Romance was a difficult thing that close to the action. He remembered the first time they had sex, he was on top of her and had just started coming when a siren sounded for incoming fire. They jumped up, pulled on their fatigues and helmets and ran to the dugout next to her quarters. Afraid the army would separate them, they pretty much kept their romance a secret, telling no one that during RR back in the states they secretly got married. While their friends in the compound knew they were having sex, no one knew of the marriage. It was only later that Charley learned more about Jackie. She had developed a reputation of pretty much bouncing from guy to guy wherever she

The shelves in his room are filled with computer books and romance novels. The computer books were for his mind and the romance novels .... well they were for his on-line friends. That was also what his notebook was for. It was like his bible, containing all the information about those friends that he enjoyed being with. It also contained each of his persona. The people he became when he was on-line. In each chat room he had a

They dated in high school however they hadnt had a picture perfect romance. He was the reason for her self-mutilation and she was one of the many reasons he punched shit. When it came to an end they made an oath to not grow apart. Bryson would always have a piece of her heart, even if their relationship was nothing but screaming fights and late night petting. And as she stared into his light hazel eyes, she knew he felt the same. Bryson sat across from Marie, shaking his head and giving her a troubled look. Then he turned his head as if disgust consumed him. "Why are you telling me sorry? Marie, you can do whatever gets you off, fuck Asher, your brothers BEST friend

His voice was deep and smooth, like something youd hear in a cheesy romance movie. He grabbed my leg and I was jolted back into reality. "Do something like that again, and Ill rip your leg off" Something about the way he said it made me believe he could actually do just that. Still, I wasnt going to let him take me without a fight. "What the hell do you think youre doing? Leave me alone!" His response was almost a snarl. "Feisty arent we. You should have thought about that earlier, you little cock tease. I saw you at that bar. You deserve whats coming to you." Shit. He was watching me? Ive never seen this guy before in my life. "Oh, I know you dont know me, but I

But if you are looking for a tale of romance and generosity, a story about growth and selflessness, I hope you will read and enjoy. I would be remiss if I did not thank my muse, the amazing woman who keeps me sane and happy. * "Mr. Summers, do you have anything to say to the court before I pronounce sentence?" "I guess not, Your Honor." "Very well. The Court has some discretion in sentencing for cases like yours. I could remand you to the custody of the County Prison System for a period of up to twelve months. When I first saw your juvenile record, I was tempted to do just that. However, your last brush with the law occurred when you were fifteen years old. Since then,

Since our lives and our romance had been so unusual and kind of wacky, we chose to be married the next spring ... and independently we each chose the same date .... the first day of April ... April Fools day. How fitting. Kani was my maid of honor, Jenny and Deen served as bridesmaids. Kervals best man was Josh and the two groomsmen were fraternity brothers, both black by the way and one of them hit it off with Deen who had been dumped by Wil a few months before my wedding. So in the end .... maybe there is a moral here .... something about "good things happen to those who wait?" or some such saying. It worked for me. **THE END** ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ +++++++++

Kaylee Richards looked up from the romance novel she was reading and froze. The guy that had just walked into the senior homeroom of St. Thomas Aquinas had to be the most handsome young man shed ever seen. He looked like he could have been on the cover of the cheap paperback she was reading. Curly brown hair, hazel eyes and a dimpled smile. Romance was dead, non-existent in Kaylees world. She was bone-thin, five feet, three inches, and weighed ninety-one pounds. Her bright carrot orange hair hung limply down to the back of her thighs; its limpness seeming to emphasize her too large ears, sharp nose, and over abundance of freckles.

Now back to my current situation and romance. Bob is a great guy, just not the right guy for me. Mike on the other hand, now that man rocks my world. Now, even though we did have sex that one time, Mike has not made a pass at me. Was there something wrong with me? Why didnt he try to do me again? I so wanted to have a fling with him, to enjoy him as a friend with benefits. With him not trying to seduce me, well it bothered me and at first I thought that he didnt like me. In fact, its started to piss me off! How dare he not do me! Well what is a girl to do other than that it became my mission to seduce him. Now around the house I never wore a bra. I made sure to wear

Like one of those sappy romance novels. They make you melt inside. And then one night I got totally trashed while out clubbing and sent Jim an email about 5:00 a.m. and I asked, "Would you like to get together at that little purple motel and fuck?" I made reference to a little town we are both familiar with where the motel is. You should write a romance novel." He had kissed me before in the little boat, rather brotherly. Now I kissed him, and not very sisterly. I sensually worked on his lips and then gradually built up to playful tonguing, tickling his tongue and the roof of his mouth. He did the same to me. His tongue going in and out of my mouth. Then mine his,

I mean youre a nice guy, but this isnt the start of a romance or anything. I have a boyfriend, but hey, you really bailed me out there." "I didnt do anything." "You had my back and that was the most important thing of all. So look I am a bit turned on here, since Ive never been with a gringo and all, and hey, this will really teach that puto in the car a lesson." "Look, please dont feel like you have to do this," I said. "You are a gentleman. No, like I said I want to," she replied as we walked into the lobby and headed straight to the elevator. We rode up to my floor and walked to my room in silence. I then slipped my key card through the lock and opened the door.