Short Stories Romance Novels & Stories

Everyone in the restaurant was very friendly and greeted them as if they had known each other for a long time, between the kindness of the employees and the romantic atmosphere of the restaurant Karina felt very comfortable: -Kari can you do me the honor of being my girlfriend. She looked at him and with a big smile she answered: -Yes, yes Antonio. He came closer and gave her the long awaited kiss, it was a delicate kiss, but with passion, which Karina liked the most. Antonio wanted to take everything calmly and that pleased Karina very much, so the big night went by, then Antonio went to leave Karina at her house and when he said goodbye Antonio took her in his arms and gave her a long kiss

More… specific. I read romance novels and decided the first step to getting his attention was to make him see me as something other than Jane’s little friend. I started wearing shorter skirts when I knew I’d see him. Tighter tops. I’d pull my hair up to expose my neck, mimicking gestures I’d seen in movies. But he never gave me a second glance. Not until I went for the nuclear option. Last night, I sent him photos. Not just any photos. Explicit ones. Carefully angled, lit by the dim lamp in my dorm room, leaving nothing to the imagination. I sent them to his private email, the one I’d memorized from seeing it on paperwork years ago.

When I was buried to the hilt, I stayed still for a moment, savoring the incredible feeling of being wrapped so perfectly inside the woman I loved. Then I began to move, slow, deep, romantic thrusts that made her breasts bounce gently beneath the thin shirt. I leaned down and kissed her, swallowing her soft, sweet moans as I made love to her right there on the kitchen counter. Every stroke was deliberate and tender. My cock glided in and out of her soaked pussy with wet, intimate sounds that filled the bright kitchen. “You feel so good,” I whispered against her lips, thrusting steadily. “So warm and tight and perfect around me. I love being inside you, Rachel.”

“I know.” “Then stay.” She looked out over the city. Then back at me. “I will.” We went inside. Took the elevator to my penthouse. Made love again—slower this time. In my bed. No rush. No anger. Just skin on skin, breath on breath, trust building like a slow burn. When we finally fell asleep, her head on my chest, my arms around her, the city quiet below us, I knew. The story she’d been chasing wasn’t the scandal.

Alex flew back to London but the memory of Max's hands and cock stayed with him every night when he touched himself. A month later Max came to visit London. They picked up right where they left off only this time it was even hotter because they knew exactly what the other liked. Alex rode Max slow and deep in his own bed while rain hit the windows outside. Max fucked Alex over the kitchen counter after dinner. They sucked each other off in the shower until they both came down each other's throats. Their story did not end there. They kept seeing each other flying back and forth between cities. Every meeting was filled with long nights of sweat and moans and bodies pressed together. Sometimes

Sorry for the late update this past few months I got really busy because of my task, I try to update even if it's short. To my readers thank you for always reading! I love you and i hope you all doing ok. I try to update once a week so please look forward to it! and also if you find a wrong grammar in my story, I'm still learning and I'm still new about writing so, please don't be so disappointed in me. And I will change the other chapter in this story. That's all. I love you guys! Stay safe guys and don't go outside without a mask and don't rub your fingers into your face!

I stopped mid-sentence, whilst telling Maha some story about my clinic; when I heard Sahar baji ask. "Uh..." That was the only thing that came out of my mouth combined with the utter blank look. "Yeah Noor. How many poor guys have you rejected so far?20? 30? 40???" Maha asked with a teasing grin. I turned my gaze away sheepishly.

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.

She was in very big trouble. ‎ ‎Elena made her way to her room just as a message from her husband came into her phone. ‎ ‎"BUSY. WILL CALL YOU BACK. LOVE YOU". ‎ ‎Elena sighed loudly and fell on her bed. ‎ ‎"Of course he's busy. This man is not romantic even through texts" she said as she crossed her hand over her face. ‎ ‎Her stomach grumbled in hunger as she laid down in silence. ‎ ‎"I should go grab something to eat" Elena muttered as she began standing up from the bed. Her mind flashed to the image of the sexy hunk of a man downstairs and she immediately laid back down.

he whispered. Meera snuggled closer, completely spent but deeply satisfied. In Alexander’s arms, she felt safe, loved, and utterly claimed. Their story had begun as forbidden desire between a powerful man and his young maid. Now, it was becoming something much deeper — a love that refused to be denied.