valentine’s day

The young very attractive barmaid was walking toward where the woman was setting at the far end of the very crowded bar. The girl set a second glass of white wine next to the one she had ordered earlier; one still more than half full. “I didn’t order another drink.” The dark haired beauty said.



The server, a beauty in her own right, was quite tall and slim with a dark tan and short dirty blonde hair. “No.” She said. “You didn’t.”



“So?” The customer said.



The barmaid leaned over the bar placing her elbow either side to the woman’s drinks as if it was necessary in order to be heard over the loud drone of the crowded bar. She hooked a finger beckoning the woman closer. The woman leaned forward. “See the guy in the gray Armani suit with wire glasses and a smile that must have cost twenty grand, far end of the bar?” she asked.



“The wall-street success story?” she said.



“Exactly.” The barmaid replied. “I was trying to put a label on him and that’s it. Very good.” The girl said. “He said to bring you a drink and to tell you ‘happy Valentines Day’.”



“Well?” The woman said.



“Well what? The girl replied.



“So tell me.” The woman answered.



“Huh?” The girl looked at the woman then she laughed. “Oh, yea sure, Happy Valentines Day.”



The barmaid turned and as she walked back down the bar the woman watched a truly magnificent ass sway in a pair to very tight jeans.



It was fifteen minutes later when the woman felt a tap on her shoulder. When she turned her head, the wire-rimed glasses and expensive smile greeted her. Happy hour was over and the bar was thinning. The stool to either side of her was vacant. The smile slid onto one of them. “You didn’t respond to my sending a drink your way.” He said.



The woman looked back up the bar and watched as the barmaid untied her apron strings, slip it over her head and tossed it in a basket under the bar at the far end. She whispered something to another girl coming on duty and left through a door marked ‘private’ on the opposite side of the room. “Thanks.” The woman said.



‘That’s it?” He asked.



The woman signaled the new girl and pointed to the man’s drink glass and twirled her finger in the air to signal another. The new girl nodded. Within less than a minute the new girl was headed that way with a Manhattan for Mr. Wall Street.



“Anything else for you Hun?” The girl asked as she set the drink in front of the man.



The woman looked at the new girl who was shorter, about five-six and just as pretty with shoulder length brunette hair and very pronounced dimples when she smiled. She was smiling at her now.



“That’s it?” The man asked again.



She looked at him. “Happy Valentines Day.” She said.



“That’s it?” He asked.



She looked back to the man again. “You want to get out of here?”



“Great idea.” He replied.



“You bet it is.” She said. “I have a room at the hotel next door. Number 1446. I’ll leave first. You follow in say ten minutes.” She tossed back her wine swallowing the last of it and stood. She was wearing a form fitting black dress that struck her five inches above the knee. She had dark hose and the hint of a black lace bra peaked from the dresses low neckline. She draped the long strap of a six inch square black leather purse over her shoulder and leaned in, letting her lips brush the man’s ear. “Don’t be late.”



When he stepped out of the hotel elevator on the fourteenth floor the cold steel of a Berretta 38 pressed against the bone behind his left ear. “Keep quiet and move.” The woman said and pressed the gun forward as to indicate he was to walk forward. He did.



When they reached room 1446 the woman slid her card into the slot and the door lock clicked and she pushed to door open.



“What the hell is going on?” HE said.



“I told you to shut up.” She replied.



“Fuck you.” He said.



“Isn’t that what you had in mind?” She asked. “Well get you clothes off.”



“I think I’ll just be going.” He offered.



“I think I’ll just shoot you.” She answered and pressed the barrel to the back of his head. “Now do what you’re told.”



The man slid his suit coat off and the woman took it and tossed it on the floor against the wall. The Man started to object but she pushed the gun harder. A few minutes later the man stood completely nude. “Hands behind you.” She said.



He held his hands back toward her and he heard her fumbling in her purse then the sound of metal and then he felt the cold steel of handcuffs being closed around his wrists. She waved the gun in the direction of a tall backed desk chair and pointed. “Over there.”



When she pulled the chair out and turned it toward the center of the room she said set and he did. She knelt behind him and unlocked one side of the handcuffs, quickly laced it between the metal rails of the chair back and relocked them. He was now secured to the chair. She knelt down beside him and reached between his legs and lifted his flaccid cock. “You were not going to do much with this.” She said. She dumped her purse onto the floor and two more pairs of handcuffs spilled out. Before he could object she had secured both ankles to opposite chair legs. He was now completely captive.



She stood in front of the man and smiled at him as he only watched. She reached over her head and pulled the top of her dress up so she could reach the zipper. She lowered it. When she dropped her arms the dress slipped over her shoulders and she stepped out of it. She folded it neatly and laid it over the back of a corner chair. Standing with her back to him she slipped off a short half-slip and then unhooked her bra and let it slide off.



When she walked back to in front of him she was wearing only lacy black panties and thigh-high hose. She was gorgeous and even in his trapped position the man was becoming aroused. He started to hope this was some sort of sex game she was playing.



There was a knock at the door. The woman smiled at him and said. “Excuse me.”



She went over and opened the door and he could hear whispered voices, then the woman returned and set down on the end of the bed. He sensed movement and turned his head. It was the young girl from the bar. Now she was wearing a hoody and a pair of light blue terry cloth shorts with tennis shoes over thigh high cotton white socks.



The barmaid walked over and stood in front of the man. After a few seconds she shook her head and smiled. She reached her hand back behind her toward the woman and the woman took her hand and pulled her back until the young girl settled next to her on the bed. The woman cupped the girls face in her hands and pulled her to her and their lips touched. They kissed each other softly for some time. No sound, no real movement, just lips gently touching lips. When they parted the young girl unzipped her hoody and pealed it off tossing it into a corner. She turner to the man and he could see she was wearing a black cropped tee. Her breasts were small but the tee was stretched across them. There was printing on her tee shirt. It read, ‘Pussy, It’s not just for breakfast anymore’.



A few seconds later her tee was off, she was not wearing a bra and she was moving toward him. She held it out and pulled it over the top of his head. She turned it and folded it so only one word was visible, “Pussy”.



She sat back on the end of the bed and the woman knelt down in front of her and untied and removed her tennis shoes. When she stood back up she put her hands on the girls shoulders and pushed her back onto the bed. She slipped her fingers into the waistband of her shorts and slid them over her hips. The young girl raised her ass helping the maneuver. The woman sat back on the bed and looked at the man. While she did, she slowing raised one leg at a time slipping the girls shorts over her feet. When she had the shorts in her hand she folded then into a ball and tossed them at the man, hitting him in the forehead.



She looked back to the girl who was laying on the bed wearing nothing but blue cotton panties. “Take them off.” The woman said. The girl hooked her thumbs into the panties and raised her hips and pealed them down to her thighs. She then drew her knees up and slipped them off her feet. She handed them to the woman.



The woman stood and walked over to the man. She raised the panties to her nose and breathed in deeply and smiled. She picked up one of the man’s shoes and hit him on his shin. The man let out a groan. She stuffed the panties into his mouth. He shook his head but the panties were lodged to tightly. She walked over to the bed and took the girl by the hands and pulled her to her feet. Then the woman crawled up on the bed and stretched out in the center, on her back with her head to the wall and her feet facing the man. “You first baby.” She said.



The young girl quickly moved to the side of the bed and hopped up onto the edge on her knees. The woman took one more look at the man who could not break his gaze at the two women. The young girl placed one leg over the woman and slipped backwards until she was on her knees straddling the woman and facing the man. She worked backwards a bit until her pussy was over the woman’s face and as she smiled at the man she lowered herself onto the waiting tongue. She moaned as the woman slid her tongue into her sex. The woman placed her hands on the girl’s hips and pulled her down onto her mouth.



She worked her tongue rapidly onto the young girl and she could feel the girl rocking with arousal. She slid her right hand over the girls stomach and down between her legs. She found the girls clit and pressed her middle finger onto it and the girl cried out and her first orgasm hit her. The woman shoved her tongue into her and pressed her clit and the young girl rolled her ass in ecstasy crying out with pleasure. The woman ran her hands up the girl’s back and pressed between her shoulders causing the girl to lay forward. That move opened the girl’s vagina and allowed the woman to lap her in long slow strokes from her clit to her anus. The girl was vibrating in her extended orgasm.



The woman felt the girl’s hand seek out her clit and she began rubbing it. The woman reached for her hand and pulled it away. “Not now.’ She said. “You just enjoy it. You’ll get your turn soon enough.” The woman went back to letting her tongue find the girl’s clit, flick it a few times and then make that long slow stroke up the entire length of the vaginal lips and ending at her anus where she would let her tongue make circles around her tight ring. Over and over and the girl was raising and lowering her ass ever faster with each tongue pass.



The young girl was moaning again and letting her ass slid along the woman’s tongue and her breathing was becoming ragged. She started grunting every time the woman’s tongue touched her clit. On the next pass, when the woman found the protruding, blood engorged clit she took hold if it with her lips and sucked it as far into her mouth as possible. The young girl began to shudder and let out soft cries of pleasure as her juices began to flow out of her pussy and over the woman’s face. The woman sucked harder and the girl’s body froze in an amazing climax. Her ass was vibrating on the woman’s mouth and she was drenching her with her sex juice.



When the girl could cum no more they lay quietly until their breathing returned to near Normal. The woman still had the girl’s clit in her mouth and was still holding it captive. The girl was beginning to wiggle trying to pull free. The woman raised her hand and gave a sharp slap on the girl’s ass. The girl laid her head on the woman’s stomach and held still. The woman began to kiss the girl’s pussy. Kissing her swollen lips, her clit, the inside of her legs and her ass crack. The young girl just moaned and lay still.



The woman placed her hands on the backs of the girl’s legs and pushed them wide apart. “Take them.” She instructed. The girl didn’t move. “Use your hands and pull your legs up.” She said, and the girl placed her hands behind her knees and pulled. “More.” The woman ordered.



The girl groaned and tugged and it caused her back to arch and her ass to spread wide. The woman drew her hands up and patted the young girl’s ass. “Very good.” She said. Her hands took hold of both cheeks and using her thumbs, she spread the girl’s ass wide.



The woman raised her head and gathering a large amount of saliva in her mouth, placed her lips onto the girls anus and let the spit flow down her ass crack. She then used her tongue to gather it and spread it over the girl’s asshole again. She did that a number of times and when she was ready she pressed her tongue onto the girls asshole. She held it there and pushed as hard as she could and the young girl tried to pull away. The woman held her tightly in place. In a short time the girl’s asshole began to submit and her ring began to relax and the woman’s tongue began to slide into the girl. As the woman wiggled her tongue the girl would respond and her ass would soften a bit more and the woman’s tongue would invade her bowels a little farther.



The young girl was moaning again and her breathing was labored and the woman’s tongue was making long strokes into her now yielding asshole. The girl began to fuck herself onto the woman’s tongue and the woman just shoved into the girl as far as possible and let the girl bring herself to her third orgasm in less than an hour.



The young girl was humping the woman’s mouth when the woman slid her right hand across the girl’s stomach finding her clit once again and that pushed the girl over the cliff. She cried out and fucked onto the woman and her cunt yielded to the woman’s fingers and she was flowing juice like a faucet once again. Her climax lased for long minutes, it was the most intense one she had ever had and she was only slightly sorry when it finally subsided.



She wasn’t sure how long it had been but she felt a soft pat on her ass cheek. “I need to get up.” The woman said. The girl crawled to the far side of the bed and off of the woman. The woman climbed off of the bed and walked toward the bathroom. She stopped at the mad and looked down at an impressive erection. “Liked that did you?” she asked.



The man just sat there. The woman swung her right hand and slapped the man across the face snapping his head back and making a sound so loud as to cause the young girl to raise up to see what was happening. The woman took a hand full of the hands hair in her hand and said. “I asked if you liked what you saw.”



“Yes” He said.



“Did you really like it?” She said.



“Yes.” He said.



The woman looked at the girl. “I have to get cleaned up. Why don’t you come over here and give him a hand while I’m busy.” The woman walked into the bathroom, closed the door and turned on the shower. Fifteen minutes later she emerged sweet and clean and with a towel wrapped around her waist. The young girl was on her knees in front of the man and she was slowly stroking his engorged cock. The man’s head was laid back and he was breathing deeply.



“What are you doing?” The woman asked.



“You said for me to give him a hand.” The girl said.



The woman laughed. She knelt down next to the girl and kissed her deeply on the mouth. “Baby, you are truly something. I think he is about to stroke out. Have you been jacking him ever since I went in the bathroom?”



“I always stop when he’s ready to cum. When ever he calms down I do him some more.” The girl said.



She kissed the girl again. “I think it’s time to stop teasing him.” The woman stood up and took the girl’s hand pulling her to her feet. “Time to tease me a bit.” The woman led the girl to the bed. She placed herself in the middle of the bed on her back and motioned for the girl to join her. The young girl scrambled onto the bed eager to please the woman who had just given her three magnificent orgasms.



The woman raised her knees and let her legs fall wide apart. She used her fingers to open her vaginal lips. “Make me cum.” She was looking at the young girl and licking her lips.



The girl knelt between the woman’s legs and lowered her mouth to her abdomen and started kissing her all across her stomach and along her inner legs. She placed her hands under the woman’s legs and raised them into the air and placed a kiss on her clit. The woman jerked and started to roll her ass. The girl licked her slit and sucked her clit. She slipped her right hand under the woman and let her thumb find her sex. When it had she slid it into her as deep as possible and sucked her clit into her mouth. The woman’s ass was making circles on the girl’s mouth and hand and she was grunting with every thrust of her thumb. The girl let her tongue join forces with her thumb and the two together drove the woman to new heights. She gasped and clinched her knees around the girl’s head and started humping her mouth.



The girl felt the first flow of her fluids seep from her cunt and into her waiting mouth. She began to lap the love syrup and the woman screamed on her way over the edge. The woman’s legs locked onto the girl’s head and she humped in rapid strokes all the while moaning and cuming on the girl’s tongue. She held her head captive for nearly five minutes rolling her ass and feeling the last of her juices be lapped up by the girl.



When her vaginal muscles finally stopped contracting on the girl’s mouth she relaxed her legs and the freed head dropped to the bed exhausted. The woman wasted little time and, up on her knees, she rolled the limp girl onto her back causing her legs to fall over the end of the bed. The woman inched her way forward positioning her pussy over the girl’s face. “Push out your tongue.” She instructed and the young girl responded. “Farther.” She said and the girl rolled her lips back and exposed as much tongue as possible. The woman scooted forward and reached her hands behind her spreading her ass cheeks.



She smiled at the man as she lowered her asshole onto the girl’s tongue. It retracted immediately upon tasting the woman’s pungent rear. The woman rose up and placed the fingers of her right hand on the girl’s face and patted her cheek. “You will do this for me baby. Let’s see all of that beautiful tongue now” The young girl pushed out her tongue once again and she lowered herself back down on the girl and this time her tongue remained extended.



The woman began you slide her ass back and forth on the girl’s mouth. “Push out that tongue baby. That’s my girl now fuck me with it. Oh, yes, baby shove it in me, taste me sweetie, taste me.” The woman was working her hips on the girl’s mouth and her hand had found the young girl’s mound and three fingers were working the girl’s cunt with vengeance.



When she came this time she let all of her weight settle onto the girl’s head nearly smothering her. She was sliding back and forth on her mouth and her cunt juice was bathing the girl’s face. Her cunt lips were contracting and her ass ring gripped the girl’s tongue as the girl wiggled it inside her bowels reaching for new depths.



Eventually the woman rose off of the girl and slid backwards so her face was even with her lover’s. She used the corner of the sheet to wipe the girl’s face and then lowered her mouth and kissed her and pushed her tongue into her mouth and they made love with their lips.



The woman looked up at the man and he was in serious pain. His erection was swollen to extreme size and he was sweating. His dick was throbbing from arousal. The woman got off of the bed and as she walked past the end she took the girl’s hand and pulled her up to her feet. They walked over to the man and as she stood behind the girl, she placed her hands on her shoulders and pushed her onto her knees. She knelt beside the girl and reached for the man’s cock. She stroked it slowly and with her right hand on the back of the young girl’s head, she lowered her to the man’s cock. She was smiling at him as the girl’s mouth found his cock and it slipped between her lips.

It was Monday, February 14, 2011, Valentine’s Day! I was fast asleep when I heard the doorbell. It was eight in the morning, and I was not expecting any company this early at my house in Alpine, New Jersey. I was still naked when I answered the door. To my surprise, it was Ashley, smiling and holding gifts.



Ashley was a gorgeous, busty woman mixed with Black and Russian. She was about five-seven, with a honey-colored complexion, small waist, long brown straight hair, and gray eyes. Her purple dress accentuated her curves really well.



“Happy Valentine’s Day,” she grinned. “It’s nice out! Wow, you’re happy to see me.”



“I just woke up, baby girl.” I said, after I kissed her on the cheek. “I didn’t get a chance to freshen up.”



“Don’t worry, you still looked handsome.” Ashley replied.



It was nice of her to buy me a nice timepiece and a box of chocolate. I was thinking about taking her out to dinner, but I was going to do something different. I planned to make this Valentine’s Day Ashley’s all-time favorite.



“I’m about to take a shower, baby girl. You want to join me?” I asked.



“Sure, why not.” Ashley answered, as she squeezed my dick. “I’m sweating like a pig.”



As I brushed my teeth, Ashley turned on the shower water. It was hard for me not to gaze at her as she undressed because of all the mirrors in the bathroom. Ogling Ashley’s hot sexy body sent blood racing to my dick. Surprisingly, no fogged mirrors, because it really was hot in here. Ashley smiled at me as she got in the shower. The water hitting her body looked so sexy and erotic.



Ashley signaled me to get in and I entered the shower. I kissed her sexy full lips, which I always love doing. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me closer. I liked the way Ashley’s wet titties felt against my body. She grinned from ear to ear like the naughty girl she is. She washed my back, and her hands roamed all over my body.



“That feels good, baby girl.” I told her. “Don’t stop.”



Ashley giggled, and seized my pulsating dick. She stroked it, and put it in her mouth. Ashley performed fellatio on me so well that I thought I was going to black out in the shower. She did not want me to cum yet so she pushed my dick away from her mouth. I inserted my dick in her pussy, and she moaned softly. As I pounded away, she had a very strong orgasm. Her body shook uncontrollably, which soon triggered my eruption. I ejaculated on her stomach. This was one of our best, wet sexual encounters ever.



After the shower, we were both in a great mood. We smiled, and laugh like a pair of teenagers. I knew I gave Ashley what she needed because she was exuberant. We sat in the living room and had oatmeal for breakfast.



“That was a great experience, Nature Boy.” Ashley said.



“Yes, it was a great way to start my morning.” I continued. “I’m definitely going to surprise you later today. We’re going to have a purple Valentine’s Day!”



“I can’t wait; you always buy the best gifts.”



“Yeah, I’ll be in Manhattan getting your gifts. I want you back here tonight. I am going to leave the door unlock so you can just walk right in. I will be eagerly waiting for you in the bedroom. Whoooo!”



The weather was gorgeous. As I drove around Manhattan in my black 2010 Corvette Grand Sport, I was thinking about how my day started out so perfectly. Ashley really made me feel great. I knew I had to return the favor. I bought a bouquet of purple roses, Jimmy Choo fragrance, a plush robe, and other things. At different times during the day, I found myself tantalizing about having passionate sex with Ashley later on that night. I knew it was going to be special.



Later on that night, Ashley let herself in my house. She immediately saw the piece of paper on the table and read the instructions on it. Ashley went in the living room and saw a purple box with her name on it. She opened it up, and saw all the gifts in there including a purple plush robe. Ashley removed her clothes and put on the robe. She also sprayed some of the Jimmy Choo fragrance on her neck. Ashley followed the path of purple petals, which led to my bedroom where I was waiting. I had purple candles lit and R&B music playing softly on my Bose system.



Ashley joined me in the bed looking all sexy. We had a nice sip of wine and fed each other Grilled herb Parmesan Asparagus. For dessert, I wanted to try something different. I place fresh fruit on different parts of Ashley’s body and ate it off her. It was great! I think she enjoyed it as much as I did. As we relaxed, she rubbed my neck and shoulders. Her soft hands move down to my back. I love her touches. She gave the best massage ever.



I lay her on the bed, and spread her toned legs to get a great view of her wetness, which was ever hungry for me! I loved how we gazed at each other. Our eyes told us we were so desirable. All this excitement and Jagged Edge new song “My Baby” caused me to have a serious erection. I was ready to take Ashley and have my way with her.



I kissed and licked Ashley’s sexy-ass thighs, working my way to her pussy. I felt her gasp with anticipation. The sight of this really had me turned on. My tongue action caused a great wave of pleasure to take control of her body. Ashley jumped and moaned loudly. I love the sounds she made! Luckily, I was strong enough to hold her because she was moving so wildly. She cum on my tongue, and it felt like soft raindrops and tasted sweet like cupcakes.



I moved on top of Ashley and inserted my dick in her pussy. I began pumping her fast and hard. It felt so good inside her. I worked her pussy up and down like a roller coaster ride. The deeper I went, the more untamed she became.



“I love it!” She joyfully shouted. “Yes, harder, Nature Boy. Squeeze my nipples.”



My dick was all the way in her, and I pounded away faster and deeper. I had her going crazy by grabbing her tits. She never had a sex session like this one ever in her life. Ashley’s hips eagerly received each thrust of my hips. The feeling drove my crazy. I felt myself getting ready to cum any second. The perspiration raced down my face.



“I’m about to cum, baby girl!” I announced.



“Yes, daddy, cum,” Ashley expressed. “I want it!”



I was trying my best not to stop this feeling, but I could not hold it longer. In perfect unison, I ejaculated in Ashley’s warm mouth. She swallowed every drop like medicine. I lay next to her completely spent. Ashley rolled on top of me and wrapped her arms around me.



“Happy Valentine’s Day, babe,” She moaned.



“Happy Valentine’s Day, Goddess!” I whispered in her ear. “I love you!”



We drifted off to a comfortable sleep.

It was forty-eight days since we’d colonized Freth. Forty-eight days was a lot of days especially as Freth’s days went by slower than Earth days. I’d checked my watch occasionally to see how it lined up. By the twenty-seventh night on Freth, my watch had burnt out, and I knew it was nearly a year’s time, Earth time. A month here was a year. It was a chilling thought, as we set up bio domes to contain our Earth plants while testing to see which ones would take best to the strangely rust-colored soil of Freth. Funny, it was roses that ended up best. A year—a month—whatever the hell it was—later there was a whole goddamn field of roses growing out beyond our ships, across the rusty crimson prairie we’d landed on and called home, and we still hadn’t found a way to make the corn grow.



Everyone joked that this planet was tailor-made for me. Rose, Rose, you must be so happy here, Rose! Fuck, I hated it.



I loaded up my pipe and lit up, staring out at the beautiful sunset. The end of a day, though unlike Earth’s sunsets these ones didn’t last just minutes, they lasted hours upon hours. But already the purple was showing pale near the top of the set and high above me stars were setting in. We didn’t follow the sun’s cycle, though. No human could’ve adjusted to this. Was it any wonder we’d found no sentient life on Freth?



I heard the little ding indicating the twelfth hour; lunch would be on in a half hour. Lights lit up all around the settlement as the natural light vanished beneath the horizon. For the next few cycles of twenty-four hours, we would be submerged in darkness and the colony would be lit only by our electric streetlamps. I wasn’t sure which was worse: the endless days spent wearing blindfolds to bed and listening to the clock chime tell us when to sleep and when to rise, or the endless nights spent under alien stars, waiting for the clock chime to tell us when each hour passed.



The next week would be dark.



I heard a soft rustle behind me as she came close and sat down, resting her head against my leather sleeve and taking in a deep breath. “Smoking again, dear?”



I hmphed a bit in reply but put an arm around her, enjoying the rich colors of the sunset while they lasted.



“What are you smoking this time?”



I took the pipe out of my mouth and blew out rings of roses. “Roses. They haven’t made a baccy plant grow. But I’ve got a plan. I’m going to get one of those scientist guys and hold him hostage until he caves and genetically modifies me some fucking nicotine.”



“Aw, that’s so romantic, Rose,” she purred, running fingers through the scruff at the back of my head. I’d chopped my hair off not long after we’d landed. I didn’t miss it. “Smoking some dried roses to get your fix.”



“Romantic.” I shifted a bit closer to her. “Not really. More like bitchy. It’s been almost two months and god, I’d kill for a smoke. This is worse than fucking PMS, Cass.”



She gave me a soft kiss and stood back up, stretching out. I could see the faint outline of her body beneath her gaussian gown, highlighted in the rich colors of the Freth sunset. I savored the taste of her lips still lingering on mine, mingled with the taste of smoke and flowers; mingled with the curious flavor of the planet’s air. It always seemed to taste a bit different than Terran air, and though I’d grown used to it whenever I thought of it again, it did seem to be a bit sweeter.



“Even me?” she asked, teasing.



“Hm?”



“Would you kill me for a smoke?”



“Nah.” I put my pipe back in my mouth and inhaled. It would never be the same. Thank God moving to another planet hadn’t changed her. She was still the same as ever: sexy, sensual, and teasing as she moved, watching her walk was like watching her fuck, watching as she lit each lamp along our porch. “I like you more than smoking. Just hate the withdrawals. That’s all.”



“Didn’t think of that before you moved?”



“Babe… we hardly had time to think of sexy underwear before we moved.”



“Sexy underwear is more important than smoking?”



“You in sexy underwear is more important than anything,” I assured her, studying the supple curves of her ass with a lusty sigh, a sigh full of smoke and flowers.



“I agree!” she said with a laugh, smacking my ass as she walked on by. “Except for eating and drinking and pissing and…”



“Oh, you be quiet.” I stood up and pulled her to me, kissing her firmly and definitely, tasting her mouth on my mouth and her tongue on mine as we savored the lingering darkness and I savored her lingering body. It was tempting, and were it not almost lunch time I’d have taken her there. Damn the night, the endlessly distracting night—she was my wife and damned if I wasn’t going to enjoy the time I had with her.



It was all too soon that the lunch bell went off and I broke away from her, grumbling at the time. By now it was night, and we were submerged in the darkness. It would last the week now, and it would be just me and my wife and a little bit of teasing in the dark until it was day again. I hated the period of night. We couldn’t get anything done. We’d left Terra so quickly when the disaster occurred that even two months later I didn’t feel like I was really settled in. Two months, two years. Maybe someday we’d find a way to tell time properly. And damn it all at the same time, I thought, and got my lantern from where it hung beside the door. I always felt like I was missing something.



“Are you going to come?” I asked, as I started down the stairs.



She shook her head, hair illuminated by the lanterns around her. My angel, I thought. She was the only constant in my life. And thank whatever was good for that. I would’ve gone mad without my dear woman. “I have work here to do. I’ll make a sandwich.”



“I’ll bring you something.”



“All right.” She smiled. “Tea would be nice.”



“Tea I can do.” Because of course they could make tea, but they couldn’t make tobacco. Of course. I started down the street and headed for the meal tent. I could smell fried vegetables and garlic—mostly the garlic—from a mile away. The planet liked garlic. Garlic and roses and they were working on coffee, so all of us coffee addicts also lost out in the war for interesting Terran addictions a hundred light years from home. But we’d never be going home and I’d never be able to further my need for nicotine again, I supposed. Caffeine at least I could do. I poured myself tea from the tin dispenser, and filled up a small thermos for my wife, setting it on the table.



I went to get a plate and loaded up with the food of the day. It involved a lot of garlic and, I suspected, roses. They could make some very inventive things with roses, which were now the Frethian equivalent of a fucking weed. It cost an arm and a leg to get a dozen roses back home.



I couldn’t stop thinking of it as anything but home, even still. Even knowing I could never go back, because the nuclear winter would get me if the radiation didn’t first. What a great Thanksgiving it had been. Thanks for the turkey and the mashed potatoes, for the nuclear holocaust and the end of the world! Less than two weeks later, we’d fled from Terra and left our blue marble behind.



I finished my lunch with a mournful craving for bacon that would simply have to go unsatisfied. We didn’t have any pigs. And even if we did, we would’ve had to force them to breed. We had chickens, rabbits, a couple of cows, and some Frethian mammals that somehow managed in the ever so long nights. The cows weren’t doing so well. The rabbits were doing great. Bunnyburgers would be on the menu soon.



Cleaning off my plate, I put it away in the kitchen tent and started back home. What was it now, more than two years? I would never get used to this, and the lack of the damn tobacco and the damn corn and the damn cows. I kicked at one of the benches as I started back out of the tent, holding onto the thermos of tea. It was warm, comforting, but didn’t change the fact that I felt ever so stranded on this strange planet.



I hung my lantern on the doorframe and opened up the door, heading into the house. The door creaked open, and I entered into a dark porch. Fumbling for the light, I wondered why she hadn’t lit our inside lanterns. Maybe she was outside and I’d missed her. Preservation of power was important.



Hands clapped around my eyes. I jumped, but relaxed when I recognized the tinkling voice of my wife behind me. “Oooh, you brought me my tea,” she teased, pressing herself up against my back. I could feel her body against mine; her breasts and the curve of her hips and waist caught up into the gentle curve of my spine and ass. “I have a surprise for you.”



I inhaled a deep breath of the sweet air, trying to distract myself from the growing sense of arousal. She knew just how to push my buttons. I leaned back into her and savored her touch. “A surprise, honey?”



“Mmm.” She pushed me forward slightly, keeping her hands clapped over my eyes. I opened my eyes slightly to peek, but all the lights were off.



“So this is what you were doing while I was enjoying a hearty meal of garlic?”



“You do smell rather garlicky,” she acknowledged, kissing me on the cheek. “Maybe I’ll have to freshen your breath a bit.”



“I know what I can freshen it with,” I teased her back.



“Oh, they don’t make pussy breath mints.”



“I bet they did.” They just meant someone, someone out there, someone who was dead or someone who was in the Frethian colony, trying to make a new life for themselves.



She gave a little rueful sigh. I knew I’d hit the wrong button, because once again the melancholy was rising up in my heart.



We rounded the corner. “You see,” she purred, “I’d been thinking… and I started to do a little bit of math, and, well…” She took her hands from my eyes and I opened them, blinking a little bit in the dim light. Red candles lit the room we shared, rose petals strewn over the pale pink sheets that covered our bed. The room smelt faintly like roses, and on the desk, a dozen roses rose up from a makeshift vase. Flickering shadows from the candles cast strange shapes all over the room; strange as the planet; strange as the roses.



I felt a quiver of lust beyond my thighs.



I’d never been so thrilled to see roses in my life.



“Happy Valentine’s day, Rose,” she said quietly, stepping in front of me. Now I could see her; her in the candlelight with nothing on but a few well placed rose petals and a tiny little thong, heels screaming fuck-me-now! I’d seen her before, but hell, it never got old. Even looking at her drew the heat of want into my body’s depths.



My breath caught. “Cass…”



“I was thinking, you know. You don’t seem happy here, and it’s so long without any of the little holiday breaks we used to have, and I mean, all we have to play with is roses anyway…”



I caught her hand and pulled her closer to me, pulled her in and kissed her. Fuck, but I loved her. I loved her and her breathy little sigh. I loved her and that slight shiver that ran through her body. Loved the way she smelt like flowers. Loved the way she gasped and shuddered, melting into my arms as I pressed my mouth to hers. Loved the way her tongue slipped past my lips and she into my embrace.



My heartbeat quickened and I could hear her breathless, nervous—what did she have to be nervous about? I twirled a lock of her hair into my fingers, tugging slightly. “Thank you,” I said quietly, whispering in her ear.



She smiled, anxiety melting away like snow in the spring. And I loved her smile, and the flush on her face that was always there when she was aroused; aroused and not just teasing, truly and deeply involved in the flirty game her very body invoked in my flesh. I ran fingers down her flushed cheeks, trailing fingers down the warm skin of her breasts and the softness of her stomach. She kissed me again. Light, soft, teasing. Just as she always was. I whispered her name and she came closer to me, running her pale fingers down my sides. Her fingers caught on my pants, and she ran a finger beneath the belt along my waist, tugging the belt loose.



Cass drew me towards her with the loops on my pants, tugging them down as I came a bit closer. She leaned forward and kissed me softly on my stomach, trailing fingers down my legs as she removed my pants.



I was terribly aroused, and I said as much in a little groan. “Can we hurry things along and get to the wild fucking on the bed?”



“Hah!” She giggled a bit and tugged my panties off, kissing me in the patch of hair above my cunt. I wanted to kiss her more. She had other plans, and pushed me towards the bed, pulling my pants off the rest of the way as I stumbled backwards into the soft embrace of a rose-scented bed. “We always hurry along to the wild fucking, my dear Rose.”



“Because it’s a good thing!”



“Oh, but I like this,” she purred, pulling herself up along side me, and pressing her body against mine. Again I could feel her, warm and intimate in my embrace; sharing my nudity and sharing my bed. I’d explored her a hundred times with my fingertips; a hundred more times with my tongue. I knew every little nook and cranny on her soft, sculpted body. It was her turn to get to know mine, and she traced letters and shapes on my breasts with her tongue as she ran her hands slowly down my form. I gave a soft little moan, encouraging her to keep on as she drew hearts on me with her mouth and flowers on me with her fingertips, and lust on me with her very presence.



Lightly, she circled my nipples, caressing them until they were hard and straining against my shirt. She pulled my shirt off, revealing a black bra underneath, and I squirmed a bit to unhook the bra. She gave one last little pinch before tearing the bra away, exposing my breasts to the air. Then she kissed them, one by one softening her tongue against the hard peak of my nipples and tasting my squirms of want.



Her mouth otherwise occupied, her hands wandered, creeping lower and lower until one hand rested on my mound, the other tracing hearts on my thighs with the tip of her fingernail.



Once she was satisfied, she wiggled upright and sat there on her knees, looking down on me with a bit of a smirk on her face.



“Fuck it, Cass,” I growled.



“Hmmmm?” She cocked her head, spreading out my lower lips with two fingers. I shivered a little in the cool air. “What was that?”



“Fuck me, my dear angel?”



“Hmmm?”



“Please?”



She grinned at me. I reached up and grabbed her hand, pulling her down until her face was level with my stomach. “You heard me!” I gasped as she stroked two fingers along the path to my center. “Fucking do me.”



“I love you too, Rose,” she whispered, pressing her lips against my lips and sucking at my arousal. She traced flames with her tongue and heat with her fingers, slipping one finger inside of me as I writhed a bit in pleasure. Her hands roamed, and I pinched and tugged at my own breasts as the need grew; as the heat grew; as the damn wetness inside of me insisted on expanding until all I could think about was the tremors encircling my clit.



“Fuck me, but I love you too,” I rasped as she fucked me with her fingers, sliding two fingers in and out of my soaked cunt, tongue lapping at my trembly orgasmic edge.



It hit me like a boulder and I gasped, arching backwards and grabbing at my hair, pulling at my hair as I writhed and spasmed, barely coherent words making it from between my dry lips. She claimed me and kissed me, dragging me deeper and deeper under the wave of orgasm.



It felt like forever before I surfaced, drenched in sweat and drenched in shaky arousal.



She sat up, beaming. “You’re so cute when you come.”



I grabbed her arm and dragged her down, one hand tearing her thong apart and the other reaching for her breasts. “Cute? I’ll show you cute!” I threw her, rolling her underneath myself, claiming her in return.



She laughed as I caught her between the thighs, caught her with my fingertips and pulled her hair. “We should have Valentine’s day more often, my Rose.” Hearing her laugh was enough to make my night. Hearing her scream would make my week of nights.



“Screw the roses,” I growled, kissing her viciously and determinedly. “But I’ll take the sexy surprises any night.”



She laughed and wrapped her legs around me. “Happy Valentine’s day to you too!”



I had to admit it; her holiday reintroduction was a success. Now if only they’d bioengineer some fucking chocolate beans for next year.

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This is my entry to 2013 Valentine’s Day Contest. Please read and vote! I debated whether or not to categorize this in Sci-Fi, but I think the romantic element is stronger than the Sci-F/Fantasy. This is a stand-alone story, but in writing it, I think some other characters may pop up later with stories of their own.



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The Prince of Valentinium



Exodus.



In an effort to save what remained of their drastically reduced population, the people of Valentinium decided, in the year 5571 B.C.E., to undertake the perilous task of evacuation. Though their home planet remained lush and nutrient-rich, the once immortal race had begun dying off in numbers never before seen. At first petty conflicts led to full-blown wars that ravaged entire countries and continents, turning their utopian planet some 25 light-years from Earth into a place notorious for its bloodshed.



Weakened by the near-constant fighting, the longevity that had for eons been a gift enjoyed by all the denizens of Valentinium was suddenly relegated only its rulers and those wealthy enough to stay off of the battlefields. Their women were the first to die, and of the small number who managed to survive even fewer could bear children and any born to them were entirely male. The Valentinian race was in dire straits indeed.



The planet’s namesake, Valentinus, a son of Venus, had instilled in his people the same reverence for love that his mother had passed into him. Love Above All Things. That had been his creed and through the generations it had stuck. But in these times of war, the Valentinians forgot their veneration of the amorous. Instead, they gave more regard to the tangible things in life — money, land, and the like — and thus fell prey to their own greed.



Only a few among them believed that the old ways didn’t have to be lost to the oblivion of ignorance and war. They understood that Love alone could save them. And so they fled their war-torn planet, seeking other hospitable planets and moons that might suit them.



Among the refugees were 4 children whose parents had been killed in the last attack on the high city of Amarael. At 12 years of age, Rhys Erastus was the oldest and took it upon himself to look after his younger siblings. The 5 year-old twins, Philon and Pothos, he knew would grow to be strong and capable males. It was his infant sister, Kahlia, for whom he worried most.



As the last female of their kind she might be the only hope for the survival of their race. With her eyes of amethyst and gold-kissed skin he knew she would grow to be a beautiful woman…Rhys just had to make sure she did get to grow up. He also knew that a fight for her hand could either result in another war or place her in the possession of a male who was not destined to be her mate. Rhys could never allow such a fate befall her. Her very existence had to be kept secret. He swore that he would protect her life with his own…until she found a mate to take over that precious role.



{Earth — 2169 A.D.}



“I could show you things you’ve never seen. Take you places you’ve never been. Just give me one chance, baby. I promise you won’t regret it.”



Kahlia rolled her eyes. Was this guy serious? She’d scented him as soon as he walked into The Stratosphere, a swanky restaurant that occupied the top floor and roof of the tallest building in Atlanta. Had he bathed in his cheap cologne? His hair was styled into what should have been an attractive coif, but he’d gelled it to helmet hardness. She couldn’t even begin to process the sheer wrongness of his dye-job.



At length, she shook her head. “Unfortunately,” she said in the saddest tone she could muster, “I’m meeting someone.”



It wasn’t a lie. She was meeting someone. Well, three someones.



The man, undaunted, slanted what she guessed was a sexy smirk her way, “Ditch him.”



“Can’t,” she smiled, standing from her seat at the bar and waving to the tall, dark-haired male who’d just walked in. “He’s here now.” She knew her wave might have been a little frantic, because the newcomer raised his eyebrows and chuckled.



She didn’t waste a second in distancing herself from the man who seemed to be marinating in the sickeningly sweet scent of heavy cologne.



“Took you long enough,” she snapped when she reached the front of the restaurant to stand next to her eldest brother.



Rhys laughed and held up his hands in mock surrender. “I’m 5 minutes early!” He knew full well that she’d been eager to ditch the creep at the bar.



As they followed the hostess to a rounded a booth near the windowed wall on the far side of the expansive place and took their seats, his storm grey eyes twinkled with laughter. He pulled her into a one-armed hug as soon as her butt hit the rich leather. After a kiss to her cheek, he said, “Phil and Pothos are running late, but they should be here soon.”



“Those two? Running late?” She feigned shock. “Excuse me while I find my ‘surprised’ face.”



Rhys grinned. “I know, I know. Punctuality was never one of their strong suits.”



“We’d be late for our own funerals and some such other nonsense, right?” an amused voice called from a few feet away. It was Philon.



Pothos gave a sheepish shrug from directly behind him. “I couldn’t get away from…work. Yeah, that’s it! I was working!”



Rhys frowned. “You’re making women pay you to fuck them these days? That’s beneath even you, brother.”



Pothos and Philon shared the same dark hair as their siblings, but where Rhys’ eyes were grey and Kahlia’s an exotic shade of violet, Pothos’ eyes were green and Philon’s were a pale blue. While Pothos was currently rocking a shorter cut, Philon had always worn his hair in a careless mid-length. It seemed to drive women crazy for him so Kahlia assumed that he’d simply adopted an ‘if it ain’t broke’ mentality about his hair.



“Hardy-har-har,” Pothos sneered at his older brother. “I actually was working. Eason Davenport, of Nightwood Acquisitions, has come across some particularly interesting pieces he thought we may want for the new collection. Some fantastic ancient Phoenician and Minoan scrollwork and a few miniature frescos.”



Kahlia and her brothers dabbled in many different businesses and stock ventures but their passion was art and artifact collection. Mainly, they collected anything that might lead them to others of their kind who’d made it to Earth all those many ages ago with them. Anything to solve the problem they’d come together to discuss that evening.



It had been a long time since they’d seen each other all at once and they all wished that the circumstances of this meeting could have been happier.



The fact was that Kahlia was in trouble. She had begun a process known as The Silvering. Her hair, once a waist-length fall of loose curls an uninterrupted shade of ebony, was changing. One lock near the nape of her neck was turning silver at the root. In the last 2 months that silver had grown to encompass nearly full the length of her hair. If it continued to the end before she found her mate…she would die. The Silvering, a mechanism of nature designed to control a population of immortal beings, was an indicator that her mate was nigh — either recently born or newly arrived to the planet.



It had become clear early on that human males lacked the romantic capacity to suit her Valentinian needs, which meant she needed to find a Valentinian male. The trouble was that all of the males of her kind who’d made it to Earth were, to her knowledge, sitting around that very table with her. Her brothers. Either another male had kept himself hidden from them or a new one had just arrived.



Philon cast her look of concern. “How are you feeling?”



Kahlia shrugged and answered in a calm tone, “I feel fine.” In truth, she was worried sick. Sure, she’d been gifted with a long and relatively happy life but the prospect of getting so close to being mated and dying before she ever got to experience that kind of love was devastating to her.



None of her brothers bought her unruffled act, but they didn’t press her on her emotional state either. Rhys was the one to cut to the chase.



“We need to find him.”



Pothos rested his forearms on the table and leaned forward so they alone would hear his low-spoken words. “What if he’s too young now? How much time do we have? I mean,” Pothos fumbled for the words, “don’t they have to…to…you know…culminate…each other…the mating? Er…Sex?”



Kahlia blushed but couldn’t help ribbing him. “For someone so fond of the stuff, it sure does make you nervous.”



Philon was in no mood to laugh, this talk of his sister’s potential demise having put more than a damper on the evening. “It’s different when it’s you we’re talking about!” he snapped.



Rhys shook his head. “I don’t think The Silvering was triggered by a birth.” He pulled an envelope from the inside pocket of his sleek leather jacket. “I think it’s a new arrival.”



He opened the envelope and unfolded a single piece of paper. Most of the page’s real estate was covered in black ink interspersed by a few white dots. Stars.



“I got this from my contact with NORAD. It’s a capture from roughly two months ago. There,” he said, pointing to a faint streak near the top left corner of the page. “Can you see that?”



Philon, Pothos, and Kahlia leaned closer, each of them squinting over the page. It looked like a milky smudge with a dot of slightly more substantial white on the leading edge.



“It’s looks too small to be the same kind of vessel that brought us here,” Philon pointed out.



Rhys nodded. “You’re right, but I do think it’s a Valentinian craft. I think,” he said, casting a look at Kahlia, “it’s a Chariot.”



“A single passenger?” Pothos asked in a shocked tone. The journey from Valentinium to Earth was a long one to make with a full crew. On one’s own? It would have taken a person of exceptionally strong will to accomplish such a feat.



“At any rate, this photo was snapped over the mid-Atlantic. He must have landed within a thousand miles of here,” Rhys whispered.



Kahlia worried her bottom lip between her teeth and wondered, ‘Could he have come for me? Might he be searching for me even now?’



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Daeryn Amator inhaled a big gulp of crisp city air. As he’d done each morning for the last 3 weeks, he weeded out the smells of pollution, grit, and desperation that assailed him. Relegating those to the background of his consciousness, he sifted through each individual scent, scanning for new ones. Searching for the one scent that would be the key to finding her. His mate.



He’d just been a boy when the Age of War reached its zenith. The son of the king, he hadn’t had the option to flee. He’d survived the destruction and lived long enough to see Valentinium’s rebuild. He’d stood by his father, pouring all of himself into restoring their civilization to its former glory. But neither all the bricks and mortar, nor all the marble and glass in the world could replace the most important things that had been lost.



Valentinium had no unmated women.



At first, the men could pretend that it didn’t matter, that they could rebuild and nature would right itself and follow suit. When that didn’t happen a kind of panic set in. No women meant no offspring. No offspring meant the eventual extinction of their race. Worse? They’d begun to remember the foundation of their identity as Valentinians. These men were lovers…they needed mates to romance and shower with affection. So far, fate had denied every last unmated male that pleasure.



Surely they hadn’t come back from the brink of annihilation to nevertheless slowly succumb to the same fate?



And so Daeryn and the others had set out in search of suitable alternatives. They visited nearby planets and experimented with mating with the women of those other worlds.



To no avail.



Not only were these other women unsuitable biologically, but the Valentinians couldn’t love them as they should. Daeryn turned to the scrolls, searched the archives for even the mention of a successful mating between a Valentinian and someone of ‘other’ origin. Along the way he found rumors, just blurbs of gossip here and there about a single surviving Valentinian female — an infant who escaped one of the worst battles of the war. He put it down to the desperate hopes of the poor wretches who’d realized early on what sort of crisis they were all in for.



Finally, after nearly a decade of off-and-on researching, Daeryn found a scroll written by Valentinus himself. The man had travelled to many planets before settling on the one he called home and in his travels he’d happened upon a planet called Earth. Their women, these humans, could be mated successfully in almost all aspects. He decided he would visit this Earth and see for himself.



Though the journey was long and arduous, Daeryn urged himself onward, driven by the need that hammered at him without cease. He’d grown weary of his solitary existence and the romantic soul of him hungered for his woman. Andif a person went hungry long enough they began to starve.



When he’d crash landed in what he later determined to be southern Virginia he’d been quite disoriented at first. Valentinium was roughly the same size as this planet but the difference in population, both in total amount and density of inhabited areas, was vast to a laughable degree.



But then he’d felt it. The pull. He was stunned to discover that not only could he mate with a human woman but that the instincts associated with the mating bond would guide him to her.



And so using his advanced ability for acquiring knowledge and not a little telekinesis – stealing cars by starting their engines with his mind – he followed that pull. He’d arrived in Atlanta shortly thereafter and he’d been searching her out like a fiend ever since.



He closed his eyes as he concentrated. This morning he’d come to the uptown district of Buckhead. He stood atop a relatively tall building so that he could survey the area.



Coffee. Mint. Gasoline. He’d smelled it all before. Scrambled eggs. Pancakes. Orange Juice. All the scents of the morning. He couldn’t help it. His heart dropped. Another day without her…she was near, but he couldn’t find her. He was convinced that there was no greater torture.



Orchids. Makai Orchids to be exact. Fragrant and fresh, but not a scent…an impression…and identity.



Her.



He was cupping an erection before it even registered that he was hard. He’d scented her and his body’s reaction had been instantaneous. An almost cruel smile curved his lips. The hunter in his blood was intent, focused. It wouldn’t be long now. ‘Gotcha,’ he thought with an inward growl of male anticipation.



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Kahlia let out a frustrated burst of air that sent a few loose strands of hair flying out of her face. She set her empty coffee mug on the table before her and stretched, reaching upwards to relieve some of the tension in her back. So far, they had one lead. It was a great one, but it was the only one.



The night before, local police in Emporia, VA had been flooded with reports of a suspected UFO crash. By the time the authorities arrived on the scene there was no sign of the crash and it was brushed off by most as nothing more than a hoax. For Kahlia and her brothers, the disappearance of the evidence of the crash was all the proof they needed that it had been a Valentinian vessel. Most spacecraft from Valentinium was equipped with cloaking and glamour capabilities — both to conceal the vehicles when they were in flight or on the ground, whether they were intact or not. They were confident that someone from their home planet was on Earth.



Unfortunately, after the reports from the people of Emporia the only other thing they had to go on was a few of those reports mentioned the sighting of a tall, golden-haired man walking south on a narrow dark road near the site of the crash that had seemingly never taken place.



South. After that, the trail went cold. She’d spent the morning combing the internet for other reports of strange sightings, either of the crash or of the man and had come up empty. She decided to grab another k-cup for her individual-serving coffee maker but found that her last cup had been the final one in the house. Knowing she’d never be able to think without another cup, she heaved a sigh, slammed her already-socked feet into a pair of neon pink sneakers and tossed on a fleece. It was almost mid-February and the fickle Georgia weather had decided to make this day a cold one. She hoped the spandex lounge capris she had on would keep her warm enough for the short drive to Starbucks.



She punched the button for the elevator, shot down to the garage beneath the high-rise that housed her penthouse, and was in her car, a sleek Mercedes sedan, in less than 2 minutes. It was the Saturday before Valentine’s Day so there were a few people out, but traffic was light and she was pulling out of the drive-thru with a Grande White Mocha in no time. She’d just turned onto the one-lane, one-way street that circled her building when a man stepped off of the curb directly in front of her car. She’d only been doing 30 but she still had to slam on the breaks to avoid running him over.



Heart in her throat she looked up to get a good look at him and her heart stopped beating all together for a second or two.



Tall? Check. This man was at least 6’4″.



Golden-haired. Check. From the curling burnished locks on his head to the faint shadow on his jaw and the light dusting she could see on his bare chest…Golden with a capital FUCK!



‘They didn’t mention eyes the color of emerald…’



The man had stopped, the hem of the long black coat he wore skimming the surface of a murky puddle left by the rain that had passed through earlier that morning. He didn’t seem to care. He was staring at her; gaze honed only on her, an expression of…hunger on his handsome face.



Yes, it was hunger. She recognized it because, just then, she felt it, too. That and she saw the bulging evidence of his arousal pressed against the dark wash of his jeans.



An answering heat low in the clenching feminine heart of her body. A moan she was barely conscious of issuing as he stepped closer to her car, his body moving with a rolling masculinity that spoke of a cool strength.



He licked his lips and she stiffened. She’d felt that! Kahlia reached up and touched her tingling bottom lip. He smirked, his eyes drifting down to her breasts, and did it again more deliberately. She cried out at the sensation of a warm, wet tongue laving over her right nipple.



“Impossible!” they cried out unison.



Her because she’d never experienced anything like what he’d just done to her.



Him because human women weren’t susceptible to Telepathic Touch and it only worked for sexual purposes between Valentinian mated pairs.



“Fuck me,” he gasped on a mutter of shock.



She was about to take him very literally.



The electronic locks on the car clicked and when he didn’t move she reached over, eyes gone smoky and locked with his, to pop open the passenger door.



She didn’t have to ask him twice. He was in the car in less time than it took for her to question what she’d just done.



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It was a wonder she didn’t crashed the car on the short drive into the parking garage. She hadn’t taken her eyes off of him since he’d gracefully folded his big frame into the passenger seat. She assumed that since she hadn’t felt any jumps or bumps in the ride that she hadn’t killed anyone in her distraction.

I was a few minutes early, so wasn’t surprised not to find him at the bar. I left word with the hostess, found an empty seat, and ordered a glass of chardonnay. I’d been looking forward to this Valentine’s Day evening all week – a romantic dinner out with my boyfriend, in one of the nicest restaurants in town. I was still shocked that he’d thought of it early enough to get a reservation, and figured I’d give him something a little special tonight in return – perhaps, after we got home, I’d finally wear that last, um, outfit he’d bought for me?



I felt a few wandering sets of eyes move over my body as I crossed my legs, the skirt of my red silk dress riding up on my leg. I knew I looked hot, but didn’t think much of the attention – after all, I was very much taken. I’d worn my strawberry blonde hair up at work that day, but had let it out to cascade in curls around my shoulders on my way to the restaurant. I’d also left the professional jacket in the car, entering the restaurant in just the form-fitting red dress and matching heels.



My glass of wine was half-empty by the time it occurred to me to check my watch – was he late? Just then, my phone buzzed in my purse. Just once, meaning it must be a text message.



“Hi Brit, stuck at the office, I’ll be late, sorry!”



I frowned, and shot back a message of my own, “But we’ll lose the reservation!?!”



“Get a drink, be there soon, OK?”



“OK.”



Hmm. How could his boss be so insensitive, keeping him late on this night, of all nights? Knowing Josh, I’m sure he’d told his coworkers about our plans for a night out. What could be so important! Oh well, not worth getting upset, I thought as I nursed the end of my glass, pondering whether to order another.



A few minutes later, the hostess sought me out, and I pleaded for a few extra minutes to allow my beloved to arrive – thankfully, she had some heart on this Valentine’s Day. Just then, my phone went off again. Oh good, he must be on his way!



“Sorry, honey, I’m going to be a while. Let’s just meet at home.”



What? Now I was getting suspicious. I’d ruled out his boss keeping him this late, and couldn’t think of any special projects he’d been working on that might have been on a deadline. He was up to something else. Probably that secretary of his. As this is an inner monologue, no need to censor my jealousy. I’d always wondered about their fairly chummy relationship – especially since I knew Josh was a sucker for her type, big tits, long legs. Fortunately, I was the same type, but that didn’t insure his fidelity when he was at the office all day.



And on Valentine’s Day – the nerve! Who did he think he was, polishing her off before coming home and expecting me to put out? OK, maybe that language was getting a little strong, even for an inner monologue. Maybe it was the wine on an empty stomach. Maybe I should just go home and wait for him.



That’s when I saw him – tall, dark, and handsome, obviously keeping his eye on me, watching me brood from the other end of the bar. Alone on Valentine’s Day, a guy that sexy? I smiled, and he beckoned me over. Oh, what the hell – not like my so-called boyfriend would know if I had a drink with this guy before heading home. I walked in his direction, as seductively as possible in my angry and slightly tipsy state.



“Looks like you could use another drink, won’t you join me?” he asked, extending his hand to invite me to the barstool next to his. “Tough night?”



“Well, I was supposed to meet someone here, but apparently he got a better offer – looks like I’ve been stood up.”



“That’s terrible. Such a beautiful young lady shouldn’t be alone on this night. Please, let me buy you another drink, and let’s talk.”



By the time I had polished off another glass of wine – or two? – we’d shared witty banter, learned a bit about each other, and established a clear attraction. The quick brush of the hand, the hand on the shoulder – before long, his hand was on my knee, and slowly creeping upward. I was shocked at my lack of concern as I flirted the night away with this stranger. I’d been with Josh for almost three years, and never once had I even considered responding to another man’s attentions.



But somehow tonight was different. Josh’s infidelity had pushed me over the edge. Well, that and this guy’s chiseled face and equally well-defined body. He actually reminded me a bit of Josh – they were both about 6′, athletic, and about the same age. I always did fall for the older guys – about 40 to my 26…



“You know, Tom, I don’t live far from here. Would you like to come over?” The words escaped my mouth with little concern for the logic or practicality of the suggestion.



We made our way to the parking lot, unable to keep our hands off each other as we walked. By the time we were in his car and starting to drive, he was fondling my tits with one hand while I fumbled to undo his belt. Keeping one eye on the road so I could give him directions, I soon had one hand inside his boxers, stroking his cock until it was rock hard and bulging.



“God, Brit, your touch is amazing,” he said, pinching my nipples as they hardened and jutted through the thin fabric of my dress.



“My house is just up there,” I said, pointing. “Why don’t you park here and let me finish what I’ve started?”



“Be my guest,” he said, grinning. He quickly found a parking space, reclined his seat slightly, and I slithered out of my seatbelt to move to a position where I could suck him off. I licked all around the tip of his cock several times, before slowly taking his entire length into my mouth. He groaned deeply, his hands stroking my back, then grasping my hair, and I began a steady up and down motion, moaning as he filled my mouth completely and reached deep into my throat with each stroke.



I pulled away for a moment to work him just with my hands, looking up at him with my big blue eyes, before once again plunging down on him, bottoming out, gagging briefly on his bulging thickness. After holding him there, completely inside my mouth, for a few moments, I could sense that he was close, and began moving quickly again, using my hands and mouth in tandem to bring him to orgasm.



“Oh, god, yes, that’s it. I’m going to cummmmm….”



I swallowed the first burst of his hot, sticky, cum, but couldn’t contain all of it, the next shot hitting my cheek and dripping down onto my chin. I giggled, doing my best to scoop it all up with my finger and suck that finger off, showing him how much I enjoyed his taste. “Perhaps we should move this inside?”



I was probably still a bit tipsy, but mostly completely turned on at this point, eager to invite this strange new man into my bed, eager to feel his cock inside of me and experience a new pleasure. I giggled again as I searched for my key in my purse, so eager to be inside that I found myself completely flustered.



“Oops, I didn’t get it all,” I was saying to him over my shoulder as we tumbled through the door. I was still wiping that extra bit of cum from my chin when I realized that we weren’t alone. The lights were out, as I’d expected, but there was a glow from the next room. Candlelight. When my eyes adjusted, I saw a beautiful table set for two. When my eyes adjusted a bit more, I saw Josh, needless to say, giving me a puzzled look as I wiped this strange man’s cum from my chin.



“Oh, god, Josh. Um, I can explain?”



“Really, wow, I’d like to hear that.”



“You two live together?”



I looked back and forth between them. Of course I was ashamed and embarrassed that Josh had caught me cheating. Somehow it didn’t sound good as I started to form the excuse in my mind, either: I thought you were cheating on me, so I thought I’d return the favor. And then there was Tom. I hadn’t exactly mentioned the fact that I was living with Josh – only that ‘someone’ had stood me up for a Valentine’s date.



Josh’s silence was deafening, and I felt more and more like a cheap slut as I stood there, hair mussed, sticky with sweat and cum glowing in the candlelight of the beautiful night at home he’d obviously planned as a surprise for me. I always did like staying in more than going out.



“Honey?” I finally said, as Tom sat down on the couch, not sure what to do with himself.



“Well, Brit, I think there’s only one thing to do.”



I assumed he meant that one of us – likely me – should gather our things and move out. But apparently not. “I can think of one way you can make this up to me, that is, if your new friend is up for it?”



Tom’s ears perked up, but he still sat awkwardly on the couch, not sure what Josh had in mind. I knew, though. Josh had been after a threesome for quite some time. And not your typical ‘lesbian fantasy’ where he’d watch me make out with another girl. Oh no, he wanted to watch another guy fuck me, and then join in the action.



I had always turned him down rather emphatically. Not that I wasn’t intrigued – but just a little scared. But now, not only did I really not have much choice but to give Josh whatever he wanted, but I was also, still, incredibly turned on. I didn’t need any more convincing – it was just going to be up to Tom, whether he was into the threesome idea.



I smiled at Josh. “Well, Tom might already be a little, um, spent, so maybe you and I should get started, and he can join us when he’s ready?” Hopefully my subtlety wouldn’t be too much for Tom to understand.



I took Tom’s hand and led him into our bedroom, motioning for him to sit down on the bed as Josh came up behind me and began fondling my tits. I moaned and leaned back into him. He pulled himself away from my breasts just long enough to unzip my dress, letting it fall slowly to the floor, gravity pulling it past each of my curves. I now stood before Tom in my matching bra and panties, my boyfriend’s hands moving over my body.



My bra was the next to go, and Tom gasped as my perfect 34D tits bounced free. He began stroking himself through his clothes as Josh continued to fondle me, one hand now moving down into my panties. I made no moves, allowing Josh complete control to do what he wished with my body. He was now pinching my nipples hard, making them fully erect, as he began playing gently with my clit.



I whimpered as his hands pulled away, but quickly realized he was stripping out of his clothes. I took the opportunity to slither out of my panties, Tom watching eagerly as he followed our lead and undressed as well. Naked now, Josh approached me from behind again, and I could feel his hard cock pressing into my back as he continued to pleasure me. I put one leg up on the bed, giving Tom a fabulous view of my pussy as Josh began stroking it deeper, sliding the occasional finger in and out.



Tom was hard again, and stroking his cock furiously now. “I think it’s time, Brit,” Josh whispered into my ear, and I knew exactly what he was asking for. I climbed onto the bed, turned my back to Tom so that I was facing Josh, straddled Tom’s cock, and slowly lowered myself down onto him until his entire length was completely buried in my pussy. He groaned in pleasure as I began rotating my hips.



While my body and my motions were connected to Tom’s, my attention was completely focused on Josh. I watched as he slowly stroked his cock, and realized that I was just as turned on as he was by the scenario – much to my surprise, I enjoyed having him watch me with another man. I began moving up and down on Tom’s cock now, and moaning in pleasure as he filled me completely with each stroke.



Josh now climbed onto the bed as well, and the three of us shifted positions slightly. Tom pulled out from underneath me, I got on all fours, and took Josh’s cock in my mouth as Tom took me from behind. The sensation was incredible. My breaths were quick and desperate as I gasped for air, one cock filling my mouth and another pounding my pussy.



After a few minutes of this, our moans gradually rising, the sweat building on our skin, we shifted once again. Tom climbed off the bed. He encouraged me onto my back, pulling me to the edge of the bed and pulling my legs into the air, leaving my pussy completely open for his taking. As he plunged into me once again, Josh came up behind me on his knees, grabbed my feet from Tom, and pushed his cock into my mouth. With each stroke from Tom into my pussy, I found myself pushed back again, taking more of Josh’s cock into my mouth.



I squealed and moaned beneath the two men, coming to the edge of a huge orgasm as Tom began fingering my clit. Just before I came, they both pulled out of me and changed our position once more. They both stood on the floor, and I kneeled between them, taking a cock in each hand and sucking first one, then the other. They watched, obviously both enjoying this show, fondling my bouncing tits as I pleasured them.



When they were both rock-hard once more, it was time. No words were necessary, we all knew what we’d been moving towards. Tom climbed onto the bed once more, lying down on his back, his cock jutting up from his body. I followed, straddling him as I had done before, and lowered myself onto him. We began a slow, steady rhythm, and I let my weight fall against Tom’s, my breasts touching his chest, exposing my virgin ass to my boyfriend.



Josh squeezed lube onto his fingers and began squeezing first one, then two into my tight little asshole, as I writhed beneath him in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Before long, the pain was gone, I relaxed, and I hissed over my shoulder that I was ready for him to take me. Tom stopped moving, holding his cock deep inside my pussy to allow Josh to enter me. Needing no further encouragement, Josh plunged into me in one fast motion.



I screamed out, then quickly began pleading for them both to fuck me a little harder, a little faster, a little harder, a little faster, until finally I couldn’t speak, overwhelmed with the combination of sensations in my pussy and ass. My orgasm was long and deep, and I rode it out as Josh shot his load in my ass and Tom pulled out of me and covered my stomach in his cum, just as he’d left my chin dripping a few hours earlier.



I collapsed to the bed, one man on each side of me, and thanked my lucky stars for the most exciting, and definitely most unusual, Valentine’s Day – well, night – of my life.

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