Sexy Valentines
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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, one day holiday often centered around schools and individuals in love and dedicated to the consumption of chocolate and roses and, incidentally, to love.
DAY 1 – Feb 1st
Maria went into her classroom on February 1st and immediately noticed the pretty, perfect red apple sitting on the edge of her desk. As she got closer she realized it was really an apple shaped candle, the stem a candlewick. When Maria lifted the ‘apple’ to her nose she realized is smelled like a sweet, spicy apple pie. Delicious.
Maria loved it, but wondered who had given it to her. Maybe a student left it from the last period of the day yesterday. Frowning, she did not recall anyone by her desk late in the day.
As the day progressed, no student came forward that day, with a secret smile on their face, asking if Mrs. Grant liked her apple. No secret grins on anyone’s face actually. Maria was intrigued, to say the least.
DAY 2 – Feb 2nd
Maria had a wonderful art project planned for the day. The kids were to bring in their favorite magazines and stickers and what-nots to personally decorate their own Valentine mailboxes to have their valentines ‘delivered’ to by their friends and ‘lovers’. It was an annual project that Maria participated in with her students. A project that Maria loved just as much as her students. It always gave her a secret insight into the heart and minds of her children.
Arriving at school, Maria hailed her favorite custodian Gabriel and asked him to bring in her big box of art supplies to her classroom for her.
‘Sure thing, Mrs. Grant,’ he assured her, already grabbing her big cardboard box out of her car and, turning slightly, relieved her of her bookbag from her grasp, as well. ‘Hey, if you’ll just grab me a cup of java, I’ll meet you in your class,’ and he was already heading into the school.
‘It’s a deal,’ Maria laughed at his retreating back as he jogged up the school steps as if his load weighed nothing at all. Good Lord, what muscles he had across his back and shoulders Absolutely gorgeous.
‘Hey, there Cream or sugar?’ she yelled as he reached the top step. He glanced back and gave her a hot, smoldering look,’Oh, yeah,’ and kept on going through the double doors.
A little while later Maria met Gabriel at her classroom door and handed him his Café Grande as he existed past her. He trotted down the hall, his caffeine fix in his fist, without a backward glance. Maria smiled to herself before entering her class, he sure had a nice backside, too.
Maria listened with only half an ear as her students, both the boys and the girls, decorated their individual mailboxes with great enthusiasm. Maria, though was staring in amazement at her own Valentine mailbox. Not the one she had planned to decorate with the art supplies she had brought this morning.
No. Not that box.
This was a beautiful, romantic box fashioned with red velvet hearts of various sizes and lacy hearts with sentimental sayings that had been delivered by messenger to the school office around 11 am. Miss Blackmon, the secretary, had brought it down to her class immediately because it was ‘just too pretty and too lovely for words’. That was exactly what she gushed at Maria before she left it with her.
The front of her gift was labeled ‘Miss Maria. The Most Beloved Teacher in School.’ It amazed Maria. It was pretty and thoughtful and obviously hand decorated. And Maria had no idea who had sent it.
Maria wondered who it could be. A particularly grateful parent, perhaps? A fellow teacher, maybe? Her husband, yeah.. right? Funny, how Harry was the last person she thought it could be who would send her something this romantic. She and Harry still got along, but they rarely talked anymore and they had not made love in months. Like the proverbial kiss of death, Harry had given her a brand new iron for her Christmas present. Bad Santa, Maria had thought at the time, bad, bad Santa. But maybe Harry wanted to turn over a new leaf? Maybe this was a turn-around in their relationship?
DAY 3 – Feb 3rd
Maria planned to get her Saturday chores done immediately. She saved most of her housework for the weekend. By the time she finished her shower and was dressed, Harry was already up and gone. His note left by the empty coffee pot told her that he would be going fishing with the boys today and was not expected back until late.
Well, so much for romance, thought Maria, as she made herself a pot of coffee. Harry had made no mention the night before about going fishing and no mention of the mailbox, either. Maria knew he would arrive late, dirty and smelly, and probably a little drunk off a 6-pack of Coors he invariably bought himself.
Maria went about her chores and brought the mail in at 2pm, sorting through the usual pile of bills and ads. In the middle of the pile was a pink stationary envelope and inside was the cutest little valentine. Nothing special really. Just a standard, mass produced child’s size Valentine in that great big envelope. While the front of the card said Be My Valentine, the back was hand written in a strong, masculine script and said ‘Please be mine, dear lovely lady. Yours forever, T.’
‘T’? Maria wondered confused, but more elated by the day. Who could her secret valentine be?
DAY 4- Feb 4th
Sunday morning dawned sunny and cold. Maria was up and off to 10 o’clock Mass, leaving Harry to sleep off his day fishing. He had rolled in at 9pm, as she had predicted, slightly drunk, but perfectly happy. He had dropped his tackle box just inside the door, dropped his flak jacket in the hallway, yelled over his shoulder that she didn’t need to make him any dinner (she hadn’t anyway) because he had gone with the boys to the Loveless Café had their famous Southern fried chicken.
Maria enjoyed the sermon at church but took a pass on the family picnic planned afterwards (it was hard to be a family of one) telling the ladies who invited her that she had papers to grade and she had to update her homework website as the school district expected her to do before Monday.
Maria picked up hamburgers and tatter tots at the Sonic, ice tea for her and a root beer for Harry and headed home. She turned on the computer, and ate her lunch while she graded papers and started e-mailing the children’s scores to their parent’s e-mail addresses. Harry ate his lunch, sitting with her by the computer, telling her all about the fishing trip, who caught what, then got up and went back to bed for the afternoon.
Maria completed updating all the reading assignments and the homework expected of her students this week. She now took a few minutes for herself, going over her own e-mails she had received on her school account.
One was from BootBoy111 ‘re: Teacher Valentine’. Maria opened that one, smiling to herself, hoping it might a special one.
The message was ‘T’ has sent you a singing valentine.’ Tinny music started playing and a big fat red heart grew in the middle of the screen and little legs sprouted on the heart and it began to dance across her screen, to and fro. The heart was singing The Beatle’s tune ‘ Love, Love Love, You got to have Love .’
Maria nearly laughed herself right onto the floor
Below was a personalized message: My Darling, Querida, my heart is with you today. I dreamt of you last night. Holding you in my arms would be my greatest joy. T’
Again, a single initial. The letter T. But another
Valentine. Maria smiled to herself, a warm spot growing in her heart.
DAY 5 – Feb 5th
Monday morning found Maria back in her classroom and looking forward to the day as she had not looked forward to it in ages. She hoped her secret admirer would present himself to her soon.
Maria set her pocketbook down and sat at her desk organizing her thoughts before all the kids came in. But also thinking about her latest valentine message, a computer delivery this time. Of course anyone at the school would know her school e-mail, but Maria thought is was more than just anybody. She thought about Ted Killen the computer tech teacher. He worked at the other end of the school but they had chatted here and there? Could it be him?? ‘T’ for Ted?? I seemed almost too easy.
As she looked back down at her desk, Maria realized that Harry’s picture was no longer sitting in it usual place beside her pencil can. Instead there was a leather picture frame and the long, lean body of a professional cowboy wearing dusty chaps walking toward the camera, big silver championship belt buckle riding low on his belly. A big Stetson pulled over his eyes and thus leaving his face in shadow.
My God, Maria thought, this must be him
Maria turned the frame over and read the dedication ‘To You, My Love’ ‘Amarillo 2001
And that was it No name. Not even an initial. Maria frowned slightly, than she smiled. She smiled a lot lately.
DAY 6 – Feb 6th
All day Tuesday, Maria waited for her Valentine to deliver something special to her. But nothing appeared on her desk. She ran into the computer teacher Ted and he asked her to have lunch with him Wednesday. He seemed to be flirting with her when he asked if she had gotten his e-mail Sunday, so Maria said yes to lunch.
She was a little disappointed to realize that he was her admirer, because there seemed to be no sparks between them. But his first initial was T for Ted. Maria was a married woman, and she would just have to remind him of that. Ted would not be a temptation to her honor.
But he gave her no valentine in person, so Maria was a little disappointed in him, but also a little disconcerted. Was he shy?
At 3:45 Maria found her Valentine. A perfect red rose clipped under her windshield wiper on her car. She picked it up to smell it’s scent, just as several students walked by. They saw her with the rose, but they did not say anything to her. The little tag attached had a single letter ‘T’ on it.
DAY 7 – Feb 7th
Late in the day Maria stopped at the drink machine in the staff lounge and got a cup of coffee. Gabe was standing there, his hip leaned up against the counter having himself a late afternoon coffee, so Maria told him and Gloria (who had wondered in) about the red rose found on her windshield the day before.
‘Did either of you see anyone by my car? Maybe sometime yesterday afternoon?’ Maria asked, but they both shrugged their shoulders. Na da.
Maria went home, slightly disappointed that no valentine had been delivered today. Since Harry was not home yet, she checked her e-mails.
There is was.
From BootBoy111, no subject.
‘My Darling Maria I have been watching you for sometime now. You have my complete attention. I dream about you in a beautiful red blouse I know that you would wonderful in red As it caresses your smooth skin, the contrast would be so intoxicating Your long dark hair would look wonderful on your red blouse I promise to take you in my arms, kissing your lips. Whispering love to you, and waking in the morning to love you again. Your secret admirer, your lover, T’
DAY 8 – Feb 8th
The next day, during a school break, Harry calls to tell Maria he is done being mad and he will be home for dinner. Maria wonders who he is mad at?? He has not even seen her perfect little rose from yesterday? He does not know about her sexy e-mail Valentine.
Strangest of all, Maria had not even noticed that he had not been home last night. How often did she fail to notice Harry, one way or the other. Apathy. Maria knew it was a real bad sign, worse than anger.
Maria looked forward to her lunch with Ted. Especially about the e-mails he told her he’d sent her. Ted did not seem like the sexy type, but who knew? Maybe he was a tiger at the keyboard.
But as lunch progressed, with Ted telling her all about a new, extracurricular venture he was now involved with, which he wanted to share: retirement investments. Maria listened, but with only her ears, her mind had completely wondered off. Maria had probably erased Ted’s e-mail as junk. Why wouldn’t she? They were junk After lunch Gabriel brought a new package to Maria from the front office. Her children were taking reading test, so Maria whispers to Gabe. When was this delivered? She asked him, did you see what delivery company service it was? Gabe just shrugged. Maria knew such things would not be important to him. He probably thought it was a gift from her husband, as anyone would. Maria knew there was very little chance of that. It looks like a jewelry box, Gabe offered, absently, maybe it’s an engagement ring?
Engagement ring? Maria gasped at him, why would someone send me an engagement ring? Maria stared at him. Men were so crazy. She was married but wouldn’t any man who wanted to give a ring want to give it to her in person? Well, Gabe leaned over her desk, he whispered to her ‘It’s not like you already have one’. He left her with that zinger and left the room.
‘Are you going to open it,’ Mandy in the first row asked. ‘We all know you have a secret Valentine. John saw the rose on your car.’
‘Please open it,’ Tommy asked.
Maria thought momentarily of the ultra sexy e-mail she had opened the day before. What if this gift was meant to be private, not for viewing by children.
No. Maria knew that whoever this was he knew if he delivered it to school than children and possibly other teachers would see it. No. It would be personal, but totally respectable.
She tore off the gold foil and opened the little black velvet jeweler’s box and gasped, her eyes widened, thinking he could not have amazed her more. Nestled in purple velvet was exquisite gold cross. The children’s ‘ohs’ and ‘ahs’ and Maria sighs. In response to their begging she put it on immediately. And it looked lovely.
DAY 9 – Feb 9th
Friday was less eventful. Maria received a box of chocolate hearts and a note that she could share these with her students and friends.. The note on them read ‘Querida, think of me as you pass these about to those you like and are your friends. I too am generous, but soon I would like to have you all to myself. T’
DAY 10 – Feb 10th
Maria woke on Saturday at her usual time, but excitement buzzed through her veins. What would her Valentine send to her today?
When 2pm rolled around and nothing special was delivered by the Post Office, Maria turned on her computer and perused her e-mail. Six e-mails from Ted the new investment entrepreneur, one from the Sisters of Charity, and two from her sisters. Nothing from her BootBoy, Mr. ‘T.’ She swore silently to herself.
Then, before her eyes, it popped up, she the double ding and ‘You’re got Mail.’
BootBoy111 ‘re: my 10th Valentine, te amo’
‘My Dearest Darling Maria, In a not to far off day I will make wild, passionate love to you, such as you have never had before.
Not only the love that my body can give to you, but the love of my heart. The love of a man who loves you above all others. A man who belongs to you alone, Querida.
I will kiss your lips so tenderly that lust will fly through every inch of your body, then I will kiss every inch of your luscious body until you are moaning my name and begging for the exquisite release. Then I will hold you tenderly in my arms, all the night through, kissing your cheeks, your neck, and your beautify dark tipped breasts. And as the sun comes up, I will renew my pled
ge to love you every moment of the day My Darling, I am thinking of you and wanting with my body and my heart.
T’amo, T’
DAY 11 – Feb 11th
Sunday, Harry came in early. Maria was not really sure where he had been but the first thing he did was finish her chocolates. Harry told he has decided that even though he knows Valentines Day is coming up they have been married long enough and he does not want to celebrate Valentine’s day this year.
Maria is confused about what Valentine’s Day had to do with their marriage, but actually she has not picked him up anything, either.
‘ Well, maybe we just forget it then, OK? ‘
‘I guess,’ Maria agrees.
Not really sure why he should bother with cards about love when she knew he had never been demonstrative. Even dating he had never bothered with candy or flowers after the first date, and even then he had given her a foil-wrapped chocolate rose chuckling that he had managed to kill two birds with one stone.
Maria had misunderstood back then. She had been thinking this proved that Harry had a sense of humor. It took Maria awhile to realize it meant Harry was cheap, or maybe that Harry didn’t think she was worth any more bother than a combined chocolate rose. Maria just knew it was the last of either gift that she had seen in years.
‘T’ had managed to give her both, in the same week. Maria looked at Harry and wondered silently what she was doing with this jerk
‘ Well, I am glad we got that settled,’ Harry told her with a smile, ‘do you want to go with me to my folk’s for dinner? Then you won’t have to cook anything.’
Harry always acted like taking her to his mother’s was the same as treating her to dinner in a fine restaurant. A restaurant where the other diners treated her like she was invisible, until it was time to clear the table and wash the dishes and straighten up the kitchen.
‘ Hah, I’ll pass, if you don’t mind. Go ahead without me.’
‘Yeah, whatever,’ Harry said over his shoulder, already going out the door.
‘Hey ‘ Harry shouted from the outside step. ‘ One of your rugrats left a basket on the stoop with a teddy bear in it. Don’t you teach ’em anything? This is Valentine’s Day coming up, not Easter. What dummies you must have this year. Sheesh.’ Maria got up and retrieved her basket from the stoop. She sat clutching her soft teddy bear while she reopened her delicious e-mail from ‘T.’ She never even noticed Harry’s car pull down the driveway.
DAY 12 – Feb 12th
Everyone at school was so excited.. Sugar buzz. Her day flowed at breakneck speed, her school day over almost before it began. Maria was a bundle of excitement as she rushed home.
Maria’s gift was delivered by UPS to her back door almost as soon as she arrived. It was a wooden hat rack, some assembly required. Maria saw no note nor message on the box when she opened and removed the wooden pieces. Harry stopped by on his way out the door. Harry, of course, ridiculed such a weird purchase. But ‘hell, if you think you need one’ he said, shaking up the box (knocking styro-popcorn all over the place) and perusing the packing slip. The dedication was strange. ‘A place to hang my hat at the end of a long day,’ Harry read off, frowning. ‘ Are you gonna start wearin’ hats, now? Shit, Maria, don’t you have enough stuff in that closet? Now yer gonna be hanging stuff out here, too?’
Maria just smiled to herself as Harry went out the front door. She had missed that. What did it mean? No, SHE did not have many hats and didn’t really intend on getting any. She figured ‘T’ would just bring his own.
DAY 13 – Feb 13th
The day before Valentine’s Day Martina had a big party at her house. It was her traditional annual event. And Maria was really looking forward to it.
Just before leaving school Maria received her official Valentine from her husband Harry. An officer from the sheriff’s department handed her notice to appear in court for the disillusionment of her marriage.
Divorce. Maria could say that she knew it would happen some day, but she did not know it would be today. Yes, she shed a tear, vastly disappointed that she had made such a damned poor choice in a mate.
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1Days of my youth [3]Sadly “Casper “the Newfoundland had been killed in a road accident and we had buried him the day before, inside the camp woodland at the back of the barracks, I had had to borrow a JCB to dig the grave and it had all been done on the quiet as no doubt authority would have been less than happy with giant dogs being buried all over their lovely tidy camp.I was now just 18 and had been experimenting with sex with Pete and Judy for a couple of months now whenever we had...
I was then around 22 and in college every year myself ,younger brother and my sister spent our summer holidays in my the village home of my aunt was my father’s sister.she was a widow and lived in this big house with her youngest son harish who had married two years back and now had son born only a few month’s back.harish worked in some government office inspite of his being the near owner of the huge property and income that my aunt had. The house built by my uncle was large and spacious set...
IncestHmm, Porn 4 Days. I’ve always been a fan of a quick wank, but I also like a nice, long marathon session of flogging the ol’ bishop. Why settle for a few minutes of smut when you can have porn for days, am I right? To that end, Porn4Days.com is yet another free porn tube serving up what seems to be an endless feed of porn.The thing is, telling me you’ve got porn for days isn’t that much of a big deal anymore. Hell, a site only needs 48 hours of material before it has literal porn for days. A lot...
Free Porn Tube SitesIt doesn't take long for you to get home after that and I sit still smiling at the door as you walk through the house. Obviously having spotted the rose trail. Opening the door you spot me on the bed and I throw myself down, kneeling with my legs spread wide, my arms out in front my head bowed and my hair cascading over the bed and my arms. I hear you walk over and wrap your arms around my waist pulling me back up into the kneeling position. "This is a lovely surprised Moin Chiot."...
I had just left my usual coffee shop, it had been more crowded than usual so I didn't stay long after ordering. I had tried to read the book I had brought along but the noise became unbearable and I left.I found myself completely lost in thought as I walked down the recently rain-drenched street. It had grown dark so early. I hated February, it's a good thing it was the shortest month of the year.As I continued down the dark streets trying my best to avoid the alleys, I felt something...
HorrorIt was a snowy February day. The weather hadn’t been the least bit hospitable the last few weeks. Everyone in the area was getting tired and cranky because of it. We had been seeing each other for quite some time and loved being together. Oh sure there were hard times and fights. But we always seemed to get through them. He was perfect for me, and I was perfect for him. I remember this Valentines Day in particular because I had been busy, as had my sweetie. It had been several days since we...
Introduction: A romantic evening with Master. Enjoy, dont pick it to death. Sturing the pot of chocolate again so it doesnt clump I lay out the strawberries and the pineapple, to be dipped and eaten later tonight. The house has been cleaned and I had a couple of bags of rose petals make a small trail to the bedroom. Finishing up I take the small platter to the bedroom along with a long nosed lighter. Setting the platter on an end table in front of the bed ,I light the candles that Ive put...
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Jolene woke up early that morning having the symptoms that all women have that time of the month. She felt bloated, her back ached and her breasts were sore but yet she was incredibly horny! She lay in bed lifting her shirt up and exposing her 36b cup breasts. Her dark pink nipples were pert and she touched them feeling them and wanting to almost cum. Damnit, just my luck to be on my period on Valentine's Day of all days, she thought to herself. Touching her nipples gently she moaned softly....
My name is Walter and I'm 39 years old. My niece D.J. turned 14 a year ago and she is very special to me. Every year I give her something special for Valentines, and every year I get a kiss on the cheek from her. I had been lusting after D.J. ever since she was 12, just waiting for her to be grown up enough for me to be her lover. Last year just after she turned 14 (the age of consent in our state) I decided to take her out on her first date. I knew my brother wouldn't let her date until she...
Vicki made her way through the busy lobby drawing much deserved attention in her short, white, tennis skirt and blue-on-blue paisley halter top. It wasn’t her gorgeous, shapely legs or the deep cut halter exposing a long run of cleavage, or even the two Valentine Day theme grocery bags that filled her arms that were responsible for all the silent attention. The fox tail hanging below her skirt was surprising and enticing. For some reason, each man she passed felt entitled and obliged to lift...
Jolene woke up early that morning having the symptoms that all women have that time of the month. She felt bloated, her back ached and her breasts were sore but yet she was incredibly horny! She lay in bed lifting her shirt up and exposing her 36b cup breasts. Her dark pink nipples were pert and she touched them feeling them and wanting to almost cum. Damnit, just my luck to be on my period on Valentine's Day of all days , she thought to herself. Touching her nipples gently she moaned softly....
FetishI was crammed into a corner of the booth with Toni, Ned and Fran, when Toni asked, "What do you do for them?" She meant at work. "I'm International Sales Manager. We have a lot of retail customers overseas, mostly in Europe. They're my job. There's not much travel, but some." "You study Marketing in college?" she asked. "What I do is really logistics — distribution, not really Sales. No, I was good old English Lit. When I went to work for them, I was just an assistant in Sales....
Toni drove out the Diagonal Highway in the Sunday sunshine; few cars on the road, the still-green wild grasses swaying on the fields. At the turnoff for Niwot, she bumped over the tracks and drove through the sleepy village to Ned's house. When she turned into the drive, the garage door swung up; the space next to Ned's car was empty. Toni chuckled and drove in, the door beginning to swing down behind her. When she stepped out of the car, Ned was standing in the doorway in t-shirt and...
Sylvia is a woman who really intrigues me; smart, competent, beautiful. But she certainly takes some getting used to as a person. Very strong, but I like that. I also like it that she's an architect, and a good one. I feel good about the law, she feels good about creating buildings. It gives us a common ground that we frequently return to when we talk about things. When we first started dating, there wasn't much question about the sexual side. She took her time to get to know me, then she...
Thursdays Thursday nights I reserve for something special. It's always for the twoof us, with the express goal to bring us closer together. Marriage can wearout if you aren't careful. It has to be kept alive, nurtured, and it takesattention and effort. That's my job, to be proactive and take the initiative.From the beginning we agreed on certain roles in our relationship, privilegesfor each of us balanced by individual responsibilities. I got the short straw,the one where you win the dominant...
Sundays afternoons are always twinged with twilight. The setting of the weekend, drawing long shadows of an impending Monday. As days of the week go it’s my least favourite, reminding me of my own middling years, overwhelmed by the dawning considerations of old age. These are symptoms that need self medicating, a gloom only cured by a specific light. My prescribed treatment? The pursuit of sexual gratification, willing or otherwise. To humiliate others distracts from my own inadequacies and...
The following is a true account written by a friend of mine in Calcutta. Read it and enjoy. In a few earlier narratives I have described a couple of erotic sessions with my former girlfriend Roma. Today, I shall describe some extremely satisfying sexual sessions with my present girlfriend Sharmila. Sharmila, 37, a probashi divorcee from New Delhi, is a management executive working for a National News Channel and she is currently on a three year assignment in its Kolkata office. We met first at...
by Safe_Bet© Like usual, we chat on line telling each other what we were going to do when we finally hooked up. What we would do on our big Valentine's Day date. What we would wear. What we would eat. What... What bullshit. You are words on a computer screen -- nothing more. You aren't really real. I know in my ever so logical mind that I would, once again, be spending this Valentine's Day's night alone. ****** I find myself sitting in my room wanting you. Wanting you to be...
Petals of Pleasure: A Valentine for the Mind, Body, & Soul It was Gina and Craig’s first Valentine’s together. They hadn’t been seeing each other long, but already new they were madly in love. And there sex life was nothing short of amazing. Gina came out to her car after work to find it filled with at least 100 balloons, as she gazed in amazement through the window she saw a small note taped there. She opened it to find a sweet note from Craig. He had written: ‘Dear Gina, on this the day...
Please do not copy this or republish in any way without my explicit permission. Some ages, locations, and names have been slightly altered to protect people involved. Both of us in this story are eighteen years old or older. I am a new writer and would appreciate feedback. Enjoy! Also, my stories will not be in order, but are separate incidents or fantasies that I will try to say where it comes into my life. This is a recent story, and I have skipped a lot in between. This was my wish of what...
This is my submission to the Valentine’s Day contest, and the first piece of writing I’ve ever completed since college. There are hockey elements to it, and some parts that may be considered corny, but it’s romance, right? Sometimes it’s cheesy. Enjoy! * Casey removed her hat and shook the snowflakes from her strawberry blonde curls as she stepped into the dimly lit bar. ‘Fuck, it’s freezing!’ she yelled out as she went about unfurling her scarf and stripping off her coat to reveal her...
Valentine I The chair was uncomfortable, high backed like a dining chair with elegantly carved arms but made of some kind of dark, cast metal. The cold of the cushion-less seat bit into the flesh of her bottom and thighs hungrily. Goosebumps were erect all over her body. Even colder were her equally bare wrists and ankles, shackled with heavy steel cuffs to the arms and legs of the chair almost symbiotically for there was not one inch of room to maneuver. For extra protection, a large chain...
"Who are You?" I asked my sweet Valentine... She turned over, her sweet feminine scent entangled in her hair & on my lips.. My breaths skipped a beat, as her curves shivered in a sweet rhythm, from her bosom to her hips As her lazy gaze landed on me, a million ships of cues and questions swam ashore in her hazel eyes, Her sweet silhouette drew close to me, as the horizon of her shadow glittered with hues of evening skies... "I am your sweet poem," she whispered in my ears, her intoxicating...
Love StoriesMy husband was useless with Valentines Day. It was something we never normally celebrated. At 48 I had gone past caring. 28 years of marriage does that to a woman. However I will always remember the 14th of february two years ago. For that night I had the most passionate sex possible. But it wasnt with Mike. I fell for my daughters boyfriend.Lee was 19 at the time. He was a lad who was never really right for our Katie. She was lovely, polite and a studious teenager. Lee was a trouble maker....
My Valentine By Jena Corso Edited By Tiffany Manners Part 1 "Got to get to work honey," said Derek, kissing his girlfriend Lisa as she rolled over. "I've got to get moving this morning." "Rushing again," Lisa said, rolling back over after glancing at the alarm clock. "It's 5 am. Come on, get back in here and snuggle with me a little. We've barely talked at all lately. All we've done is screw and sleep." "What's so bad about that?" said Derek. smiling before kissing her...
ValentineIThe chair was uncomfortable, high backed like a dining chair with elegantly carved arms but made of some kind of dark, cast metal. The cold of the cushion-less seat bit into the flesh of her bottom and thighs hungrily. Goosebumps were erect all over her body. Even colder were her equally bare wrists and ankles, shackled with heavy steel cuffs to the arms and legs of the chair almost symbiotically for there was not one inch of room to maneuver. For extra protection, a large chain from...
This is a true story of when we were at high school in our last year. When we were in our last 2 years at school that was around the time we all started going to parties, drinking, smoking and shagging. I say this but we were not all lucky enough to be having sex then. This is the story of my mate who gained a nice little reputation that lead to him fucking quite a few girls in our year. Id missed a few of these parties but I had heard some of what went on on the Monday morning at school where...
When I started secondary school it was a new experience and an all boys school. Discipline seemed quite severe with punishment dished out for the daftest of things by the all male teachers. As I started so did a new maths teacher who took our maths set. He was quite keen on slippering and within a few weeks we knew when a slippering would take place as you could see a stiff cock bulging in his trousers. We had to learn 10 items about geometry and was tested about it the next lesson. I ended up...