Romance Stories

In the bruised-purple bedroom, Harold (72) and Elena (54) kneel, rope-burned and paddle-marked. Braids, collar, sippy cup, duck blanket, Goodnight Moon surround them. “I’m only lovable when little,” she sobs. “When Daddy,” he chokes. Pull-ups, journal confessions: I’ll die mid-story. They make love—tears, Daddy, Harold braided. Aftercare: salve, shared sips, blanket-cape. Miso purrs. Tomorrow: burnt toast, crayons, rituals. They stay—leaky, creaky, little, big—choosing each other daily.

A story in the Lesbian Romances Universe
In a dim record shop, a dropout clerk and a brilliant pre-med junior orbit each other through jazz and snow for one winter, trading mixtapes and almosts until her hand finally slides into his (cool at the tips, then burning). Their first kiss tastes like cherry balm and tomorrow. But tomorrow ends in May, when her dream pulls her to Baltimore and his stays behind with a pair of green gloves and a mixtape titled “Almost, but not quite.” A tender, aching love letter to the ones that almost were.

The world is ending in hellflame, and Lucifer has captured the love of her life; a man whose loyalty to his heavenly father might cost the demon everything she has sacrificed. Written as a love letter to all the masochists and sadists who kneeled before the altar of a hollow, ruthless god.

At a glittering yokai gala built on money and pretense, Jason Nishi arrives with one quiet purpose: her. One dance rekindles everything they tried to bury... and a single step into the shadows threatens to turn longing into something far more dangerous.

Jake is setting up your not so average stream in his living room, but for him it's average. Jake, already naked and ready greets his viewers with his naked form, caressing his firm balls while jacking his thick cock. Then running his hand from his balls up his firm toned muscles, massaging his abs and pecs while jacking himself off for his viewers.

From the Crazy in Carson saga
Be warned, this one is very sad. It's the story of my relationship with my fiance, Lisa Brambles. Every moment I got with her is a precious memory of mine that I wouldn't trade for anything.

A story in the Lesbian Romances Universe
In moonlit Aeltharion’s grove, archer Lirael Silverthorn seeks a starbloom’s wish, but meets enchantress Vaelindra Nightbreeze—gossamer-clad, jasmine-scented desire. Their kiss ignites; silk and leather shed. Lirael kneels, tongue lapping slick heat until Vaelindra shatters in ecstasy. Vaelindra reciprocates, fingers curling deep, lips sucking until mutual release pulses through them. The starbloom flares brighter, binding their surrender under eternal stars.

A story in the Wolferton Valley Universe
In Wolferton’s neon-drenched haze, straight best friends Jace and Nico ignite a searing blaze of love, lust, and devotion.

A story in the Lesbian Romances Universe
In snow-swept Manhattan, haunted Detective Rikki Fire probes a billionaire's locked-room murder marked by a glowing occult sigil. Suspect: alluring witch Sophia Voss, whose defiant surrender sparks irresistible desire. As living shadows hunt them, charged interrogations ignite passionate power play—silk ropes, commands, vulnerability forging unbreakable trust. Amid red herrings and a midnight ritual clash, their love—forged in fire, sealed in surrender—burns brighter than any dark magic.

A dystopian look into a future of neural links, legalized murder, mass shootings, rampages, hand machines, telemarketing, cults, apathy; in this new world, the greatest war is the War Against Boredom.