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"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.
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