As she carefully cut into the crotch of my white tights and then pulled my hardening cock through the hole, I wondered why I had agreed to this. Then, as she stood up and did a one-and-a-half-turn pirouette followed by a bend to touch her toes, I remembered. The back of her tutu was sticking up, and the hole in her gusset framed her glistening pussy. "I'm ready for you, Mr Valentino," she said. "I thought it was Valentine...

In the realm of passion, where desires burn, A tapestry of love begins to emerge, Where souls entwine, yearning for their turn, To indulge in the flames that make them surge. Valentine, the day of heartfelt affection, When thoughts of love dance in the air, But deeper still lies a darker obsession, Where intrepid spirits venture, love to dare. For some, a touch, a whisper, will suffice, To set their senses aflame, gently...

Gripping her calves, he lifts her legs over her head, resting her toes on the headboard. This erotic move opens her up and presents a succulent meal for him to feast upon. The first taste of her nectar whets his palate, enticing him to lap more fervently at her sweet, delectable cream. When exploring her with his tongue causes her body to quiver, he indulges his hunger and devours this sumptuous meal. Her cries of passion...

I can still feel the taste of your lips, the sweet memory of the last lingering kiss before I regretfully left the warm embrace of your arms. Visions of you lying naked on the rumpled bedsheets have haunted me all day, causing butterflies to flutter within me. Flushes of colour taint my cheeks as I remember our passionate tryst. Your breath caressing my neck, your hands tantalising my breasts, and your lips leaving trails...

Feeling guilty about missing Valentine’s Day, again, he rushed home from the airport, wondering how best to make it up to her. Flowers? Chocolates? No, he had something much better in mind. Stopping by the adult toy store, he purchased some red rope to bind her and a red silk blindfold to match. Arriving home, he followed a trail of crimson petals to the bedroom, where he found her splayed before him on the bed, wearing n...

“Good morning, and happy Saint Valentine’s Day, girls!” Reverend James began his sermon with particular emphasis, making his way up the aisle of the school chapel to the pulpit. “Can anyone here tell me what this day is all about?” It was my last semester at True Light School for Girls, and Valentine’s Day had happened to fall on a Sunday this year. I was sure that what I knew of this notoriously lascivious day was not th...

"Valentine's Day will be special this year," Alicia's voice was a whisper, silk over steel, as she whispered in Brian’s ear, entering the hotel lobby on the evening of the 14th of February. "I think it's time we tried something... different." Alicia's words floated through Brian's head as they walked in, opulent chandeliers casting prismatic dances on the polished floors. He had anticipated a night for just the two of the...

I loved Valentine’s Day. A day for lovers and sweets. For gifts and surprises. Anticipation clung to my wet ivory skin as I stepped out of the hot shower. I hummed to myself as I shut off the water, grabbing a plush white towel. My excitement bubbled over as I dried my firm body and long, black hair. Besides it being Valentine’s Day, it was also the third anniversary of the day I met Trey, the love of my life. I didn’t ca...

“I just wish for once Bruce would just come over and fuck me. Desperate, horny, sweaty sex. Is that too much to ask?” Mandy complained to her twin sister, Linda. “Careful what you wish for, Sis,” Linda replied. “That’s all it ever is with Matt. No dates, no dinners. Sometimes the odd drink after work but then straight home and straight into it.” “You said he was good in bed, though.” “A-Mazing!” Linda told her, “I have ne...

Kimmy did not believe in true love. She did not buy into lovey-dovey expressions of eternal affection, symbols of long-term, heartfelt commitment, or soulmates. Most of all, Kimmy did not believe in a cherubic, half-dressed baby with angel wings, who struck people with magical arrows filled with sunshine, candy, and feelings of happiness. Kimmy did not believe in these things because Kimmy was eighteen years old, and thos...

Blood red blooms plucked from yonder rose, In their petals, my love reposed ❤️ Ephemeral beauty, their scent decays, Just a memory of a single day ❤️ No floral gifts, Valentine's cards, or tokens Can compete with your words unspoken ❤️ The visions from that day may not persist, But take this with you, a special kiss ❤️ So before your journey take some time to ponder, Our time apart - our love grows stronger ❤️ Take care,...

Here's my answer Ready tonight Cum with you I just might. My place or yours Anywhere will do No need for sweets Can do just you. Should you insist Bring ice cream Choose vanilla Or choco dream. I'll be waiting No need to knock Wave in the cam Your big hard cock. The door will open You just enter Can hardly wait The pleasure center. Yeah, I'm rambling Whatever I'm saying One thing's for sure We shall be fucking!

It had been a week—a week of reliving their last encounter and anticipating this one. Lately, while her live-together boyfriend Art played poker with the boys, Gwyn had been skipping chick flicks with the girls to meet Lance. She lost a button as his urgent thick fingers opened her blouse, then gasped when they reached under her skirt to push aside her damp panties. Distracting him with a tongue-filled kiss allowed her to...