This story is a fiction, and all characters and events are entirely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental. It is written to fulfill your fantasies and celebrate the joys of love making. The writer does not intend to disrespect anyone and is not responsible for any misinterpretion of this story. Respect all women This story is a fiction All names, characters, places and incidents are entirely fictitious.
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It might not be what you think. Webster defines romance as a love story. That means emotion has to be involved and love is the topic. That is the basic definition of romance. That also means that if another genre is more prominent, then the story might not be a romance exactly.
We made out on the bus from Indianapolis to Pittsburgh. Hiding in the back row next to the smell of the Greyhound bathroom we kissed and slid hands under jeans as the strip malls passed us by. On the train from Chicago to New Orleans, we hid in the privacy of our tiny I might have left too quickly. But once we were done my mind instantly moved back to the girl waiting at home in our bed with her fingers between her thighs and her imagination swirling.