But not here, not tonight. He looks at me inthe soft flicker of passing streetlamps. "Your rules." "Okay.'Paris' means stop. Immediately" "Paris."He a...grees. "No gags?" "Nottonight," I'm pleased he said that, very pleased and it shows in my voice.I looked at him, but he doesn't reply. "I stay awake at all times, noelectricity, nobody else gets to play...Just us." "Of course,we'll be alone. I promise." He smiles a little, maybe thinking how absurdit sounds suggesting that someone else might be. . but I wanted to write something for those of you asking for a more romantic type style… Anyway, if you are looking for more hard core stuff check out my other 2 stories ;) plenty of lube and anal in thoseFirst stab at a romance:She looked up into his brown eyes - it wasn’t hard to do as he stood nearly a foot taller than her. She could have been content for hours just standing there, smiling up at him not even knowing what to say. They may have been in public but she felt like it was just the. ’ ‘That’s all well and good but does he read the Bible?’ my Dad asked, ‘Is Mr. Marion a religious man?’ ‘He can give you a run for your money there, Pops, Chapter and Verse. Let me put things in perspective. Duke was born in Oklahoma. His father, deceased, was a Baptist Minister of the fire and brimstone persuasion and they didn’t get along well, although they did make their peace in the end. He now attends a Methodist church with Sarah.’ ‘I’d like to meet both of them someday. Invite them to. Seeking the tiny buds of his nipples now, one at a time.Slippery and elusive in the slipstream. Nothing morethan cold nubs, stretched and taut in the leather skinover his pects. Fingers strumming them, hard nubs justbegging for her palms, warming and soft. For a secondher palm in her own mouth, wet with warm spittle. Backto the apple-pit of his nipple, wet for less than asecond until the cold breeze of their passage dried onhis skin, leaving her hands chill against the moltenheat of his.