. Even though she’d felt his bone in the car—by accident of course. Becca was a petite Asian woman, a little over 5 feet tall, with long black hair and tinted highlights. Her date with Mike had been a fluke thing set up by friends. He was a huge man. Six feet six inches tall, black hair, handsome and very funny.

Sorry, I’m An Anti-Romantic . By Authoress Kamara . Chapter 17: The Short End . [ Recap ] The order of the circle is : Miles > August > Ryder > Wyatt > Zane > Blake > Aiden > Miles held up the chocolate covered stick which was no longer than the length of his hand. This shouldn't take too long to get rid of. He was unusually excited, even though this was just a game. Turning to his left, he faced August who was reluctantly staring back at him.

Ana, will you be my girlfriend? With the romantic background music, a large bouquet of fiery red roses, jewelry that symbolized love, and a handsome and outstanding prince charming, the whole scene resembled that of a fairy tale. Diana's eyes turned slightly red as she looked at the man she had longed for, loved, and hated. At this moment, her heart softened, and she almost uttered a response. Just then, Cedric's phone emitted a buzzing vibration sound. This subtle sound snapped Diana out of her emotional trance. She bit her tongue abruptly, swallowing the unspoken words.

Stolen Moments of Desire: A Romantic Interlude Amidst Demanding Schedules. . Rachna’s eyes, usually calm, sparkled with a fervent affection, reflecting the depths of her emotions. She embraced Rahul tightly, each drawing strength and solace from the other's presence. The silence between them was rich with unspoken sentiments, a shared understanding of the preciousness of this moment. Both were keenly aware that this stolen time, this romantic interlude, was a rare treasure, snatched amidst the chaos of demanding work schedules that constantly threatened to pull them apart.

He is the perfect partner for me. I have repeatedly sighed in contentment, and I keep grinning to myself. Our first time, hopefully the first time of many, many more times, was out of this world amazing! I had given up hope of the sweet love making described in my romance novels and in the chick flick movies I used to watch by myself night after night. That was make believe, it wasn’t real. Except it is, because Manzitti made it all come true for me. “What are you smiling about, Shortie?” he asks me as he leans up on one arm. His dark hair is flopping forward and his beautiful green eyes sparkle with mischief.

The world outside ceased to exist, melting away into the background as they immersed themselves in the profound unity of their love. Every minute they spent together was a testament to their shared affection, their small world wrapped within a quilt, cloaked under the darkness of the night, illuminating with their love. Every touch, every gaze was a silent promise of more to come, a naive yet passionate reaffirmation of their love. Theirs was a tale filled with intoxicating romance, laughter and shared dreams, setting a romantic benchmark for Sunena and Peter. In the warm, dimly-lit tranquility of their private space, Haider and Ameera found themselves wrapped in warmth, their bodies pressin

*** We open the store, help a couple of early customers, and within ten minutes Matteo has commandeered a stack of receipts and started sketching circles and arrows like we’re planning a heist. “Okay,” he says. “Option one: classic romance.” “Define classic.” “Candlelit dinner. Somewhere intimate. You get down on one knee. Boom. Tears.” “That’s… reasonable,” I say. He grimaces. “But expected.” “Cara likes expected,” I argue. “She likes thoughtful,” he counters. “There’s a difference.” A woman browsing the romance section coughs pointedly, clearly eavesdropping. Matteo lowers his voice anyway. “Option two: chaos.”

His voice must me angelic and equals his limitless beauty. I desire the long desired mate bond. The unexplainable love shared by mate. The undying romance. His romantic gestures towards me. I desire everything!. His hot breath heaving over my sensitive neck. He tongue romancing my lips whenever we kiss or s*x.. I desire them all So I really pray he awakens. *** A loud growl pull me off my fantasy. I instantly fall roughly to the ground. My spines smash with a heavy thud. I wince.

Sandra surged forward, her hands finding Anya’s shoulders, her fingers digging into the fabric of her dress. Their lips met in a kiss that was equal parts desperation and surrender, soft at first, tentative, as if Sandra were afraid she might break. But Anya didn’t let her stay gentle for long. Her free hand slid to the small of Sandra’s back, pulling her flush against her body, their curves fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle. The storm outside forgotten, the entire world narrowed down to the heat of their mouths, the slick slide of their tongues.

"I'm not joking with you, dead serious." "Let's do this!" I strip off my bra, unzip my shorts and pull it down, then climbing off of his lap, I pull the shorts down totally and flip it off. It would fall outside if not for the floor-to-ceiling glass window. He attempts to unzip his shorts. "No, not yet!" I grab his hands. "I want you to give a great romance, romance before sex." Adrian's POV