3 comments/ 12949 views/ 4 favorites Romance Inc. By: Bakeboss Ladies are you in a relationship just for the company? Are you putting up with a Neanderthal only because you don't want to be alone? We at Romance Inc. feel that you are too good to settle for some guy who is not worth your time. It is up to you just ask yourself what are you looking for, is it a relationship, or is it really just romance you're seeking. Forget dating sites, you know everything the applicants say is a lie, what you need is Romance Inc. to solve your dating problems. It's so easy all you do is fill out our questionnaire on what you desire in a man and we send you a man to fulfill your dreams. Yes we are an escort service but with a different goal. We want to make every date you set up with us your dream date. If you have set parameters on what you would like on that perfect date that's fine with us and we can arrange almost any scenario you wish. We also have the surprise package, our specialty, where the only thing we tell you is how to dress for the occasion and then we do the rest. What about sex you ask, we are not a sex for sale service and yet it is available if it is something you desire. As with all dates, the decision of sex is left to the lady. The big difference between our dates and the men you've been dating is that our dates are all trained in ways to please a woman. You may not realize how much more enjoyable it is to be with a man who is not concerned about is own base pleasures and is with you solely for your enjoyment. Although all our escorts are screened and certified safe and clean we still insist in only safe sex practices. The following is an unsolicited letter from a satisfied customer. To my friends at Romance Inc. from a happy client, I would not consider myself a normal candidate for an escort service as I've always thought of them only for losers. I have never had problems in getting dates and yet more often than not ended an evening feeling unfulfilled. I am not talking about sex although even that was usually more unrewarding than what I desire, I am talking about not receiving the companionship I need. I heard about your site in a chat room I belong to and on a lark pulled up your page. It was as if your ad was talking directly to me and although I was sure, I would be sorry I clicked on the questionnaire just to see what it was like. The quarries reminded me of what I ask when interviewing a prospective employee, not in the content but in the way they brought out what I was looking for in a relaxed way. In a rash decision, I filled the form and arranged a date. I felt in order to experience the abilities of the company that I would order the surprise package and just put myself in your hands. I was instructed to dress fancy and as I sat waiting for my date, I felt like a schoolgirl going on a prom date. My escort, James arrived on time and looked quite handsome dressed in a suit and tie. I was nervous but James put me at ease right away, as he was relaxed and treated me as a long known friend. We dined at La Frit, a place I had longed to go to but never had the opportunity. My date asked me if he could order for me and I acquiesced with pleasure. He spoke perfect French and turned out to be an expert on wine as well. His selection was as fine as any I'd ever sampled and our dinner, a seven-course feast, was superb. James managed to keep most of the conversation on me but was not in the least hesitant of answering any questions I had about him. We shared an after dinner sorbet with a thick rich coffee and it was very romantic as he fed me spoonfuls of the decadent desert. As we left the restaurant, I was shocked to see we had just enjoyed a three-hour meal. Our next stop was a little piano bar, I had never heard of. Tucked in the corner of one of the big hotels downtown, it was quaint and uncrowded. We sipped martinis as the piano man played only songs that I loved. James asked me to dance on the small floor and he held me close as we twirled. Up against him, I could detect just the faintest whiff of his aftershave and it felt good to be held by such a strong man. Later we went to the roof where he held my hand as we watched the lights of the city and when I got cold, he put his jacket around me. I looked up into his dark eyes and he leaned down and kissed me. It was a perfect first kiss not intrusive but tender and inviting as I kissed back. He held me close and I put my head on his chest. We stood there just holding each other for a long time and I felt like a fairy princess. By the time, we arrived back at my place it was after midnight. I invited him up for coffee but only as a further test for there is no way I would sleep with a man on the first date. Always the perfect gentleman we held each other close and made out like teenagers on my couch yet James would go no farther than I wanted him to. As another test I actually invited him to spent the night but with a stipulation of no sex. We spent the night spooning with his arms wrapped around me and even though I could feel his erection through his shorts pressed up against me, he never attempted anything. In conclusion, please count me as another satisfied customer and I can't wait for my next date and this time I am going to make the plans for our evening. As you can see this young lady found just what she was looking for with our service and we are sure we can do the same for you. Romance is Dead She grabs my neck tie and pulls me toward her face. Leaning forward, pushing her back onto the desk, I'm hiking up her skirt. Feel the rough, cool nylon against my hands. This woman is unbelievable! She's just what I've always fucking wanted: a twig who can take it. My hands slide her panties over her nylon stockings and I can smell her pussy. Every day it's been like this. The woman's wild, and oversexed. My office, her office, the men's bathroom after work. My face is still sore from yesterday when I was working her cunt with my tongue underneath her desk. (It's an interesting experience. I've had the reverse -- chick beneath my desk sucking my cock on a conference call. But she was meeting with clients!) Right now, in the late-day darkness, with only the lamp on, I can feel the way her pussy opens. Our lips locked in lust, I take her around the tiny waist and pull her toward me. Her panties slide back up her thighs and I pull away, panties in hand. I rip them over her heels and hold them to my face. Inhale deeply. Her ass has been in these flimsy things all day. Touching it, rubbing against it. Like my hard cock is about to. While I'm taking a deep breath of her panties, she unfastens my belt and pulls it out of the loop. Her hand, less searching for my zipper, more interested in my cock. Seems that's all she's interested in. No skin off my ass. The zipper comes down, her hand goes in. I toss the thin fabric that loves her pussy and ass almost as much as I do over my shoulder and rip her blouse open. Buttons fly everywhere. "You asshole!" "You're a woman. You can fix it." She smacks me on the chest with the full force of her palm. "Fuck you!" "That's the idea." She only wears front-clasping bras. She's fucking amazing. And now her tiny titties are right under my hands and I can feel her hard, perky nipples in my palms. I mash the fuck out of those suckers, grabbing as much flesh as I can, pinching the nipples and twisting. "Jackass! Watch it!" She acts hurt, but I can see the fucking lust in her eyes. We glare at each other, breathing hard. She smiles. "Choke me." I wrap my hand around her throat and push her down on the desk. She makes those cute gargling noises I love, and she's moving her hand over her pussy mound. I want in there so bad, but I've got a problem with the ol' boxers. Namely -- they're there. With one hand, I unbutton and shove my pants down around my ankles. Distracted by this action, I loosen my grip on her throat. She groans and grabs my wrist. I squeeze with my hand as my pants and boxers drop around my knees. "I am gonna fuck the shit out of you, you wet little whore!" "You wish, pencil dick," she rasps. I slide my cock between her pussy lips, nudging the tip of my dick against the tip of her clit. (The bitch has an amazing clit: huge and sensitive. It's almost as big as her nipples!) I ride the underside of my dick over the slut's whorish clitty. Squeeze tighter with my hand around her throat. "You fuckin' whore! I'm gonna rape you, and then I'm gonna kill you!" I point my dick at her dripping hole. (I can see the juice slide between the crack of her tiny ass. Fuck! I love this chick.) Then I ram it home. She opens her eyes wide. She'd probably scream if she could. Instead, she rasps, out of breath and a little desperate. I let up -- I don't really want to kill her. Maybe. Instead I grab on to her insignificant hips and pound my cock into her cunt -- the only thing that's worthwhile about her. "Ah, fuck you stupid whore." "Fuck you! I'm smarter than you'll ever be." "Open your worthless whore legs." I grab her ankles and yank them apart. Use them as leverage on her split slit. She screams for real this time. I let go of an ankle and smack her across the face. "Keep it down, you little whore." She breathes a forceful sigh, and starts frigging that frigging giant clit of hers. I call her a worthless cunt some more, because she likes it. And then I remind her she likes it because she's such a fucking worthless cunt. It's a whole vicious cycle for her, and it's fucking amazing for me. Before I know it, her cunt's squeezing my cock the way my hand was squeezing her throat moments ago. She's coming all over my cock, just dripping down the side of the desk. That fuckin' bitch can't keep her juices to herself. Slut. Ah, fuck! And now the whore's flexing against my nob like it's chewing gum. She's gonna make me blow, but I'm not done yet, so I smack her again and pull out. It's murder! That tight little twat is so fucking good—wet and whorish and eager. I want to fuck her every minute of every day for the rest of my goddamn life, but I can't -- obviously. She laughs, splayed back on the desk, and pants. "What's the matter, boy? Too much for you?" "I'm gonna fuck your ass." "If you call that fucking." "You twisted skank!" I smack her pussy. "Wouldn't you much rather make my eyeliner run?" She slides of the desk. "I wanna taste my pussy cum on your womanising cock!" She opens her mouth, tongue out, and I just can't help grabbing her head and shoving my dong into the back of her mouth. She starts a little slow, so I push her, but soon enough I can't move my arms fast enough. She's gagging on it and choking and there's sticky, messy drool hanging off her chin. She looks up at me, spacey and horny. She's rubbing her clit again. I wanna attach a camera to her skirt to see how many times a day she lifts it to masturbate, but I'd never tell her that. It'd skew the results. "Get back up on that fuckin' desk. I'm gonna fuck your cunt until come spills out your mouth." She stands and bends over the desk, her bony ass spread too. I could so easily slam it home in her anus -- just to teach the bitch a lesson. I mean, it's wet enough, with all that cream that's been dripping down her ass crack. But I don't wanna get in trouble, sadistic as it may seem. "Someday you're gonna let me fuck your asshole, bitch." "I thought you were gonna fuck me, not talk to me." I smack the slut's ass and level my prick again at her whore hole. "Fuckin' mouthy slut." I grab onto her mouth and cover it, then ram home and punish fuck her as hard as I can. She's screaming into my hand. I don't know if it's good for her or bad, but I don't fucking care. She'll like it either way, I feel certain. "Ah fuck! You little cunt! You little bitch! You worthless cock-loving whore. Ah, Jesus! Fuck!" The fireworks go off in my head, and I rape that bitch into the ground. I'm coming so hard my head feels like it's about to fly off my shoulders. My groin's sore from her ass, but I don't give a fuck, ramming it home again and again, balls deep in her. Her noises are strangled and muffled and I hope I'm not about to kill her, but I'm too far gone to really care. Finally, it's over. We're half-naked, fully spent. Panting. I pull out. She slides to her knees beside the desk, still panting. I stand beside her and stroke her hair. "Holy fuck, you're an awesome slut." "Yeah. I've cultivated that." "Jesus! Have you done porn before?" She shakes her head. "You don't have to do porn to rock in bed." "Or out of bed." "I just like to fuck." "Same time next week?" "Unless we get horny beforehand. Now, let's get out of this office, whoever it belongs to." "Roger that." We are gone. Romance Is for Suckers 'Romance is for suckers,' that's what I've always said. I've always enjoyed women but just for sex and I've been lucky enough not to need to enter into a relationship to get all the sex I've wanted. I'd pick up a girl somewhere, like a bar or a grocery store and sometimes-even bookstores. We'd have sex a few times and then I'd stop seeing her. When you operate that way, you avoid all the entanglements and it keeps you free. Then I met Lonnie and my whole life changed. I don't know what it was about her but she had me from the first time I talked to her. She is pretty but there's no way you could call her beautiful. It's the same with her figure, which is more toward slim and athletic than voluptuous. It must have something to do with her smile because I think I would do anything just to see her smile at me. There's a sweetness and honesty in her face that creates a desire in me to make her happy. Her humor shows in her pale blue eyes that I believe my art teacher would have called cerulean. Her blond hair turns to gold as the sun shines on it. I met her when she volunteered to help with a blood drive at my work. I felt like I was doing a good deed as I donated blood for a fellow employee who was having major surgery and here she was giving of her time to help someone she didn't know. When I asked her how she got stuck doing this all day the smile she gave me melted my heart. She told me it made her feel good inside to help people and that I should try it. I stammered some lame line like; I'd try anything if I could do it with her. She said something about the next Sunday, I said OK, and then she said it's a date then. This was how I ended up at a homeless shelter giving out soup when I could have been home watching football. What can I say, I loved it, she was so much fun to be with, and every time I saw that smile as she gave some bum some soup I swear it fed my soul more than she fed the bums. Because I had been such a good sport at the soup kitchen, she agreed to let me take her to an early dinner. I went home jubilated and the first thing I did was make reservations at a new French restaurant located in a loft downtown. I knew it was going to cost me a bundle but it was worth it and I wanted to impress her. Dressed in a suit and tie along with a dozen roses I arrived, right on time. Lonnie said she loved the flowers and invited me into her kitchen as she put them in water. I guess I never noticed what girls did with flowers but I watched Lonnie as she looked for the right vase and then as she arraigned them just right. I swear she was humming as she worked. She told me I looked handsome and I told her she looked beautiful. I meant it she did look beautiful, she had on, what the girls call, a simple black dress. I noticed a touch of red on her cheeks and red lips that looked so kissable. Then with the dark blue eye makeup to go with her pale blue eyes, she looked perfect. My plan for the perfect date was ruined as soon as we walked into the restaurant. Somehow, they couldn't find my name on the reservation list and when that was finally solved, they stuck us in the corner where the only view was of a downtown street corner. It just got worse, you could tell the waitperson was looking down his nose at us and could care not a fig about our dining experience. Cocktails took forever to arrive and were wrong when they got there. I sat there looking out the window feeling nervous because I didn't want to say anything stupid. Lonnie broke the silence first, "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" I asked her what might that be, and she replied, "I was just thinking we could've gone to that 'In and Out' down there on the corner and got hamburgers that we'd both enjoy and we'd be eating already." "That's the best idea of the evening, come on lets go," and with that, we got up and left. We drove through In and Out and we both ordered double doubles. Next, I stopped at a liquor store and bought a bottle of wine, a corkscrew, and some glasses. I drove to a park nearby, got a blanket out of my trunk and we had a moonlight picnic. As the night turned chilly, I gave her my coat and after our picnic, I leaned against an oak tree. I held her in my arms as we finished our wine I delighted in the smell of her shampoo. I nuzzled my nose behind her ear and then I began to kiss her the nape of her neck. She began to breathe heavier and then she turned to meet my lips with hers. We kissed hungrily and right then I knew I never wanted to stop kissing her. However, it was she, who broke our kiss; she put her hand on my chest, "Charlie, this has been wonderful but I have to tell you, I will not sleep with you tonight. I just don't do things like that on a first date." I understood what she was saying but even more than having sex, I just didn't want my evening with Lonnie to end. "I completely understand what you're saying but can't we just be together, I don't need sex I just want to hold you." "Can I trust you Charlie?" I stood up, turned around and then I got down on one knee in front of her. "Lonnie, I know you don't know me very well but here is my solemn promise, that I will never hurt you. I really want to make love to you right now but more than that I want your trust and respect." I kissed her again and when we broke our kiss, she had tears in her eyes. We went to my house and slept together with my erection pressing into her back all night long. I awoke in the morning to her holding my cock, "Charlie I don't want to wait any longer, please take me now." I wish I could say we made slow passionate love but I was too excited and came almost as soon as I was inside her. We got up had shower together, then I made breakfast and we ate in the nude. After we ate, I took her back to my bed and we made love again with all my attention directed toward her pleasure. We were married within the year and have been together ever since. When my daughters get older and ask for advice about boys I'll tell them, if you want to melt the hardness in a boy's heart, all it takes is kindness in yours.