Younger Man Older Woman Romance Novels & Stories

“Fifty-five?” “Forty-one.” My jaw falls open. “You fit perfectly.” He gives me a puzzled look. “With what?” “You see, I’ve read a couple of books where a young, budding woman falls in love with the grumpy man old enough to be her father. You have tattoos, a couple of graying hairs, cool tattoos, a little bit of work on your wardrobe and we could still find you a wife!”

Enzo explained, pulling out the printed document he had kept in his pocket to show them. The couples collected the document, squeezing their eyes to read the content of the document. “Isn't she the lady who moved away a few days ago saying she was travelling to the States?” The old man asked his wife, checking the picture on the document again. "Can you describe how she looks to me?" he asked, his voice low and even. The old man nodded, his eyes squinting as he thought back. "The woman was young, probably in her early twenties. She had long, dark hair and a petite build." He explained to his best knowledge.

"I don't think so. I would love you anyway. But for me...I missed my manky body. Having been put in a younger scrawny version of myself isn't very fun. At least you were only an year younger when you possessed this body, right?" "Yup. I'm 19 actually." He says as the man widens his eyes. "I still cannot fathom your tender age, Cassandra. You're so...protect-able." The 37 year old man explains as she sighs gently. "Protect-able I am." She chuckles. Sipping on her drink to the last drop, she enjoys it like wine as the man was staring at her like it was the end of the world if he didn't. "I...I love you, Cassandra." He suddenly says, touching her face. Humming, Cassandra locks her gaze with hi

With searching brown eyes staring up at the ceiling, the man blew puffs of cigarette smoke into the air, dragging the cigar out of his lips. A slow knock on the door was heard. A smile curved by the side of his peach lips. Loud thumping footsteps were accompanied by the deep chuckling of a young man. "I've been waiting for you" came the hoarse voice of the man. "It's not easy doing this but I'm glad I'm back on track" the young man told him as he stood behind the sofa. With a sharp bolt from the sofa, the older man turned to face his counterpart before engulfing him in a hug.

Layla opened her blue eyes meeting his grey gaze and they kissed while the older man's rough hands moved and gripped her soft ass cheeks kneading them as he contributed to her moving along his newly restored shaft his own hips pumping due to his inability to get enough of the young lass who had become his most sought after mate upon one encounter with her in the largely forgotten town. "Brick.." she moaned as he angled his cock in just the right spot making her weak once again as she peppered him with passionate kisses along his bare chest. The older man smirked as he thrust upward driving his cock deeper inside the lass before rolling her over onto the dusty floor and fitting himself back b

She thought to herself, "You've been married to her for more than 30 years, but I've been with you for more than 10 years. You never wanted to divorce her, so I didn't want to mention it. But what about you promised me?" Robert looked down at her and smiled. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were wrinkled together, but they only added to his charm as a mature man. He said, "Let me have a look." As he said this, his face leaned forward and seemed to look at her carefully. He kissed her on the eyelids and held her with his big hand, saying, "How can you be old? You are still as beautiful as before." A man's words had always come out of his mouth when he was coaxing a woman. Yu Cangcang w

she took a sit next to him, “you haven’t had a woman’s touch in so long.” The man gently smiled, “You know things.” “I think I’ve seen you somewhere,” she had said. There was eye contact. They seemed lost in each other’s eyes. When Bowman was finally back he responded, “Well, I have a son. But I kind of doubt you may had had anything with him. I don’t keep track of his girlfriend’s so I wouldn’t know.” “Is he into old women?” she smiled. “You see yourself old?” “Well, I turned forty this morning.”

“Oh! She’s a very beautiful woman, cultured, polite… Surprisingly, she didn’t run off when I made my move.” “Well, that’s already an achievement. Now I’m even more curious… How old is she?” “She’s younger. Much younger.” “Oh my God, Leonard!” “No! It’s not what you think… She’s not that young, just a little. You can’t say anything—your husband’s a cradle-robber too.” “I just want you to be happy. If you’ve found someone who can stand you and still love you, that’s good enough for me.” That face… that expression. He even looked younger, more…

I felt so bad that I can't possibly be like them since my mate rejected me. The lady leaned on his chest rubbing his head and the man kissed her forehead over and over again. I tried to pull away from getting involved with their adorable moments but I felt a force forcefully pitching my face towards them. The woman is young, she should probably be in her late twenties and the man should be in his early thirties, they looked so good together. Suddenly I heard the woman speaking strangely, "you are the one, you are the one I am waiting for, come and complete me so we can make this journey a success."

"Because teacher and student relationship is extremely forbidden and when you're young compared to him." "Age and profession doesn't matter anymore, if you're inlove with each other." I heave a sigh and lean back on the chair as my arms flew over my chest, while I play with the bottle of Cola, rolling it here and there. "But isn't it weird to the outsiders?" He mimics my position before taking another sip. "Actually, no." My brow arched as I motion him to continue. "If I were to say, it's a tradition nowadays. People tend to like older people than themselves. And specially they go for a forbidden romance. For example, younger men seeks for older women and vice versa."