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1. Marcus and the Birthday

”Who is it?” Roz called through her thick front door.
     “It’s Marcus, with your birthday present.”
     “I can’t see nothing in your hands.” Roz replied, spying on him through her diamond-shaped peephole.
     “Are you gonna leave me standing out in the middle of Stratford or are you gonna let me in? I saw some youts and they look ready to jack someone.”
     Naked as the day she was born, Roz opened the door, ignoring the passing 25 bus, and ran into Marcus’s open arms, their lips meeting instantly. They kissed like it was the first time; cautious, wondering and with a hint of nerves. Slowly, they backed into the comfort of Roz’s living room as Marcus slammed the door with his foot, running his hands up and down her back. Their embrace grew from soft and nervous to so much passion that Roz wanted her present now, whatever it was, so that she could freak him.
     Over the last few months of their relationship, Marcus made Roz wait for sex until her birthday. He said that it would ‘make her present more interesting’, though that didn’t stop them talking about their fantasies, likes and dislikes, pet peeves and favourite positions. But as soon as he reached the door, Roz wanted to jump him, hold him down and lick him from head to toe.
     “So where is it then? My present, where is it?” Roz enquired, jumping up and down.
     “You have to wait for a bit!”
     “Wait? Wait? That’s all I’ve been doing. What am I waiting for? You think it’s cool to just take sex away? You must be taking my libido for a joke.” Roz hollered.
     “Just cool,” Marcus answered calmly. “It’s close, just wait.”
     Roz dropped her face to the ground, totally sucked in by his calm, quiet voice. If she could wait a few months, she could wait a little bit more.
     Marcus handed her a birthday card, which she noticed was a little thick to be just a card but she opened it nonetheless. Her excitement showed on her face as she ripped at the envelope and discarded it at his feet.
     The card had a picture of a brown puppy with a little black girl in front of it. The girl was holding a basket of roses with heart shaped flowers on the end and the message on the front said, ‘For the One I Love’.
     Roz looked up at Marcus who had remembered how much she loved puppies. She had one as a child but the Staffordshire Terrier was run over by a car as she played in her front garden.
     She never really got over the trauma of little Stinky but she still loved puppies with their little tails, cute faces and hug-me pouts.
     As she opened the card, something fell to the floor. Roz’s attention jumped to the floor and saw an eye mask with two eyes drawn on the front. By the time she picked it up and looked at Marcus, he was smiling like a Cheshire cat.
     “Wh…?”
     “Just read the card!” he said.
     Roz held tight to the mask as she looked down at the card and read aloud.
     “Dear Roz, I love you more than this pen can ever show. There isn’t enough space in this card for me to write all the things I feel about you. If I could put it down to four words, I would just say, ‘You own my heart’. PS the mask is for you to put on right now. RIGHT NOW! Love Marcus.”
     Roz smiled as the words touched her heart. She looked up at Marcus and moved to hug him. He stepped back and raised his hand to her breast. Flicking her nipple, which was standing tall, he pointed at the words in the card.
     ‘RIGHT NOW’.
     She smiled and shrugged her shoulders as she realised that she had to do what the card said. The straps moved around her head and the mask fit snugly over her eyes. Making sure that she could see nothing, Marcus waved his middle finger in front of her.
     “Ready for your present now?” he asked.
     Roz folded her arms, “I think so… Marcus, I’m feeling horny as hell after these last few months, I’ve broken three vibrators waiting for tonight so if you’re about to surprise me with a party then tell them to go home till I’ve fucked your brains out.”
     “Oh, your gonna get yours all right, trust me!”
     Marcus took her hand and stroked it before kissing it softly, leading her towards her bedroom. He made sure he didn’t knock into anything by walking backwards. This gave him time to look at her up and down without her feeling insecure at what he was looking at. 
     Rich chocolate by definition, Roz was a firm black woman with perfectly sculptured breasts that melted into dark areola at the peak. Thick around the hips and thighs, trimmed calves surrounded by the straps of her high heels made Roz a goddess.
     By the time they made it to the bedroom, Roz was asking ten thousand questions but Marcus just answered with a middle-ground grunt.
     Her bedroom was lit softly by spotlights on the floor and ceiling. A double bed, which was decorated with teddy bears and other animals, took up most of the room but it was beautiful enough that it wasn’t an eyesore.
     Marcus turned her around so she had her back to the bed. He then left her standing there as he stood back and took her all in; soft, chocolate, beautiful especially when she was innocent.
     Roz didn’t know what the hell Marcus was planning but it was turning her on. The mystery, the wonder, the not knowing, all these factors made Roz’s nipples turn upwards towards the heavens.
     The summer heat crept through an open window on a warm breeze.
     “Okay, Roz, I’m gonna…”
     Roz snapped back impatiently, “No, your not gonna do anything until you tell me…”
     “Shh…”
     Marcus pinned his fingers over her lips.
     Enjoy the unknown, he thought.
     Marcus dipped and stared face-to-smile with her pubic hair that was shaved into the shape of a heart.
     Nicely done, Marcus thought.
     “It wasn’t easy,” Roz answered telepathically.
     “Why am I standing naked in my own house, blindfolded and horny?” Roz asked conscious of her own nakedness.
     “’Cuz you’re letting me surprise you and you know what’s gonna happen so you’re just letting it happen.”
     “Yeah… well, just hurry it up!”
     “And they say sensuality is dead!”
     Marcus could see that Roz was getting impatient so he hurried up as he went through the motions of his surprise. He laid her down on her bed slowly and moved her arms to the posts and began to tie them up.
     “A wha’ di…”
     “Shh…”
     By the time he finished, Roz was bound to the bed except for her feet, which were allowed to run free around the bed, though she played cool for now.
      “Now what? Come on Marcus.”
     “Patience girl. Give me a second, I’ll be back.”
     “Where you going? Don’t leave me here!” she pleaded.
     “Shh…”
     Roz tried to squirm out of Marcus’s makeshift handcuffs, finding no space for manoeuvre. Feeling exposed to his will, she attempted to untie the knots at her wrists but Marcus made sure one hand could not reach the other. 
     “He’s been practising.” Roz muttered. “MARCUS!?”
     Just as she screamed, she felt his presence enter the room again. But as words formed in her brain, he raised his fingers to silence again. He clambered onto the bed and on top of her naked body, his own heat mixing with hers. His naked body pressed against hers and his high standing erection pressed against her stomach. He came pre-wrapped and was ready to say happy birthday, the way she wanted.
     After he had stroked her body from top to bottom with his tongue, he spread her legs free and softly rubbed his dick up and down her slick lips. She writhed with pleasure as he placed himself against her opening, using his head to stimulate her clitoris.
     “Now is not the time to be teasing me Mr Marcus!”
     He saw she was trying to release her hands and probably force him inside but he wanted to keep it going for as long as possible. The problem with that was he was as horny as she was and he wanted to feel her all around him.
     The door to her love slid open as he squeezed himself in and slowly pushed deep. Her body wanted him, needed him, begged for him and as he continued to flow in her raging river, Roz realised that he was the perfect fit.
     Roz was the type of woman who always got hers and if the man was crap in bed, then she would school him to a basic standard. But she learned that as soon as she schooled them, they decided that they wanted to take her teachings out into the world. But Marcus didn’t need schooling, she thought, he already knew what he was doing; he touched her in the right way, rubbed her softly, massaged her perfectly and he brushed passed her G-Spot. 

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