Tear Jerker Stories

A story in the Lesbian Romances Universe
Dawn breaks over two women who have spent the night tearing each other open, body and soul. In the raw light of morning, fingers still slick, hearts bruised and trembling, they learn the hardest part isn’t coming; it’s staying. A slow, unflinching erotic love letter to mutual vulnerability, where every touch, tear, and whispered confession becomes the promise that neither will run when the sun exposes what the dark forgave.

Two young brothers find a deeper bond through shared trauma.

A man’s hospital visit turns into an unexpected awakening of empathy and desire when he becomes captivated by the wounded leg of a stranger, blurring the line between compassion and obsession.

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.

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.