romeo
mf romance oral

"C'mon, quite fooling around!" she cried as he held the bag far out of her
reach. Looking coyly in her eyes, he said "Not until you've been a good
girl." She could have hit him. Here it is, HER birthday and he hasn't even
noticed yet. On top of that, he tells her to hurry over to help him fix a
dinner for "an old friend". NOW WHO THE HELL IS "AN OLD FRIEND???" She MUST
love him, anyone not blinded by love would have killed the bastard by now.
True, she wasn't doing anything at the time, she was bored stiff. Mainly
wishing he would call, she spent the day looking between the phone and the
TV. To think she was actually pleased to hear the dummy's voice. She stopped
fighting and slumped to the floor, half in tears.

"JERK!" was the last thing she managed to get out before the tears won their
way down her cheeks. He looked down at her, she felt so alone and so hurt.
He looked down at her, and stared...

Then, he opened the bag he had took from her. In it was a loose-leaf binder.
He looked down at her. Her tears as audible as her broken heart. He opened
the binder and glanced at a random page. He looked down at her. Her hands
shaking from stress, and her eyes red from crying. This wasn't the first
time he'd been selfish. All her friends constantly warned her to get rid of
him. "The sex is great" she kept telling them. "the sex is great" she
reminded herself. Her thoughts were broken by his reading.

"Roses bow to you're sweet embrace

Doves draw near to see you're grace

One knee, one hand, one heart, one soul

'Be my love, my heart you've stole,

To no other heart can yours compare

No other beauty is more aware

that i, no other, can love you dearly'

you swear these words and now i nearly

Have you near, and have you close

to show you you are not some, but most

You're tender lips i shall caress......

"NOW GET DOWN BITCH AND GET UNDRESSED!!" he laughed uncontrollably.
"heheHEHEHAHAHA.. whe.. where.. HAH where did you get this crap??" he said
as he looked down at her. "Sounds like. li.. HAHAHEHEHE like Shakespear or
some shit." T of humiliation, enough of the stress, enough of HIM!

She got up, grabbed the book and opened the door. "Maybe someday you can
find a woman who can take you're abuse!! I'm LEAVING!" she yelled before she
ran out the door. seconds later, still snickering, he yelled to the empty
driveway "a dime a dozen babe, you'll come back"

She couldn't stop running, her pain drove her past the police station, past
the book store and finally she collapsed in tears in front of the
lighthouse. It was late, the moon shone on the river and the odd person ran
past her, barely noticing her sobs. That poem was all she had. All she had
of him. Romeo was all he called himself. When she felt pain, or her
boyfriend had just commanded her into some perverse sexual act, then he
would write. It's as if he was a guardian angel. He would write a poem and
place it under bedroom window at night. Normally, she would be scared of
such a man intruding her privacy. But Romeo was different, he was trusting,
caring, and loving. But he was also secretive. She had tried many times, but
she had never actually seen him. Time by time, he would write a romantic
short story. Not the crude pornography that her ex-boyfriend indulged in,
but sensuous, warm, cuddly, caring, consenual erotica. She grew tired. She
was tired in the first place, the evenings events didn't help her fatigue
any.

She wiped her tears and walked back home. She unlocked the apartment and
walked inside. She took a quick shower, dried off, and fell into bed.

"Romeo, where are you?" She cried as her lover caressed the curves of her
body. His Strong arms wrapping around her as she stood, covered only barly
by a satin blanket. He was behind her, his breath on her neck, as his hands
travelled lightly down her arms. Barely touching the skin, he traced the
contours of her hips, around her slender waist, kneading her mons and
abdomen. Her head fell to one side as her moans whispered in harmony with
the night wind through the window. His hands cupped her breasts as he kissed
her neck. His tounge trailing down her shoulder and his hands masterfully
massaged her firm breasts. He whispered in her ear :

"Thy Lips, thy hair, thy beauteous face

and all thy studied female grace

have won for you anon a place

within this broken chest" Her heart melted in his words. He reached under
her legs and picked her up, carrying her to a bed. The night air folded the
satin sheets to make beautiful designs in the fabric. He carfully placed her
on the bed and kissed softly down her hips and then her legs. Now at the end
of the bed, he lifted her buttocks and kissed her inner thigh. She moaned as
he kissed closer and closer to her hot, steamy love-tunnel. His hand
massaged her lower back as his tounge danced on her cunt lips. He parted
them with his tounge and slowly licked up and down T

"ooohhhhhh romeo" was all she could get out besides short gasps. She ran her
fingers through his hair, urgin him onward. Soon, his lips found her
clitoris. Licking it softly, he inserted one finger into her cunt. Slowly,
the finger tickled her inner-walls and his tounge slid over her lips.
"ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh, god romeo... oh god..." was all her mind could
muster. She was so used to being used, being mistreated. Now that she found
trust and love, she practically fainted. Romeo's finger speed increased and
his lips began to gently suck on her clit, making her shake with
anticipation. His hands rubbed up her torso, massaged her breast and
travelled back down her sides, only to return up her torso again.

Her trembling was uncontrollable now as wave after wave of her orgasm swept
over her body, she bucked up and down in the bed, the wind blew in on her
already erect nipples and just then, Romeo inserted another finger easily
into her soaping wet cunt. He then leaned forward, sliding up her body,
tracing his tounge over her abdomen and flicked her left nipple with his
tounge.

"OOOOHHHHHH GOD ROMEO ROMEO ROMEO AAAAAHHH OOOOO!!!"

Her eyes shut and her back ached as the final wave of her ectasy subsided.
Slowly, Romeo rose further up her body, to her lips and he kissed then
tenderly. His kiss, sensuous and heavenly, was like nothing she had ever
felt before. It seemed to fill her from the tip of her head to the souls of
her feet.

He leaned to her ear and whispered, "My sweet princess, oh how the moonlight
shines off these satin sheets. Much like that of you're satin skin. Happy
Birthday lover" With that, her trailed his tounge over her shoulder and arm.
"I love you, and I always have. Please be mine?" Her heart flustered, her
breathe rushed, she leaned up and kissed her brave, strong protector. She
rubbed his chest and his shoulders. His toned muscles flexed under her
touch, and she looked into his eyes. He was so handsome, inside and out. A
man of valor and strength and gentlemanly flare. She replied "Yes, I love
you." As mysterious as he was, Romeo had demonstrated more than enough on
all too many occasions that he was to be trusted.

She laid back, closed her eyes and thought about everything that happened
that day.

RRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!!!! "huh? wha... what?? hu??
DAMN!!!!!" she cried as she sleepily threw the alarm clock to the floor.
"DAMN DAMN DAMN!!! It was nothing but a stupid DREAM!!!" She didn't mean to,
but she sat on the bed and cried. And there, on the opposite end of the bed,
was a bright red rose and a note. She wept as rain started to pour outside.
Not seeing the flower and message from her mysterious lover, her head met
her pillow and she cried more. And the rose and the note lay rested on the
other end of her bed.

The rain ran down the window, slowly but relentlessly as did her tears
against the soft cheeks. And the rose sat quietly.