3 comments/ 11181 views/ 2 favorites My Sweet Valentine By: DawnJ Sunny watched Him sleep. She had been awake for a while, her mind reviewing the last month, since she had said yes to Him. They had been friends for over a year, and though she had suspected that His feelings were deep almost from the start, and she knew hers were, she had been glad that He had given her the time she needed to get to know and trust Him. Because what they had now, as a couple, was more than she could ever have dreamed of. She realized, as she stroked His skin, that she was happy. He made her happy in ways she had not thought to expect it, and He showed her that He loved her devotedly in every act between them, in everything He did for and to her. She listened to Him mumble in His sleep, and her smile grew wider. She loved the early morning play, because she knew how it would end, and she looked forward to giving Him even a little of the pleasure He always gave her. Changing positions in the wide bed, Sunny knelt over Him, watching His chest rise and fall rhythmically. anticipating the moment when her attentions would wake Him, and He would pretend to be asleep, so He could startle her. She played along with Him, because she enjoyed their play as much as she enjoyed their lovemaking. She stroked his chest, loving the feel of His chest hairs on her palms, and walked her fingers down His belly to the elastic waist of His boxer briefs. A car horn blared outside, and He stirred and opened His eyes. She sighed...her plan was foiled, but she loved looking into the black depths and seeing her reflection in them. She bent to press her lips to His chest, and He closed His eyes. "Carry on!" He invited her, remaining relaxed, letting her touch Him wherever she pleased. "I love waking up to your hands." He smiled at her, and then added archly, "Missing your mouth, though!" She laughed and winked at Him. "Coming right up, Master!" She lowered her head, and feathered light kisses down his chest, pausing to lick around His navel, so she could hear Him hiss in pleasure. And when she licked her way down His shaft, and back up the other side, His hisses became moans. She loved to hear Him verbalize his pleasure. It turned her on, and made her wet for Him. She turned up the pressure, licking him once more all around the base of His cock before taking one of the balls in His sac into her mouth, and laving it with loving attention. He groaned when she sucked first one, then the other into her mouth, gently rolling them with her tongue before letting them go. His cock jerked in response, in anticipation of her mouth on it again. She did not make Him wait long, but took the blushing head into her mouth and licked it lightly before sucking it in, and swallowing the pre-cum that began to seep from it as she attended to His pleasure. He hissed again in appreciation of her technique as she cleaned Him and slid her tongue back over the head, before opening her mouth over Him and taking Him in, an inch at a time. "You're killing Me, babygirl!" he complained, with such heat in His voice that she knew he was happy to be killed. She grinned, and sucked Him deeper, letting him feel her moan of pleasure against His hard rod. He was so hard, so deliciously hard, she grew wetter at the thought of having Him penetrate her folds and take her. Taking Him all in slowly, opening her throat to receive Him, she moaned again before releasing Him, the saliva trailing from her lips to his cock. She hissed and sucked Him in again, feeling him jerk under her hands. "Are you ready, Master?" she asked, peeping at him from under her lashes. "Payback will be sweet, babygirl!" he promised darkly, his smile lush and full of promise. Sunny held His rod at the base, squeezing Him there as she sucked the head, and then pumped Him slow and steady, making Him groan deeply. Repeating the motion, she sucked Him in, swirling her tongue around the head as she did, and felt Him tightening, trying to keep control. He reached for her, and she lifted her mouth from Him to say harshly, "No, Master, no touching! This is my gift to You!" She felt emboldened to speak like that to Him, because in the past He had allowed her to take the reins. She watched His face to see how He would react. His smile was slow and deliberate, and full of passion and promise. She inhaled deeply and set about finishing what she had begun, the total dismantling of His control. True to His silent word, He did not touch her, but groaned and grabbed the sheets as she worked Him over with demanding lips and teeth and tongue, until He erupted, past all possibility of holding back the orgasm that had Him shouting her name. Sunny smiled in satisfaction as she licked Him clean, and then she lay on His chest, kissing His mouth fiercely, her sex throbbing with the need for Him. "May I touch you now, My lady?" He asked, His voice hoarse with still-burning lust. "Yes, please!" she answered simply, and let Him roll her over till she was beneath Him, and He was devouring her with a raging hunger that threatened to consume them both. He held both her hands above her head and raised his head to say, "Put your legs around my waist and hang on, love!" He waited only a heartbeat, and then He drove into her in one deep, hard plunge, ramming her to the hilt, withdrawing slowly, and ramming her again. He grunted as He fucked her, and she groaned with the savage pleasure that tore through her as He tortured her with slow plunges followed by fast, hard fucking. He held her hips, raising her to His raging cock and taking her body and soul. Sunny felt Him clear to her womb, and the emotion He evoked in her as He took her made the tears gather behind her closed eyelids. "Oh, baby, you please Me so much" he growled. "Open your eyes! Let Me see how much you love how I fuck you, baby! Show me you love it!" Sunny dragged her eyes open, and a tear slid down her cheek. The sight of it clutched at His heart, and He bent to lick it away, his hips pistoning in and out of her tight, wet channel. He could feel his orgasm crowding in on Him, and when she tightened around Him and cried out, He spilled His seed into her, smothering their shouts of completion in a ravenous kiss. He collapsed around her, breathing hard, hugging her to His chest, and Sunny felt an immeasurable peace. She loved this man so much, and she thanked God every day that He had found her when she thought she would never find anyone. She lay quiet in His arms, and when His stomach growled, she chuckled. "I guess that means you need breakfast, huh?" she asked, looking up at Him. "Now that my other hunger has been sated for the time being, yes!" he answered, chuckling with her. "I have plans for a special breakfast for you, but you'll need to let me go, Master!" Another chuckle accompanied that statement, and she felt His chest rumble in amusement. "Okay! You convinced me!" He let her wriggle out from the warmth of His arms, and swatted her bottom as she moved away. The pleasant sting sent fresh cream to her pussy, and she turned to look at Him, her eyes darkening with longing. He saw the need she felt, and felt His own body stir. "Naughty girl!" He said, swatting her again, then passing a wicked finger under her to swipe it through the cream, and plunge it into her. She rocked back on his thrusting digit, her breath catching in her throat, and when He withdrew His finger, she whimpered in protest. "Breakfast, babygirl! I have some reports to finish!" He sucked on His finger, taking her juices onto His tongue, and then He pulled her head back and kissed her, sharing her taste with her. "We have all day, baby! Just think how much better it'll be later, hmmm?" Another swift kiss, and then he pushed her gently away. Sunny went to the bathroom and showered quickly, and then walked back into their bedroom to dress. "No panties at home today, baby!" he ordered, and she quivered at the sensual command. She dressed in soft cotton shorts and a T-shirt, brushed her long hair and braided it, watching Him as He got off the bed and walked toward her, his cock once again hard and ready. She licked her lips, and His eyes caught the motion. He smiled at her. "Later, babygirl! I promise!" Half an hour later, Sunny had prepared a special breakfast of heart shaped pancakes and eggs scrambled with fresh veggies and feta cheese. She found Him in the study, poring over papers on His desk. "Breakfast, Master!" she said, and waited for Him to accompany her to the breakfast table. She had laid everything out on the table, and as He sat she asked, "What would You like to eat?" "Some of everything!" He answered, smiling at her. "This all smells delicious!" He rubbed His hands together, and Sunny laughed. "You're like a little boy, aren't You?" "Well, that's debatable!" He said, winking at her. Sunny blushed, and He laughed as He forked egg and pancake into His mouth. He loved it that she was still shy enough to blush, and yet wild enough to want anything He did to her. "So, what are your plans today?" He asked, watching her sip her coffee. "I had wanted to go shopping with Jill, but she cried off at the last minute, so I guess I'll go alone!" She took another sip, and then looked at Him. "Unless there's something you want me to do for You?" "No, I'll be busy all morning! Go have some fun! I'll see about dinner. Fancy take out?" "Where from?" Sunny asked. "Not Chinese, this time, please!" "We liked that Vietnamese place that we went to a couple of months ago. That okay?" Sunny smiled brightly at Him. "Sounds great!" They finished their meal in companionable silence, and after Sunny changed, she went in to tell Him she was leaving. "Have a nice time, babygirl!" He got up and went to her where she stood by the door. Cupping her cheeks in his big hands, He placed a hungry kiss on her mouth. "Thanks for this morning, My love!" "My pleasure, Master!" she whispered, missing His smooth, warm lips against hers. He kissed her again, and then patted her bottom gently as she turned to leave. "See you later!" Sunny blew Him a kiss and went out. She had decided to leave the major shopping for when she and her friend could do it together but there was nothing to stop her from having her hair done, and her nails, before she returned home. Master liked it when she painted her nails red, and since it was Valentine's Day, the color was appropriate. Maybe she'd buy some red underwear. Maybe a red negligee? By the time she got back home, the sun had begun to slide westwards, and the brilliant oranges and golds lit up the sky. Master was snoring lightly in the couch, the television running. She smiled as she slipped quietly past him to put her purchases in their bedroom, and ti change back into comfy home clothes. Then she went to where He sat, His legs sprawled out in front of Him, and she sat beside Him. He awoke with a start, and turned His head to look at her. "I wore You out, Master?" she asked impishly, and His slow grin rewarded her. "You wish!" He retorted. "We'll see who wears out whom later, babygirl!" He chuckled and sat up, swiping a hand over His face. He looked at the grandfather clock in the corner and saw it was time to order their dinner. While He went to find the number and make the call, Sunny flipped through the channels, and not finding anything interesting to watch, she shut it off and curled up in the couch. The warmth of His body still lingered on it, and she snuggled in, sniffing it to get a whiff of His scent. She loved the woodsy, spicy fragrance that wafted around him, a combination of soap, cologne, and man. "Dinner in half an hour!" He announced, coming back into the room, and coming to squat in front of her. "I missed you today!" He told her. "Did you have a nice day out?" He didn't wait for her response, but leaned forward and kissed her lips softly. "Yes, I did, Master!" she said. "And I bought a few things you might like!" His brows quirked. "Such as?" He inquired. "Red underwear!" she said succinctly, and watched the gleam of lust bloom in His eyes. His answering smile was predatory. "MY plans for our evening will benefit from the addition of red underwear!" He slid to the floor, and pulled her down to His lap, where He kissed her soundly, His hands roaming over her body, searching for the familiar places to set her on fire for Him. A turgid nipple, a palm, an ear - everywhere He touched, he inflamed her. When the doorbell chimed, He inhaled deeply and growled. "I'll go," Sunny offered, but He stopped her. "It's okay. I'll get it. You set uo the trays, okay?" A swift kiss and He was on His feet. Before too long, they were sitting together on the floor in front of the couch, trays with their food, two glasses, and a bottle of wine, feeding each other food and drink, laughing like children, and letting the desire between them simmer. Master stole kisses from her, fed her with food from His mouth, licked the drops of wine that clung to her lips. "I have a taste for red underwear for dessert!" He informed her as they moved the trays tot he side. "Here's to dessert!" He added, tilting his glass to hers. They sipped amicably, and then Sunny rose to her feet to clear the dishes away. "Leave them for now," He ordered her. "Change for Me! I need you!" He followed her into the bedroom, where He sat in the armchair and watched as she stripped and then turned to Him. "Which would you prefer, Master?" She looked at Him with a wicked grin on her face, and He laughed. "Let's see, then, shall we? Show me!" Sunny picked up the lacy red thongs she had bought and slid one leg into it, then cast Him a look that said she knew He loved this game. Sliding in the other leg, she pulled it up slowly, and pivoted on her tiptoes so he could see her rounded ass when she had it at her waist. Casting a teasing glance over her shoulder, she pushed her bottom out slightly and rocked back on her heels. She heard his sharp intake of breath when she passed her hands over her ass cheeks, and undulated her hips again. Then she straightened slowly and turned to face his again, stepping closer to him and leaning forward so one breast was almost touching his nose. "Shall I show you the bra, Master?" Her voice was sultry, and it stirred His blood, as she had known it would. He moved his head so that He could catch her nipple between His teeth, and He bit her there, a sharp sting that made her moan, and then hiss when He licked it and suckled her. "Yes!" He answered at last, after satisfying His need to taste her. Sunny backed away, picking up the demi-bra that held her firmly but showed off her luscious mounds. She slid it over her shoulders, and clasped it in the front, letting her fingers trail in the cleavage, and up over the tops. Cupping her breast with one hand, and sliding her hand down her belly to cup her already damp slit with the other, she struck a pose, and then turned slowly so she could treat Him to the sight of her rounded bottom, marked only by the thin strip of lace that ran down the crack between them. She heard Him move then, and felt the sharp smack as He crowded her where she stood, and slid a finger down the crack. "You make me wild!" He said. "Stay here! And don't move!" Expecting to be obeyed, He walked into their bathroom and retrieved the toys He had laid out for His gift to her. She watched Him approach her again, with the strip of black silk that she knew would shut off her visual perceptions of the room. Her breath hitched in her throat when He turned her and tied the cloth over her eyes. "Can you see?" He asked hoarsely. "No, Master!" Her voice matched His, as He suckled her breasts, biting the nipples sharply, then licking them to soothe the little stings. When He sucked her into His mouth, she almost lost her balance. "Comfy?" He asked, and Sunny smiled. She loved it that He always made sure He wasn't hurting her. "Yes, Master!" she answered. Before she had stopped speaking, she felt the hard thwack of her favorite suede flogger across both cheeks. She hissed in pleasure, and He pulled her with Him to the bed, and draped her over His knee, where He proceeded to apply the paddle again and again. Sunny felt herself creaming, and knew He could smell her arousal. "Whose babygirl are you?" He asked gruffly. "Yours, Master!" she answered, wishing He would touch her where she needed Him. "Mine!" He echoed, applying the paddle again. "And you have such a beautiful, rosy ass, baby!" Sunny closed her eyes, even though she couldn't see through her blindfold, savoring the feel of His hands caressing the redness of her paddled bottom, between sharp smacks of the suede against her skin. She loved how He attended to her every need, even when He bound her, and how He made he cream for Him. As though He had heard her thought, she felt herself set gently on the bed, lying on her belly, her hands caught and tied together above her head. "Still comfy?" He asked again. "Yes, Master!" "Whatever I do to you, don't move! Do you understand Me?" His rough demand tightened her nerve endings as Sunny answered yes. Another sharp whack with the suede, and she marveled at His ability to make her pussy wet for Him. She could feel her juices oozing between the lips of her sex, and she moaned. "Like that, babygirl?" He crooned in her ear, before sliding his finger under her to swirl it in the juices that were flowing from her body. She wanted him to fuck her with his fingers, and wished she could wriggle and hump his finger. but He had told her not to move, so she remained motionless, moaning as He played with her. He dropped a wet kiss on the small of her back, and then moved away from her. Sunny wondered what He was doing. she didn't have long to wait. He was pouring something warm into the hollow of her back, and spreading it over her bottom. "You have such a gorgeous ass!" He mused as he worked, and Sunny heard the love He had for her in His voice. "I love the way it reddens for me, baby!" Sunny felt His kiss feather across her shoulders, and his fingers once more invade her soaking pussy, where he finger-fucked her for a long, agonizingly pleasurable minute. She groaned, and strained to stop herself from grinding against his invading digits. She could only moan with pleasure, and whimper with desire as she felt Him pushing her higher, making her wetter. She wanted to touch Him, but she was restrained and could only feel. One last hard fuck with his now trembling fingers, before He removed them, and pressed them to her lips. Sunny licked His fingers, and then He pushed them into her mouth, and when she had sucked them clean, he replaced His fingers with His tongue, turning her head so He could kiss her and show her how much he wanted her. "Soon, baby girl! Soon!" He promised her when she moaned into His kiss. The next sensation, as her senses swirled from His kiss and the simmering heat of his fingers in her pussy, was the sharp tingle of a blade against her skin as He began to peel away the hardened wax on her back. The subtle danger of the blade, coupled with the coolness of its edge, and the increasing chill as her skin was revealed all pushed her closer to a need she wanted to drown herself in. "Such a beautiful ass!" He whispered again, and Sunny felt His mouth on the newly waxed skin. He bit her on each cheek, and then laved the little wound with His tongue, long, slow, wicked licks that somehow managed to breach the crack where that scrap of lace separated the two halves of her ass. Sunny hissed as His finger slid under her again, this time to slide her juices to the tight little hole of her ass, where He teased her as He wet it with her juices. God, He was killing her, and she loved every tormenting second of it! My Sweet Valentine Liar This is my entry in the Valentine's Day Contest. * I was out with my suitemates hunting women on a cold Friday night in early February. We are all juniors at Cornell University in upstate New York. Josh is a business major and an amazing pickup artist. Howie and I are tagging along as his wingmen because we are socially incompetent science majors. Basically, the two of us are horny nerds and Josh has accepted the challenge to get us laid. After hitting most of the other college town bars, we stumbled into The Royal Palms about an hour before closing. The hunt has been a failure despite Josh's best efforts. I know that calling a science major horny is redundant but, in this case, Howie and I were horny, extremely horny. Neither of us is a virgin and are living proof that even a blind monkey sometimes finds a piece of fruit. (In fact, I had had two pieces of fruit in my life.) Three months ago I had been at the Salty Dog listening to a live band. The group was so loud it was impossible to talk and I'd had a lot to drink. A pretty girl touched me on the shoulder and pointed toward the dance floor. I nodded yes, or more likely hell yes. We danced until closing when she invited herself to my place. This beautiful girl tore off my clothes as soon as we got into my room. We screwed passionately and then we fell asleep. She woke me in the middle of the night and we screwed again. Of course, we screwed in the morning as well. Over breakfast, she told me her name was Violet and she was a biochemistry major. That was our longest conversation for several weeks. I filled in the silences babbling away about nothing. Our relationship went on like that for over a month. The only variation was that if I were studying in my room after classes, she would come over and we would screw. We would eat dinner and screw before doing our homework. Sometimes she woke me more than once in the night to screw. Violet was only the second girl I had slept with and I thought I had died and gone to heaven. It took me several weeks to realize that although we had a lot of sex, there was no passion on her part. When I tried to give her an orgasm, she protested and told me she just wanted to screw. So, it was missionary position every time. She laid on her back looking gorgeous with her legs spread and her eyes closed. Her only reaction was an occasional Mona Lisa smile. At first, I didn't mind doing all of the work and as the days passed, I found I was lasting longer and longer. I timed myself with the clock on my bed stand. One night after fucking Violet for close to 40 minutes, I realized I wasn't close to coming. I faked an orgasm and said I needed a shower. I jacked off in the shower and came quickly. I thought about our relationship and realized that we didn't have any connection beyond sex. The next morning, I said we needed to talk. Before I could say why Violet said she was using me. She was waiting for her boyfriend to return. He was lead guitar in a band that was on tour. She was just using me for sex. While we were screwing, she was thinking about her boyfriend. Her occasional smiles were for him. I sat stunned as I watched her walk out. Howie immediately knew something had changed. I explained that Violet and I had broken up. I even mentioned the boyfriend she was waiting for. Howie asked if I minded him dating her and was off like a rocket when I gave him my blessing. That night I was treated to the sounds of Howie screwing Violet in the room next to mine. I was amazed at how much I could hear. I must have driven Howie crazy for the last month and now it was my turn to suffer. Sex is like a drug in the way it stimulates the pleasure center of the brain. My complete withdrawal from sex was bad enough without having to listen to Howie and Violet through the thin wall. I finally got a little relief when after a few weeks, they broke up. He snorted something about her using him while waiting for an imaginary boyfriend. He didn't believe a word of it. The result was that both Howie and I were super horny and Josh got tired of hearing us whine. So here we were hunting women with our player roommate Josh. (In case you are curious, the rock star boyfriend showed up a few months later. I saw him at a party wasted on drugs. I was puzzled by Violet's attraction since he looked as ugly as Mick Jagger and his singing sounded like a frog in heat. But what do I know about women?) Believe it or not guys, sometimes women go to a bar just to hang out with their girlfriends. They're not interested in getting picked up, but that doesn't stop every guy in the bar from trying. Maybe the three women sitting in the booth had enough time together or more likely it was Josh's uncanny skill. Anyway, the bubbly blond bombshell in the threesome was his target. Josh intended her two companions for Howie and me. The blond was named Tiffany of course and she giggled at Josh's pickup line. She moved over to the side of the booth with her two friends. The three of us squeezed in across from them. I got in first and Howie followed. Josh made sure he was on the end across from Tiffany. I was trying to remember Josh's stupid pickup line and comprehend how it had ever succeeded. As a result, I didn't catch the two girls' names above the noise. The girl across from Howie might have been named Gretchen. I have no idea what the name of the pretty girl across from me was. The three young women had already polished off a couple of shots each and a pitcher of beer. They were all too happy to share our pitcher. The girl across from me announced that they were suite mates out for a night of fun. We started with the required discussion about majors and year. Tiffany was a junior in theater arts. Gretchen was a junior in English literature. The girl opposite me said she was a senior majoring in biochemistry. I hoped she didn't mind that I was only a junior because she had a really sweet face. The problem with winter in upstate New York is that the cold and snow means everyone is bundled up for much of the year. All three girls were wearing unzipped winter coats over bulky sweaters. All you could see were their pretty faces. In fact, I couldn't tell Gretchen and the girl across from me apart. It turned out that Gretchen and my partner were sisters and had delightful southern accents. When their mother got divorced, she took a job in admissions at Cornell and brought the girls north. Gretchen said her mother's job meant the two of them could attend Cornell tuition free. Howie is pretty good at getting conversations going even if he has no more clue than I on picking up girls. He asked everyone at the table to say what makes them squirm. Josh announced that dancing made him squirm and immediately stood up and led Tiffany off to the dance floor. Gretchen said, "Earthworms wiggling on a sidewalk after a rainstorm made me squirm." Always the nerd, Howie had to comment, "The earthworms are actually mating." His statement made both of the girls giggle and squirm. I said, "I just read about a man who is a professional tree climber. He rigs trees for scientists and teaches people to climb at a college out west. What made me squirm was when the article reported that once he got hired to help search for king cobras in trees." I guess Gretchen doesn't like snakes because she grabbed Howie and led him to the dance floor. I was alone with the girl across from me. At least, she laughed at my story. She said, "I can't believe the coincidence. I'm interested in the biochemical properties of a species of lichen that grows high up in redwood trees. Over semester break, I was at the University of California at Davis taking this same man's tree rigging class." I could listen to this woman's southern accent all day. I encouraged her to continue her story. She said, "The class was exhilarating. There is nothing like being high up in a redwood tree. Everything was wonderful until the branch I grabbed broke. My safety harness stopped my fall but I hit a tree limb and fractured my tibia." I said, "How did you get down?" She said, "The instructor sent his assistant to the ground to fetch a rescue basket. The other students descended with the assistant." I said, "So, you had to wait a long time to be rescued?" The girl said, "Waiting in pain wasn't the worst part. I was wearing only a thin tee shirt and cargo pants. I had gone without a bra because I had developed a rash climbing in the heat the first two days of the class. I was horrified when the instructor put his hands under my tee shirt and started mauling my breasts." I said, "Oh my god, really? How could he do something so outrageous to someone with a broken leg?" I guess she thought I doubted her story. She pulled out her phone and showed me a picture of her standing in a redwood grove with a day pack on her back. She was turned at an angle to the camera and my eyes traced her long legs up to skimpy cargo pants that were molded to her curvaceous ass. There was a lot of firm abdomen below her crop top that just covered her generous breasts. I zoomed in and saw two prominent nipples pushing against the thin fabric. I whistled and she snatched the phone back. She could see what I had zoomed into. She called me a perv and giggled. I felt embarrassed at being discovered and covered my indiscretion by asking, "Would you like to dance?" She laughed again and asked, "Were you paying attention when I said I broke my leg? She held up a pair of crutches that I had missed behind her coat. I was more than happy to sit with her and swap stories for an hour until the bar closed. It seemed every tale I told reminded her of something similar. It hardly felt like an hour when the owner of the bar yelled out the last call. Fortunately, Josh had his car since the girl's dorms are on the other side of campus from College Town. The girls eagerly accepted his offer of a ride and we all squeezed into his Dodge Charger. Josh parked as close to the girl's dorm as he could but there was still a fair walk left. I said, "Why don't the rest of you go on ahead? I'll stay with the cripple and protect her from bad guys." As soon as we were alone, my partner commented, "Do you know that most rapes are committed by acquaintances." I said, "I promise to keep an eye out for any of your acquaintances hiding in the bushes." She punched me in the arm and said, "I meant you." I said, "Don't worry. I am a firm believer in no means no." (It was 1970 and well before today's requirement of a signed contract consenting to sex.) She laughed, "That's nice but I'm still not sure I should trust you." I said, "Ok, let me tell you why you can trust me. My first sexual partner was a friend of my older sister and she taught me everything I know about sex. Once she showed me the art of edging and I gave her an intense orgasm after a half hour of skillful stimulation. At that point, I thought it was my turn, but she said she was on antibiotics and couldn't have sex. I told her I'd be happy with a hand or mouth. She said no and all I was allowed to do was cuddle. I wasn't happy but I honored her wish. Anyway, I offer that story as proof I can be trusted." My companion snorted, "Your story sounds more like bragging than proof of anything." She was right. I was bragging. I was trying to impress this attractive senior because I was worried she would think I was a naive junior. I couldn't believe I had just boasted about my sexual prowess as proof of my character. It had to be about the biggest mistake I could have made. I was blushing as I said, "Sorry, it was the best I could come up with." She said, "Well, it does remind me of the time that my former boyfriend had me on the edge for nearly an hour. Every time I got close to an orgasm, he would change how fast he was thrusting his massive cock into me. He would wait for me to calm down before speeding up again. After a while, I was pleading with him to finish me. When he finally let me cum, it was the most intense orgasm of my life." I couldn't believe we were sharing intimate details of our sex lives after knowing each other for a little more than an hour. I was falling rapidly for this captivating woman and my head was spinning from a massive overdose of hormones. She wasn't very fast on her crutches but I would have been happy if the walk took longer. I loved listening to the sound of her voice. When we got to her dorm, I saw a poster for the school Valentine's Day Dance. I pointed to the poster and asked, "Would go to the dance with me?" She giggled, "As long as you don't expect me to dance, I'd love to." Someone opened the door to the dorm and she asked them to hold it for her. She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and awkwardly scrambled through the door with crutches flying. It wasn't until I got back to my suite that I realized that I did not have her name or number. A couple of days later, Tiffany came out of Josh's room. She laughed when I asked her who the girl on crutches was. She said, "That was Ginna's sister." (I groaned inwardly. The second girl's name was not even close to Gretchen.) She continued, "Her name is Julia and she is a senior at Ithaca High School. Ginna and I took Julia out to celebrate her 18th birthday." (I know the drinking age in New York is 21 but in those days bars were happy to admit underage girls with false IDs.) I stuttered, "High school?" Tiffany said, "Ginna shared her sister's text messages with me. Julia is embarrassed. She really likes you but feels terrible that she told you one lie after another. She was afraid you would reject her for being an unsophisticated high school student. Personally, I don't think Julia is used to drinking so much." I said, "Well all she said was that she was a senior. I was the one who assumed she was a senior at Cornell." Tiffany laughed, "You are too kind. Julia is not our suitemate. She doesn't have a broken leg. The crutches were for a bet she lost with her sister. According to Ginna, Julia has never climbed a tree nor even had a boyfriend. The only bit that was remotely true was that Ginna and Julia hiked in the California redwoods with their mother last summer. In reality, Julia is a science nerd and a student-athlete." I laughed and said, "I had a lot of fun talking with Julia and I asked her to go to the Valentine's Day Dance. I'd still like to take her. Please don't tell Julia that you told me about her lies." Tiffany said, "As long as you promise to be nice and don't take advantage of her. After all, she is just an unsophisticated high school student." I grinned, "I think that makes her the perfect date for an unsophisticated scientist." I am looking forward to the Valentine's Day Dance. Julia and I have a lot to talk about. I plan on taking it slow and I hope to get lucky enough to receive a proper kiss. It will probably be a long time before I ever introduce her to edging, but I think the journey will be exciting. Epilogue It is nearly fifteen years later and I am walking hand in hand with my wife Julia in the California redwoods. For a thirty-three-year-old, world famous biochemist, she still looks great in a tee shirt and cargo shorts. I'm carrying the daypack because Julia is five months pregnant with our first child. I expect the rest of our journey will be even more exciting. My Sweet Valentine "I want to fill you, babygirl! I want to fill you so full of me that you won't know where I end and you start! I want to fuck you to madness!" His voice was dark with passion, His hands suddenly trembling as He removed her blindfold and untied her wrists. "I can't wait anymore tonight, baby!" He confessed hoarsely. "I need you so much, baby!" He rolled her over and lay beside of her, His mouth finding hers greedily, His fingers pushing into her wet pussy, His thumb riding her clit as He fucked her and kissed her. Sunny knew she couldn't hold out much longer, and ground herself against His hand, wanting it, needing it, straining to top the cliff He was pushing her up with ruthless lust. "Open your eyes, baby! I want you to look at me when you come!" He rammed fucked her harder with His fingers, and As she dragged her eyes open, He squeezed her clit hard, and then let it go with a sharp pat. Sunny broke, and came so hard her legs shook. She could see His eyes as He watched her orgasm roll over her, and they were gleaming with lust. Before the last shocks had subsided, He was over her, in her, hard, deep, killing her with the force of His lust as He fucked her. He shook as he rode her, His mouth claiming her lips, her nipples, her shoulders, every place He could lay claim to her. And all the while, He drove into her, lifting her legs and placing them on His shoulders, so He could have deeper penetration, so He could ram his hard cock into her, and make her as wild for Him as He was for her. She loved the hard fucking, and thrust her hips willingly up at His, meeting Him drive for drive, grunting with Him, moaning and groaning as He made her lose all sense of where they were, and who she was. Her skin was on fire, her mind ablaze, as he smacked her hard as he fucked her, making her bottom redden for before His hungry gaze. She could feel herself flying higher and higher, and when she burst through the clouds, she felt herself gush with the juices He had dragged from her deepest core. Sunny did not hear herself cry out, nor hear His answering shout. All she knew what that He was plunging into her, calling forth a hard, long, drowning orgasm that seemed to go on and on. When she came back to herself, she was cradled in His arms, her body shaking, as was His, their breaths thick and hard as they fought for control. "Baby, I love you!" He panted, smoothing her wild hair from her flushed cheeks. "I love you, too, Master!" she answered Him, curling her arms around His neck and letting Him steal another kiss from her swollen lips. They dozed like that, in each other's arms, and when she opened her eyes next, she was being lifted into His arms. "Time for a bath, I think, My pet!" He kissed her slack mouth and walked with her into their bathroom, where he set her down in water that was almost too hot. The scented candles He had set around the bath soothed her soul, and the soft strains of "I Love You" by Daniel Lanois stole into her ears, as she watched her Lover, her Lifeline, step into the tub beside her. The bubbles hid His chest, but could not hide the love she saw glowing in his eyes as He reached for her. "Happy Valentine's Day, my sweet Valentine! I love you, babygirl!" Sunny let him pull her between His legs and laid her head back against His thighs. He dropped a soft kiss on her forehead, and as she savored the moment, eyes closed, she said a silent prayer of thankfulness for her Master.