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February 14th 2008, Valentines Day

I watched her through hooded eyes as she slipped into the bedroom, and then tried to control the grin I felt growing on my lips when I saw what she was wearing.

Fuck, she's still capable of giving me a hard-on I thought as I watched her full, round breasts moving under the diaphanous, ivory colored, silk babydoll she was wearing. To her husband of fourteen years her already hard, dark pink, half dollar sized nipples indicated her excitement, the wetness I knew I'd find when I explored through the trimmed triangle of blond pubic hair that highlighted her sex.

"Wake up sleepy head," she whispered in my ear even as one of her hands lightly touched my nipple, actually tweaked it before she moved it lower.

Christ after all these years together she can read every nerve in my body I thought as I felt her tongue probe wetly into my ear. I was already hardening, lengthening when she closed her soft palm around my penis.

I groaned, then arched my body in a languorous stretch before I opened my eyes slowly.

"I know you're awake," she accused in her sexiest voice.

"Do you?" I asked my ex-wife. Mind you she didn't know yet that her status had changed from loving wife to ex. Today was the 14th of February 2008, St. Valentines Day, the day for lovers, the day I was going to tell her her new status. But before I did I was going to sample the charms of the unfaithful bitch for one last time.

"Daddy's cock is so big today," she whispered huskily, "does daddy want to put his penis in mommy?"

"Suck it," I ordered her harshly, then put my hand on the back of her head and slowly forced it down toward my straining prick.

"Is this my Valentines candy?" she asked leering, then she stuck out her tongue and flicked a drop of cream from its tip.

"Jesus," I moaned as my hips involuntarily tightened, lifting my ass from the sheets.

"Daddy's big lollipop," she said between licks of her moist tongue that trailed wetly from the thick base of my shaft right up and over the ridge that separated my prick's Valentine heart shaped cockhead from the piston that supported it.

"Suck it bitch," I ordered as each of my hands grabbed a handful of her long, silky blond hair.

The slut still hadn't realized that something was wrong, that within an hour her world would be turned upside down. I let my eyes rove over her still stunning thirty-three year old body as her head bobbed in my lap, making me wonder for just a second if I'd made a mistake. Because, even after all the crap I'd silently endured for the last eight months, I knew I'd always want her. Fuck that, I thought as I tightened my grip on her hair and violently pulled her head off my cock.

"What baby? You don't want to cum in mommy's mouth today?"

I simply threw her to her back and rolled on top of her, then drove deeply between the engorged lips of her cunt in one brutal push.

She cried out in protest at the attack but was ready when I made a second and even deeper thrust. She had her ankles locked behind my back by the time I'd pumped my prick into her for the fifth time, then was moaning, urging me on as I started to rhythmically pound inside her.

"Slut ... bitch ... cock sucker," I yelled as my orgasm approached, language which just seemed to excite her more.

"Hurry baby ... HURRRRY ... I'M READY," she suddenly screamed as her back stiffened and arched off the bed.

And then it didn't matter what I thought of her. The sudden tightening, then the first release, almost painful but also euphoric, then feeling my sperm as it hurtled down my shaft and then splashed violently deep into her vagina. And then again ... again ... fuck again ... Her cunt was tight around him, pulsing as I bucked my creamy spunk into her.

I finally rolled off her, lay panting on my back, gasping, my anger almost drained from me.

Still hungry the bitch straddled me, her now bright pink, exposed sex leaking cum down onto my stomach. She threw her head back and yelled, sending her long blond hair swinging in a wild, mesmerizing dance. "Giddee up big boy, mama's in the saddle now, show me what you got," she urged as she slapped my butt like a jockey might whip his steed towards the finish line.

Looking up into her face for a second I saw the face that had seduced me so easily so many years before. Two babies and fourteen years later she could still pass for the coed I'd fallen in love with.

I saw her for the first time on September 14th, 1993, fourteen and a half years ago. We'd both been eighteen years old.

She was one of those rich girls, the daughter of a Wall Street tycoon— I was the son of the Irish working class, I'd needed a scholarship.

I was a virgin — she, it turned out, wasn't.

Both freshmen, we'd been on campus just seven days...

September 14th, 1993, Middlebury College, Vermont

It was just one of those Freshman Week social gatherings, a party that had brought together half of our class to meet and mix. A class that was made up of the sons and daughters of the ruling class with a few scholarship students like me thrown in. They didn't take us because of our brains — hell the school had a good enough reputation that if it wanted to it could fill itself up with just smart, rich kids. No, the working class kids like me (and the token Latinos and Blacks) were wanted to expose these private school kids to the kinds of people they'd rule for the rest of their lives.

I'd been asking myself all week why the hell I'd enrolled at this snotty college filled with little snob bitches and preppy assholes. That is until I saw her!

It was her blond hair that had first drawn my attention that night, swinging like a golden halo around her head as she turned from one rapt Middlebury boy to the next. Although surrounded by these fawning, potential beaus, I could see at a glance that even in this company she was someone special. It wasn't just her beauty (and she was beautiful), nor the way she was dressed, nor the regal way she carried herself. She had something else, a sexual charisma that effortlessly drew the eyes of every boy in the room. And it was clear to me as I watched her that she was aware of her power and would readily exploit it. She pissed me off even as she excited me.

I found myself grinning at the way she played the crowd around her even as my virgin penis hardened in my pants. And then she looked up and caught me. Just for a second I caught the question in her eyes, 'what's he laughing at' before she dismissed me and flicked her eyes back to the group around her.

An hour later as I stood waiting for a beer at the bar I felt an elbowing nudge in my back and turning my head found my blond friend.

"Oh sorry ... I didn't see you," she said imperiously as she slipped in front of me. Then she looked me up and down, a slow appraising glance that was exceedingly rude coming from a classmate and someone my own age.

Fuck her I thought. "Yeah, I did read that you had trouble seeing ... I think they said you had suffered some rare childhood ocular disease," I said as I lightly nudged her aside and put my arm on the bar.

"What? You read about me? Where?"

"Yes ma'am," I said as I turned towards the bartender and signaled to him with my finger.

"Ma'am? I'm a student ... here ... at Middlebury you imbec..."

"Nice try miss ... I saw you giving your autograph to those guys," I interrupted without looking at her.

"I'm a freshman ... in Hopwell," she insisted, referring to a residence on campus.

"C'mon, I know you're Miss August ... I saw the picture spread." I said as I turned and let my eyes zero in on her chest.

"WHAAAAAAT!"

"But you don't look that bad in clothes either ma'am ... are you here promoting some product? Beer? Are you giving out condoms?" I asked as I slowly ran my eyes up and down her curves.

"I'm a student you dolt ... from New York City ... Manhattan ... you have heard of it haven't you? My name is Victoria Penelope Smyth-Worthington. I'm in Fine Arts!"

"Is that your stage name? Could you sign this napkin for me," I asked feigning a boyish, leering enthusiasm.

"Do you even go to this school? What's your name?" she asked in a tone that the most officious Dean of Students would have trouble matching.

"O'Scouries ma'am, Patrick O'Scouries."

"You're Irish?"

"From Brooklyn miss ... we're sorta neighbors. You can call me Paddy ma'am," I offered with a smile.

She sneered at my suggestion that we could possibly be neighbors, she looked as though she doubted we were from the same planet. "You're a student here?"

"Can I call you sometime?" I asked, ignoring her question.

Stopping, she turned her head and asked, "Call me what?" She'd had a funny little smile on her lips when she'd spoken but it was her eyes that captured me, the challenge in them clear — Do you really think you're man enough for me?

"Call you what? Yeah that is a tough one ... I mean given your weird name," I said with a grin as I turned and moved away from her and back into the mob surrounding the bar.

"My weird name?" I heard her screech at my back.

"Hi ... is this Miss Vicki?" I asked, even though I'd recognized her voice. Her number had been easy to find in the student directory.

"No it is definitely not MISS VICKY ... Who is this? What time is it?"

"Paddy ... Patrick O'Scouries," I answered.

"Who?" I just laughed down the line in answer. "The boy from the party?" she finally asked.

"You know in that Penthouse article they said you were pretty smart."

"Fuck you!" But she hadn't hung up! And I'd heard the curiosity in her voice.

"Do you know why I'm calling?" I asked.

"Because you have a sleep disorder? What time is it anyway?"

"Three fifty-seven a.m. Eastern Daylight Saving Time," I replied after checking my watch.

"You're nuts. Where are you?"

"Across the street."

"From where," she asked.

"From the Hopwell Residence for Unwed Women," I answered.

"You are?" then after a couple of seconds silence she said, "Where? I don't see you?"

"The phone box ... where are you?"

"Look to your right ... second floor," she instructed. I looked up and quickly spotted her standing in the middle of the large plate glass window. She was wearing a short little white nightie that stopped at mid thigh.

"Hi," I said into the phone as I waved up at her.

"So what do you want?" she said impatiently.

"Do you want to go get a pizza or something?"

"Are you crazy? It's the middle of the night. I was sleeping." But I'd caught the hint of amusement in her voice.

"I like your pajamas," I answered.

"Pajamas? This is a House of Versace Italian lace, embroidered chemise that I bought in Paris you twit. But I don't suppose you know where Paris is, do you Paddy?"

Twit? "Is that the town down in Texas little missy?" I snapped back.

"Paris, France you ass!"

"Throw it down."

"Throw what down?" Victoria asked and then, "Why?"

"I've never touched a garment from the House of Versaaaacee," I answered with a grin.

"So I should throw a three hundred dollar Couturier creation out my window because some hick from Brooklyn has never seen one."

"I'd also get to see you naked ... which wouldn't be all bad. Are you really a blond?"

She looked down at me for seconds without replying, then suddenly slipped the straps off her shoulders and let her nightie fall to the floor. Then she flicked on a lamp and then walked right up to the window and pushed her body against the glass. "Well?" she finally demanded.

She was definitely a blond! "I'm a virgin," I said softly down the line as the realization hit me that I'd just fallen in love with this girl

She stared right down at me, pushing her eyes into mine across the twenty yards that separated us. "Show me your penis"

"My penis?"

"You do have one don't you?" she demanded.

And so I lowered my zipper and fished around and finally pulled out my cock, which proved relatively difficult given its state of full erection.

"Do you always get hard-ons when you're on the phone?" she asked, a new huskiness in her voice.

"Only with dumb blonds," I answered as I grabbed my penis in my left hand and started to wave it.

"Are you really a virgin?" I nodded my head, then my cock. "I'll meet you at the front door in thirty seconds," she ordered, then the phone went dead.

I was waiting at the locked, glass front door of the Residence, my cock still hanging out, when she appeared on the opposite side of the lobby. Still naked! She stood watching me through the glass for seconds, her eyes flicking back and forth between my face and penis, almost as though she was trying to decide between yes and no.

"People get arrested for that," she said pointing at my cock after she'd finally opted for opening the door.

"I better put it somewhere where no one can see it then," I answered.

"Yes, I think you'd better," she agreed as her left hand closed around my shaft.

And then I, Patrick O'Scouries, an eighteen year old virgin, pulled Victoria Penelope into my arms while her hand directed my cock into the most perfect spot it had ever been. Impaled, I walked her over to the glass door where, standing up, I proceeded to pump my penis into her until, for the first time in my life, I splashed my sperm deep into a woman's pussy.

Finished, but still hard and deep inside her, her legs still wrapped around my waist, I stood smiling crazily at her.

"What are you smiling at?" she demanded, but in a tone that was more happy than angry.

"Thank you," I finally whispered.

"What? Oh ... so it was..."

"Perfect," I finished for her.

"You weren't that bad yourself ... for a novice anyway. In fact ... pretty good," she conceded.

"Do you think we could do it again?" I asked.

"I think you already are," she said, then giggled as she looked down between our bodies to where my penis was half buried in her vagina. We ended up on the couch in the lobby, both of us butt naked, me pounding wildly into her while she screamed out her pleasure. It was a miracle (or the fact that Middlebury was a rich school and had spent a fortune on soundproofing) that no one interrupted us or called the cops. I lasted much longer the second time! And I was one hundred percent sure, as I watched her panting at my side after we'd finished, that Miss Victoria Penelope Smyth-Worthington had no complaints about the Irish boy from Brooklyn.

"C'mon," she finally urged, grabbing me by the penis as she stood, "we'll go to my room." From which we didn't leave for the next forty-eight hours.

So I lost my virginity to a girl I knew nothing about, and had just met, in the lobby of a college residence in my first week at university, my first week away from home. And somehow got incredibly lucky. Or so I believed at the time.

We fell in love. Impossibly in love. Shit, I'll admit it - it was the sex at first, nothing but the sex. We were like two animals that first couple of weeks. We made love in the library, in the stacks between the high rows of leathered volumes ... on the college's common at midnight ... fucked under the shower in the women's locker room in the Athletics Center ... on a professor's desk after a Philosophy lecture ... and of course in our rooms.

We were a perfect match — it was only years later that I realized we were extraordinarily super sexed, that what we were doing wasn't just normal sexual behavior. There was no shyness, no embarrassment as we coupled. Relatively naïve by today's standards (pre Internet) we innocently tried every sexual position that occurred to us. Anal, oral, bondage — whatever popped into our heads was acted on. Enjoyed by two lusty teens.

And yet it didn't turn out to be one of those two week college flings. Yes, in many ways she was the rich bitch who I'd normally hate, but she was also smart. Somebody who forced you to think before you opened your mouth on a topic. Who'd whimper as you rode her but who'd cut you apart if your arguments lacked thought.

She was different than the girls I'd known in high school. Confident ... funny ... forever surprising me with her originality, her intellect. I fell for her hard. I'm not sure what she saw in me but she fell just as hard for me. And so as that fall passed we became both lovers and friends.

"Well, I guess I better take you home to meet the family," she told me one night in late October.

"They probably won't like me."

"That's for sure Mr. O'Scouries," she agreed with a grin on her face, "but if you think you're going to marry me without meeting them you're crazy. We'll go next weekend, everyone's going to be at the big house on the island." She'd already described the family 'house on the island' to me, it apparently was a fifty room mansion far out in the Hampton's that the Worthington clan used as a summer residence and for special occasions.

"Marry you? Who's the crazy one?" I kidded, pretending the idea had never crossed my mind.

"It'll be the luckiest day of your life," she crowed.

"Well I don't know about me but at least you'd get a normal name out of the deal ... just think, Vikkiiii O'Scouries," I said laughing as I tousled her hair.

"Hah! You'll have to take my name you nut," she promised laughing as she pushed my hand away.

And so, a week later, after much cajoling by my love, I was led to the slaughter. No, it really wasn't that bad. Yes, they were a bunch of right wing Republicans who believed that all union members were communists. And that somehow they had earned every one of the millions of dollars they controlled even though they'd inherited most of it. That the poor were lazy ... that the immigrant tide had to be stopped (even though they employed teams of illegal aliens as cooks and gardeners and chauffeurs) ... that capital punishment was absolutely necessary ... that God was white and had voted for Ronald Reagan...

But, even though everything they represented and believed in was diametrically opposite of just about everything I believed in, by and large they were a pretty nice group of people. Which is always the problem with labels — no matter their class, or religion, or color, or ethnic origin, most people are pretty nice and have much the same concerns and hopes as the rest of us.

Mind you there are real bastards in every crowd! And sixty-two year old Reginald Andrew Smyth-Worthington, who was clearly the biggest prick I'd ever met — good old Reggie, who happened to be only five foot, four inches tall, also happened to be Victoria's father. He hated me ... and the feelings were mutual.

... We visited my parents for Thanksgiving. Victoria didn't particularly like Brooklyn but surprisingly she got along well with my dad and mom.

... We each went home alone for the Christmas holidays but I was invited to spend the week after Christmas and right up to New Years at the Worthington's Manhattan town house. And I got down on my knees and asked Vikki to marry me just seconds after 1994 dawned. Sweet girl that she was she hiked up her skirt and insisted I perform cunnilingus on her before she'd give me her answer. Then she screamed out her acceptance as her orgasm washed through her.

Reggie was a tougher sell! My wife-to-be reported that I'd been called everything from a low life piece of Black Irish scum to a gold digger out to steal the families millions. Then he got really ugly!

But with her mothers tacit support and my parents backing we simply started preparations and so, on June 1st 1994, after our freshman year, both of us nineteen, we married in a much fancier ceremony than I'd have liked but a much smaller one that the usual Worthington blowout.

My daughter Abigail was born in September of that same year. We juggled married life and baby with jobs and university life. My parents helped and Victoria had various trust funds to draw on. We were happy — happy in a way only a young couple in love can be happy. Two years later we had a second daughter — Bernadette.

We both graduated in May 1997. Returned to New York City. I had an idea and started a company that filled a small niche in what eventually became the Internet boom. Slowly we prospered. Bought a larger house in 2000. Vikki, her family background an in, joined the Women's Auxiliary of the Metropolitan Museum and did other volunteer work.

We bought a place of our own on the north shore of the island in 2003 — a place just for the O'Scouries — where when we wanted we could get away from the Smyth-Worthington madness.

By 2007 my daughters were growing into beautiful and loved young girls ... my business was flourishing and offers to buy me out arrived almost daily ... my wife and I were in love ... the sex between us was still extraordinary ... we had a perfect life ... until...

June 2007

What caused it? Was there one action, one spoken word that gave birth to it? Or was it just the accumulation of a hundred small, almost imperceptible clues that had filtered slowly into my unconscious brain until finally it bubbled up as a conscious thought?

Looking back now I can't say, all I can say is that sometime last June it was suddenly there. An idea rejected by me at first ... shit, we'd been happily married for thirteen plus years ... our sex life could only be described as spectacularly successful and full.

Hell not everything was perfect with our married life — anyone who's been married as long as we had knows that there are bad days as well as good. Small arguments ... irritants ... unkind words...

But the sex had never been a problem ... never! From that first night in the lobby of Hopwell Hall, from the second my thick cock had slipped inside of her, stretching her moist, welcoming tightness, it had been perfect.

And, as the weeks had turned into months, and then the months into years, that reality had never changed. The two of us were highly sexed animals whose hunger for each other had never varied. Ten years into our marriage we still were making love every day and often twice a day. The possibility of sexual infidelity by my wife should have been the farthest thing from my mind.

But once that ugly nugget of suspicion is born it becomes impossible to ignore.

It grows ... slowly at first ... then every action, every word your partner makes suddenly takes on a new and disturbing meaning. You try and shake it off but it's always there, growing ... and growing...

Late August 2007

It took me two months before I finally acted.

He was ex-Special Forces, ex-Army Intelligence, a guy who'd left the Service of his country at forty-five and had started Briggs Security, a company that had grown over the last ten years into a regional leader in the fields of Internet Security, Executive Protection and Employee Screening. My company had awarded his company significant contracts over the years and so it was to him that I turned to when I wanted someone to investigate my wife. We weren't friends but over the years had built up a respect for each other.

"I usually don't do this kind of work," he demurred when I broached the subject on a steamy late August afternoon.

"I need someone I trust," I'd answered.

"Personal surveillance in expensive ... it can take months ... it can turn ugly," he explained impersonally.

But I finally convinced him to do it, then he spent an hour questioning me about every aspect of my personal life.

And then all I could do was nervously wait.

October 30th 2007

I couldn't read him at all as he sat down opposite me after shaking my hand. He slowly put the thick file on my desk and then looked deep into my eyes. "I'm afraid your suspicions were correct Patrick," he started. "I'm sincerely sorry."

My stomach turned as I tried to keep my pain from my face.

I listened, broken hearted, as he led me through his report. "Mrs. O'Scouries had sexual liaisons with three men over the period of surveillance," he'd started.

"THREE?" I asked unbelievingly.

"The first rendezvous that we observed occurred on September 12th, with a certain James R. Black."

"Jimmy Black?" I asked, thinking it couldn't be the guy we'd both known back when we were at Middlebury. Christ, I hadn't heard his name in years.

"Apparently he and your wife have had a relatively long term love affair," he explained as he passed over sheet after sheet of evidence. I was hardly listening.

"We have pictures ... I'm not sure if you'll want to see them," he said but then when I held out my hand he simply handed them to me. He said nothing as I flipped aimlessly through them.

"The others?" I finally asked.

"September 27th. Greg Davis ... a barman at the Big Apple Brasserie."

"A barman?"

"We believe it was just a random pickup sir ... a one time thing."

"Random ... But ... Why?" I stammered.

"We believe it was a spur of the moment thing ... she just took a sudden fancy to him and took him back to your house."

Spur of the fucking moment? Where were my daughters as she was doing her random spurring?

The third was a teacher at my daughters' school. From their eavesdropping on the lovers the Detective Agency believed that the two were meeting for the third time over the last two years.

"I don't understand," I finally murmured as the detectives narrative finally ended.

"I'm sorry sir," he responded sincerely but I couldn't help but think that behind his façade was both pity and scorn for the man who let his wife turn him into a cuckold.

After he'd left I drove out to our family weekend retreat on the north shore of the island, a retreat we'd bought four years earlier so we'd have someplace private and away from the Worthingtons, and then I proceeded to get drunk after I'd called home and told my loving wife that I'd be out of town on business for three or four days.

Do you divorce her? Kill her? Kill yourself? Become another sensational story for the Post? You better believe that I thought about it! And cried. And got drunker. And kept asking myself why? OK, I could have understood it if our sex life was shitty ... if we'd stopped doing it or something. If I couldn't get a hard-on anymore. But Christ, we did it every day, often two times a day ... and my wife loved every second of our matings ... shit, she would have to have been the greatest actress in the world if she wasn't enjoying them.

I studied the detectives report, checking the dates of her cheating against my own schedule that I easily accessed on my Blackberry. I'd been in town all three days! Knew I'd made love to her all three days. And yet I hadn't had a fucking clue.

I'd resolved that I'd have to divorce her by the time I finally got in my car and headed back to town three days later. Not immediately but soon I thought as I drove, knowing I had to decide about a hundred things before I jumped. My daughters ... money ... the company ... the houses ... fuck her if she thought she was going to get a dime out of me I said to myself as I drove.

And so my life returned to a superficial normalcy over the next few weeks as I started to plot and plan.

And then the other shoe dropped...

Xmas 2007

I found them in a shoe box (under three others) on the top shelf of the cupboard of the room my wife had spent her teenage years in. I really hadn't set out to find any more evidence — it was just an accidental discovery fueled by my boredom and curiosity.

We were spending the week after Christmas at the Smyth-Worthington's, something we'd done for the last ten years. Christmas day at home with just the four of us, Victoria, the two girls and I, then the twenty-sixth we descended on my in-laws. Not my favorite week of the year but what the hell — marriage demands some small sacrifices.

And so, on the afternoon of the twenty-eighth, I'd found myself alone and bored in the Smyth-Worthington Manhattan townhouse after a variety of chores and excursions had emptied the house of the whole clan.

They were exquisitely bound in red Moroccan leather, small four by six inch books with intricate gold clasps. There were five of them. Although locked the mechanism that held them shut was clearly meant more for decoration than it was designed to prevent someone serious about it from opening them.

I didn't hesitate. Fuck it ... why should I. Just some silly, female teenage musings is what I expected. The first page had just four lines:

VICTORIA PENELOPE SMYTH-WORTHINGTON O'SCOURIES

MY SEXUAL LIFE

VOLUME TWO

AUGUST 1993-JANUARY 1996

What the fuck??? I quickly opened the other four — Volumes three, four, five, six. Volume Six ended at December 31st 2006. I stared at them for minutes before I picked up Volume Two again. I wondered where Volume One was.

Turning the page I was faced with:

AUGUST 28TH 1993

GREGORY MASON (con't from vol. 1)

Rating: 22

As it turned out the description of her afternoon with Gregory that I found on the two facing pages was quite brief. He had already made an appearance in Volume One so that much of the background on this gentleman was omitted. I figured out later that her rating system was based on a scale of one to one hundred so that Gregory's performance clearly hadn't been exceptional.

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I have been racking my brain for weeks trying to think of the perfect Valentines Day gift for my husband Rich. He already has just about every toy for just about every hobby you can think of. It’s been a tough year and our relationship has suffered a little. I often think about the closeness we once shared and want so much to feel that once again with him. Rich is a wonderful man and I want to give him the perfect gift, if any man deserved it, it is Rich. Last night was girls...

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Dear Diary Valentines Day 9th grade

Hi all: If you have read any of my post you would know that I have been keeping a diary since I was eight years old and I go back and read them often. It is fitting that I came across this entry yesterday seeing it was valentines day (and yes I did have a date yesterday mater of fact 2 of them one for lunch and one for dinner, How much candy can a GURL eat LOL )Anyway. In 9th grade one of the boys who I serviced often passed me a note asking if he could take me out for Valentines day. My...

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A Valentines day surprise fiction repost

Valentines day was around the corner and all of my friends would be spending it with their girlfriends. I was going to spend it at home alone again. They decided to set me up on a blind date. I knew that resistance to this idea was futile so I agreed to go on this date. They and their girlfriends knew someone in my exact position and felt she needed a date also. I told them to have her meet me at Bertinelli's at seven. I also told them that I'd be wearing a black tuxedo. I got to the restaurant...

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A Valentines surprise fiction

Valentines day was around the corner and all of my friends would be spending it with their girlfriends. I was going to spend it at home alone again. They decided to set me up on a blind date. I knew that resistance to this idea was futile so I agreed to go on this date. They and their girlfriends knew someone in my exact position and felt she needed a date also. I told them to have her meet me at Bertinelli's at seven. I also told them that I'd be wearing a black tuxedo. I got to the restaurant...

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VALENTINES DAY

(Allen) After watching Ashlyn's plane take off I walked back to my car to return home. I couldn't help but to have a few tears streaming down my cheek as I walked with my head down. As I walked I asked myself "what have I done"? "How did I let this happen"? "Did I ruin my daughter's life"? As I sat down in my car I just held the wheel thinking about the hot sex we just had before she left back to college. I had to admit to myself that my own daughter was the best fuck of my life. But I knew one...

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Valentines

You know I'm going to say what every single person out there is thinking but lack the testicular fortitude to say. I fucking hate Valentines Day. I'm not even sure if I hate it worse when I'm single or when I'm in a relationship. I mean sure when I'm in single I have to look around at all the happy couples, I have to watch girls go crazy as they get flowers delivered to the office. I have to watch guys nervously make last second arrangements and of course I have to face the fact that everybody...

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Valentines Gift

Introduction: A present for a special Valentine GIFT FOR VALENTINES DAY It all started a few months ago when we went to the doctors office and my wife met Dr Miller. One look at Dr Miller and you knew she preferred women. She had very short and neatly trimmed blonde hair. She stood about 55 and 110 pounds. She carried herself like a man but had just enough feminism to know she was a woman. The cute Dr made my wife stop and notice, as I soon found out why. My wife asked me when we left if I...

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my sister sexslave emily valentines day

this is a story for my sister emily who is a nasty whore that likes rough,hardcore, dirty sex. sometimes emily and I write stories together but I wrote this on just for her. emily is a nasty fuck toy whore that likes the kind of sex described in this story My sister/sexslave Emily Yesterday afternoon I went to my sister Emilys house to keep her company since her husband is out of town on business for the week. We decided to have dinner around eight o"clock. After dinner Emily said she...

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449 Staceyyour valentines story

449 [Cb36] Stacey....your valentines story! My mate who I`ve known on here for a while , he tells me he has a wife with a lovely nature and a nice enough figure, me I have never met her, but I`ve offered to write this story for him as a valentines gift. Only for them, I and they know who they really are, though now we thousands can share it! All I really know of the lady is she`s a 5ft 9 inch, brunette, and that they have been married 30 years, and she met him (or he her dependent on your...

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my sistersexslave emily happy valentines day emmy

hey Emily this is your little brother. I wrote this story for you to let you know how much I want to shove my cock down your throat and up your asshole. I heard you talking to your bestfriend telling her about the rough sex you've been having so here is a fantasy for you.this is a story for my sister emily who is a nasty whore that likes rough,hardcore, dirty sex. sometimes emily and I write stories together but I wrote this on just for her. emily is a nasty fuck toy whore that likes the kind...

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Valentines Panties

“If you like them so much you wear them,” Sara quipped, flinging the red silk panties across the bed.I should explain that in my hurry to buy her some Valentines lingerie, I had overlooked her size requirements. Sara was always fussy about her underwear, everything had to match and fit perfectly. Not only that, but she valued comfort over style. In an attempt to appeal to her more slutty side, I had been seduced by the usual man-made red silk set, complete with suspenders and stockings.“You...

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Sweet Valentines Kisses

You watched the oven intently as the chocolate hardened in the metal shells and you waited for them to be ready for the sweet caramel filling you had prepared. Once that was done they were to be topped with white chocolate. As always the smell was mouth-watering as I waited for your sweet Valentines Kisses to be ready. I looked at you and noticed the stains of sugar and chocolate on your apron. As you eased the heavy tray into the cold room and stood up I came up behind you and circled your...

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Changes in Latitudes Valentines

It has been a tough time since He was laid off the day after thanksgiving. We were fighting like cats and dogs lately, and I was beginning to wonder if we would make it to Valentines day. It seemed every piece of mail or phone call caused Him to want to run away from the world, and Me to end up in tears. At night we dreamed of an island paradise where it stayed a balmy 70 degrees, surrounded by water, like a Jimmy Buffet song. I knew something had to be done soon. Valentines day was fast...

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Special Valentines Day With Girlfriend

Hi, I am Rohit working in Pune, 25 years of age. I am 6ft tall with athletic built, fair looking and handsome that’s what girls say. This is my personal experience on Valentines Day this year with my gf her name is Pie(Name changed) Let me tell you about her she is 5’3″ tall and very beautiful having a curvacious body with a figure of 32 28 32. She is damn sexy with curves at right places fair in complexion. Her best feature is her lips she has a very kissbale lips , whenever I see her I want...

2 years ago
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UK Valentines Day to Remember

I wanted to get my beautiful wife something special for Valentines Day. She certainly deserved it. Not only is my Claire drop-dead gorgeous (in a girl next door sort of way): 5'-2"; soft, long honey-coloured hair; blazing blue eyes; and killer smile, but she is also a terrific lover. Even at 37, Claire has worked hard to keep the same firm figure she had when she was in 6th Form.She puts up with a lot. I'm very career oriented right now with my own startup business. Even though I travel all the...

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Valentines Day

Valentines Day By [email protected] have been dating a woman named Judy for several months. I really like her and we seem to have a lot in common. We haven't gotten really physical yet. At the end of dates we have kissed and fooled around a lot, but haven't actually made love yet. I send her special email and email cards on holidays, and even on her birthday.Lately, Judy has gotten on my case because I haven't gotten her any gifts. Well, my work keeps me very busy. I work all day and a...

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Angies Valentines Baby

Tuesday, February 10th 2009, Chicago, Illinois 1 Chez Paris Lingerie Emporium 2:30 pm "Can I help you?" There's a friendly, almost sweet, teenage lilt in the voice that wafts over my shoulder. "I'm browsing," I answer as turning, I look up from the frilly panties in my hands into the eyes of one of the most beautiful girls I've ever seen. An almost overpowering erotic innocence seems to be emanating from her. "Brrrr ... ooow ... zing," I stutter as my eyes finally break contact with...

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Richs Valentines Gift

I have been racking my brain for weeks trying to think of the perfect Valentines Day gift for my husband Rich. He already has just about every toy for just about every hobby you can think of. It’s been a tough year and our relationship has suffered a little. I often think about the closeness we once shared and want so much to feel that once again with him. Rich is a wonderful man and I want to give him the perfect gift, if any man deserved it, it is Rich. Last night was girls night out and I...

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14 Days of Valentines

Maria loved teaching school and she loved her children. She had not given birth to them, but she was given the privilege of helping to raising them just the same. Maria’s students were all excited about the coming Valentine’s Day holiday. Unlike the other holidays throughout the calendar year, Valentine’s Day was special. It held no religious overtones for them. Any previous religious connotations or possible ancient beliefs were long lost in the passage of time. What remained was a short,...

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Valentines Airport Delay

I took another look at the instant message from Mark. ‘Bastard!’ I muttered to myself under my breath. The queue for the wine bar shuffled forward as a middle aged couple were shown to a table. At this rate it would be half an hour before I could get a drink. Not that I particularly wanted to start drinking at two o’clock in the afternoon. But the choices in Terminal C were limited, McDonalds, Starbucks or the Wine Bar. I had already consumed two espressos. The wine bar was the only acceptable...

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Valentines Airport Delay

I took another look at the instant message from Mark. "Bastard!" I muttered to myself under my breath. The queue for the wine bar shuffled forward as a middle aged couple were shown to a table. At this rate it would be half an hour before I could get a drink. Not that I particularly wanted to start drinking at two o'clock in the afternoon. But the choices in Terminal C were limited; McDonalds, Starbucks or the Wine Bar. I had already consumed two espressos. The wine bar was the only acceptable...

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Valentines day gift

It all started a few months ago when we went to the doctor’s office and my wife met Dr Miller. One look at Dr Miller and you knew she preferred women. She had very short and neatly trimmed blonde hair. She stood about 5’5” and 110 pounds. She carried herself like a man but had just enough feminism to know she was a woman. The cute Dr made my wife stop and notice, as I soon found out why. My wife asked me when we left if I thought Dr Miller was cute? I told her yes and she replied, “ I thought...

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The Perfect Valentines Present

It’s coming up to valentines day and I don’t have a clue what gift to buy for my fiancé this year, I want it to be something extra special. A shopping trip is definitely in order. As I wonder around the high street looking at teddy bears and balloons I realise none of this stuff is good enough. After spending the whole afternoon looking all I have bought is a big card, but no present. In a last attempt I decide to trawl through the net looking for saucy ideas. For a giggle I decided to look...

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a valentines gift

A few years for valentines day my hubby bought me a vibrator, it was a standard one about 8inches long. That evening I was home from work early, i shower and slowly got dressed waiting for my husband to pick me up so we could go out for our valentines day dinner. In the days building up, I'd gone to the shops and bought a bright red lingerie set, which I wore that night to suprise him. But of course when he got home I had put a sexy black dress on to cover the lingerie while out at dinner.We...

2 years ago
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Valentines

Valentines By Cheryl Lynn This is a work of fiction and a follow up of my Eve stories. Please read them before this as it will make for a better story. I have resurrected and old character that I loved, Thelma Vitner from "A Christmas Story," which I thoroughly enjoyed. It may be downloaded for personal pleasure all other use prohibited unless approved by the author. If you do not enjoy forced feminization and humiliation, do not read. Again, this story is not for the squeamish and...

4 years ago
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After Valentines Day Treat

I had found a new girlfriend called Nancy, and now we had gone out on many dates.  I have grown to really enjoy her company and being with her, and we have many of the same likes and dislikes.  I like her so much that I don’t mind her wanting to spank me and having me wear this cock and ball harness.  The harness tends to keep me in an erect state and is somewhat embarrassing at times, but since I have grown to really love Nancy, I put up with it.  Also, now Nancy and I have exchanged house...

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A Valentines Promise

He had spent all day getting everything ready for the night ahead. There were candles everywhere, on the mantle, in the fireplace, on the window sills, and even on the floor. A small table was set in the middle of the room covered in a pale pink table cloth and covered with deep red rose petals. Next to the table was a bucket of chilled champagne to go with the dinner that he had prepared. There were also several vases full of roses of all colors on the other tables around the room. As the time...

3 years ago
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Valentines outdoor antics1

I had bought some suction cup toys online along with a black self bra with red roses stitched in it & matching pantie set for my girlfriend & as I work away i had them in the car when I got back from site to show her. She was wearing a tank-top & a skirt with a bikini on underneath in case we decided to go swimming instead. For Valentines day we decided to go to the only drive in movies in the state, we went to see the new triple x 3 movie in my BMW coupe. Part way through I got her to take...

1 year ago
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Modern Relations part 06 Valentines Day Master

“I’m home,” Alex yelled as she closed the door. “In the bedroom,” Kevin called distantly. Alex put her briefcase down on the fourier table, then headed to join her future husband. She thumbed her engagement ring, loving the novelty of it. Alex found Kevin toweling off his head leaving the rest of his lean muscular body wet. “Mm, dripping man. Just what I need,” she said, hugging his moist body from behind. “Careful, you’ll ruin your suit,” Kevin cautioned. “Casual Friday at work today,...

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Valentines day suprisex

my girlfriend is let’s say a little racist she says ew when she sees a black guys cock In porn so I thought I would give her a little treat this year on the holiday of romance. thanks to the help of a kind black gentleman I met online, a 35 year old african man with an 11 inche throbbing monster and I asked if he would help me out He was happy to help. 7:30pm valentines day night I walk my princess to his car she has a blindfold on and has no idea whats gonna happen I keep her from...

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Valentines outdoor antics

I had bought some suction cup toys online along with a self bra & matching pantie set for my girlfriend & as I work away i had them in the car when I got back from site to show her. She was wearing a tank-top & a skirt with a bikini on underneath in case we decided to go swimming instead. For Valentines day we decided to go to the only drive in movies in the state, we went to see the new triple x 3 movie in my BMW coupe. Part way through I got her to take off her bikini top &...

3 years ago
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Valentines day suprisex

my girlfriend is let's say a little racist she says ew when she sees a black guys cockIn porn so I thought I would give her a little treat this year on the holiday of romance.thanks to the help of a kind black gentleman I met online, a 35 year old african man withan 11 inche throbbing monster and I asked if he would help me out He was happy to help.7:30pm valentines day night I walk my princess to his car she has a blindfold on and has no ideawhats gonna happen I keep her from peeking on the...

3 years ago
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Happy Valentines Day

Its Valentines Day and I miss him so much. I chatted with him today and I could sense he was missing his favorite juicy booty. I wanted to do something special for him even though he was so far away. We made plans to skype later on that night. Misty and I also had plans to meet for dinner and drinks because our men were away for the holiday. We went to dinner and had a few drinks and flirted with a few men and danced a bit. We were just being flirty good girls and then we decided to head home...

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A Wild Valentines Day

It was during a break at school, I think it was around valentines day, it was on a Wednesday afternoon. My last class was over and I was headed back to my dorm room, not many of my fellow classmates wanted to be seen with me during daylight. I had entered my room when there was a slight knock at my door, not concerned, I swung the door open and stood there in shock as three of the new freshman class pushed pass me and closed the door. I asked '...what the fu-- are you doing...' the last guy, a...

3 years ago
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Valentines Day paid up fuck fest

Samantha was a slut, not just your average slut, but a whore like no other, known around town as "the bus" because anyone could get on and take a ride, this was a special kind of slut. Jake liked that about her, in fact, it was what he liked best about her. When Jake and Sam started to see each other they made a deal, she could fuck other people, and lots of them, but only when Jake told her to, she was his, his slave and his fuck whore.Jake would make her pick up girls in clubs, take her to...

3 years ago
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Valentines day in the city

It was valentines day and we had nothing but $20 to our name,but I was determined to make this the best one yet! You see we've been together for about 8 years and the past ones weren't exactly the best.I head over to the computer and print out addresses and directions I wanted to take him tonight. I don't have a DL,so he would be doing all of the driving. First stop is the movie Tavern. I order chicken tenders,and he orders chilli cheese fries. We went to see Safe House with Denzel,but of...

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Valentines Gift for My Lady

Her Valentines Gift By Brenda Her long flowing chestnut brown hair mixed with my long brown hair as we passionately embraced on the king-size four poster bed. I would catch a glimpse or two as I peered up between kisses. Mostly I saw her bright red lips as they neared my pink painted lips. She nibbled gently on my soft lips before driving her tongue into my mouth. Kissing me deeply as the temperature in me rose. She caressed my face with her beautifully manicured hand as she...

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Valentines Day

She’d lost track of the amount of couples holding single red roses as she waited for her boyfriend, Elijah, to come pick her up for their big ‘Valentines Day Date’. Tessa had been watching people cross The Promenade for over an hour counting the couples that were supposed to be her and Elijah. “God damn it! Where the hell are you, Elijah!? You were supposed to be here over an hour ago!” Tessa yelled at nothing in particular. She was in her, and his, favorite dress, a silk black slinky thing...

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Valentines Gift

For Valentines day my lover asked me what I wanted and I had told her just to surprise me with anything as I don't really consider Valentines day a day for guys to get gifts. I figured I would get a blowjob like years past and I was happy with that. The gift I received was more than I could image though. It didn't include another woman or a 3-some that most guys dream about. Rather I found myself tied to the bed that night with a blindfold over my eyes. I felt my fiance reaching into my pants...

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Sex in a Carpark on Valentines Day

She put her hand on my thigh, real close to my dick and said "What about your wife?" I looked at her and told her she is my wife but your friend as well and it is best we keep her out of it. The next few seconds passed by like years and she finally leaned over and said lets keep her out of this and asked me to meet her in the car park when my wife was back. Fuck! It's Valentines day, again ! Having been with my wife for over 5 years I know what she wants and how to get it arranged for her. Same...

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Valentines Day Dinner

There is no sex in this story, hence non-erotic. It is a short story but I hope you find it to be a good read. * I was sitting on the couch watching a ball game when I knew something was up. My twin thirteen year old daughters came in the room smiling and each sat beside me. ‘Ok girls, what are you two up to now?’ Kerry and Sherry were the loves of my life. When I talk to them they often talk at the same time and even finish each others sentences. They have double teamed me for years...

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Valentines Day0

Lissa sat next to Paul and Ahmeed sat next to me, when he turned to speak to me I was fascinated by his neck muscles dancing as he spoke. But I really was annoyed and was ready to dump Paul and leave there and then, he could see that I was about to explode and he leaned across, touched my hand with his fingers and whispered, "Please Sam, this is my Valentine present to you, just feel how big he is and he’s all yours for the evening". I was still pissed but looked at Ahmeed and put my hand...

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A Lifetime of Valentines

‘Happy Valentine’s Day Maddie,’ I said softly as I leaned over and kissed my wife of forty-nine years. Maddie was oblivious. Morphine did that to a person, morphine and the last stages of cancer. ‘And Happy Anniversary,’ I added, kissing her again. I couldn’t stop the tear from falling and landing on her cheek. I wiped it, but another took its place. ‘I put your roses on the credenza near the window,’ I said, sitting in the chair I’d come to think of my own over the last month. It only...

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My Three Valentines

I had gone to bed a little groggy the night before, assisted by some Jim Beam and sheer fatigue, as I had worked one hell of a day at Winthrop and Associates, a top-notch advertising firm, before I got home for a Valentine’s Day date with Shelly, my wife of just one year. The date had gone well, partly due to Shelly’s giving nature, where she had actually cooked some chicken-fried steaks instead asking her exhausted hubby, namely me, to do something. Then again, she also used the old “Netflix...

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St Valentines Day Feast

The Human Tapestry Food and love are often interlaced, in our language and in our minds. “The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach,” “meals prepared with a mother’s love,” etc. What’s more appropriate than preparing a St. Valentines Day feast on the human body. Since I am a man, I have chosen a female body for my tapestry. And remember, things are often better when shared. So invite a gallery of friends. Let us begin. Decorate the woman’s mouth by inserting a pickle. Have the...

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A Valentines Day Auction

Kerrie wasn’t happy about having to attend the formal gathering that her company was hosting, but then, she didn’t really have any plans for Valentines Day anyways. It would be just another boring night at home. It had been five months since she called it off with Mike and she just hadn’t felt like being around anyone, men in particular — especially married men. ‘Look Kerrie,’ her boss would say. ‘It’s just like horseback riding. If the damned animal bucks you off, you jump back on and use...

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A Valentines Day to Remember

When Jake and I were at dinner that night he asked me if I had given any thought to what I wanted to do for Valentines Day. I knew in my mind what I wanted but didn’t know how to say it. Jake had always said he fantasized about wanting to watch me with another man and I always brushed him off until he introduced me to Lush. At first I was reluctant to chat with anyone but once I started…. I couldn’t stop. Seeing how it turned Jake on by what these other men wanted to do to me, it began to...

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Valentines Card

Introduction: True love for a man is all about submission to his lady Happy Valentines Day, My Love, Let me tell you how I love you. I love, worship, and adore you with all my heart and soul. I love watching men watching you. It fills me with pride. I watch their eyes dip down your blouse, lighting up as they gaze upon your breasts. I watch their heads turn as you walk by. I love your power over them. I love your power over me. I love preparing your bath. Making you ready for your lovers....

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Valentines whore

I never expected that, never expected to go out, I never intended to cheat. But that’s not the point, even though I never expected it. It happened. Tonight is Valentines, you know the time of love, being with your significant other, being faithful. My boyfriend and I went out to a movie, I got home at around 11:30. My parents were waiting for me. ‘Ohhh hey’ I said as I walked through my door. ‘Why didn’t you tell us what time you were getting back’ My dad asked sternly ‘sorry, you were asleep...

3 years ago
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My Valentines Pickup

Carla stood under the soft rain. Left hand raised and heavy with bracelets, in the hope of attracting one of those cars flashing by. Cursed rain. Plump lips thinned in a line. One moment the sun was all she could see without the glasses, and the next rain was all she could feel.Today is the 14th February, and this should've been the best day ever. But it will not. Thanks to my jerk of a boyfriend; or should I say, ex-boyfriend.I should've seen the signs the night before but instead, I'm here on...

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Valentines With Senior

Hello everyone of Indian sex stories dot net this is a cool guy from Nagpur. This is my first story on iss so kindly understand and try to cope up with the long description. Any female wants to have sexy chats can contact me on So let’s begin with the story which happened with me 3 years back when I was in 2nd year of engineering she was one of the girls in group of my senior friends her name was Aditi (changed for obvious reasons) let me tell you about her she was a perfect bomb walking...

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