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Heart Shaped Valentine
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Heart Shaped Valentine She heard him close the door behind him and set down his bag. She tried to quell the excitement to see him and to see if he got her anything for Valentine's Day. He walks into the room And gives her A gentle kiss On her lips. Discussions of how each other's day went are shared. She can't help But to keep glancing At the tiny red bag That hung in the precipice Of two of his fingers Back and forth it swayed Daring gravity To push it down to the floor Asserting it dominance To the tiny red bag’s defiance. Words were spoken but thoughts if what could be in such a small bag, had her mind racing. About the only thing she could think of that would fit in such a small bag was maybe a pair of lacey see thru thongs or maybe a small box of jewelry. She couldn't stop stealing a glance at it, as it swayed back and forth from his fingertips. “Oh is some naughty lil gurl being greedy and wants to know wants to know what's in here.” His tone was slightly disapproving. Her silence was not the answer he wanted to hear. There was a sour lemon bitterness to his words. “Do you think I am supposed to give you something just because it’s Valentine's day? Don’t I take care of you... everyday.” It’s the way he emphasized the word everyday and drew it out like a long breath, that cut her like a home invader’s knife. Her stuttering apology did not prevent him from grabbing her<b> wrist </font></b>and dragging her into the living room. Her words went unheard and were finally brought to an end when he growled “Quiet” like a stressed parent dealing with a petulant . The shadow of his booming command hung in the air and she surrendered in silence. He lead her to beside the couch. Placing his bear paw of a hand between her shoulder blades he pushed her. The arm of the sofa seemed to hug her legs, snd waist became a fulcrum. Everything above the waist was sent tumbling forward. His hand upon her back told her to stay down. Leaning over her using his weight to pin her, his hands waste no time unbuckling her belt, the button fly unzipping her zipper as she stayed bent over. His hands claimed her hips as his thumbs forged their way under her pants and panties. He pulled down her clothes to the floor basically shackling her ankles and exposing her from the waist down. Walking around to the side, leaving her ass up and exposed, he leaned down to look her in the eyes. Grabbing her chin he lifted her sight to his gaze. You are being so greedy rumbled through his throat like a division of tanks. He picks up the little red bag that he had dropped when he pulled down her pants. “Here.” He pulls out the object from inside the bag. It was a small white tub black lettering, a big black circle was the dominant image. “Take it” Taking it into the palm of her hand she could see it was a small tube of black colored frosting used for detailed work, like writing a name on a birthday cake. “Do you know the story of Saint Valentine. Let me enlighten you.” That’s when she felt his hand. The sting was a bittersweet pain. He talked of Claudius the second, how he was know as Claudius the Cruel. The cruel as accentuated by four rapid concussive smacks up her right thigh and cheek. The feeling and sounds of spanking, broke up tales of how Claudius outlawed marriages, for fear of men becoming unwilling to join the legion. Several more strikes resonated with Claudius’s fear that the men of Rome would not want to leave their wives. She felt the burn of her reddening skin. Talk about Valentine’s defiance were interwoven between swats to her bare ass. The tale continued on as did the spanks. He spoke of how despite the mandate Valentine continued to perform marriages. She felt repeated concussive strikes all over her ass. Sounds of hand Colliding with skin intermingled with words. Her hand was balled around the tube of icing. She would squeeze the tube every time his hand found its mark. The fire she felt erupting on her skin was as much a release as it was discomfort. The change of tempo of the spanks kept her always guessing, as he kept the pace of his storytelling uniform. The intensity of each strike was different than the one before, as was the placement of each. Her ass wailed In fiery pins and needles, As his words spoke. She heard of how Valentine was caught how he was to be beaten in public before he was beheaded. Yet through it all, Valentine never wavered in how he had done the right thing. How he even sent a letter signing it Your Valentine thus given birth to the valentines we know today. He cupped his hand for the last blow, that made her wince more from the sound and soreness she was feeling, than from the actual impact. Through it all there was no denying how wet she felt. How every word he spoke every bite or soothe of his hands seemed to gather and manifest between her thighs. Every time he sparked her she wanted more is him. She was wet, she could only imagine how red her ass must have been. The wetness she felt was an unfulfilled need. His hands. roaming all over her ass was a comfort. “You know” His tone was more a declaration than a question. “The shape of a heart design bears no resemblance to that of an actual heart. Many believe the traditional shape looks a lot more like that of a female’s posterior. You know 10 cent word for butt.” With that he have her posterior a playful swat. Her whole body seemed alive and flush. She knew what she wanted. Just listening to him in the state she found herself in, made her all the more desperate to feel him inside her. He talked about how the ancient Greeks built the Aphrodite Kallipygos. A temple for the beautiful goddess Aphrodite. The name of the temple translates as Goddess with the Beautiful Buttocks. A flash of empowerment and naughty thoughts ran over her skin at the thought of having her ass worshiped as some sort of divine beauty. Softly he ran his hand up along her spine. Suddenly he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back and leaned into her. She felt him through his pants. He was hard. She could feel how the fabric was restraining him. It made her want him even more. She was ready through the pleasure and pain. He placed his other hand on the small of her back pushing her into just the right position as she started to feel the strain in her neck. She needed him. She could feel how he needed her. The eternity that he held her like that made it hard to breathe. She could feel the heat steaming off her red skin. He held her hair as he unbuckled his belt and wiggled his pants and underwear down. His bare soft rigid skin felt good against her. She needed him in her. She was practically shaking as the anticipation was on the verge of becoming to much and the strain her muscles felt started to break her down. He shift back and plunge into her in one long slow stroke. She couldn’t stop the sound she made as her body stretched around him. It was a temporary relief to a boiling need. He slide back and forth in and out of her a few times. She felt her hair twist as he turned his<b> wrist </font></b>to gain leverage. Her legs were starting to shake from being bend over the couch for so long. That all disappeared as he started to thunder into her. Thunderclaps filled the room as their bodies collided over and over again. She squeeze the tube in her hand as her other hand dug unto the sofa cushion. Her body needed the release. It needed to be spent. She couldn’t form words as she felt him push deeper and deeper with every thrust. Her body clenched and quivered. His onslaught was relentless, primal, fast, and hard. She couldn’t hold on anymore and she cried out and felt her body grip and soak him. Her body pulsating around him. She could feel him losing control inside her. He exploded, filling her. He continued to thrust and slam until he was emptied. Letting go of the first full of hair he leaned down and grabbed the tube from her hand. He twisted off the cap and put his hand upon her back to keep her in place. She was too tired to resist even if she had wanted to. He started at her tailbone went up over following the curve, repeating on the other side forming a perfect heart. He grabbed his phone and took several pics. “Look. Now you have a heart shaped valentines.” He helped her stand back up and caressed her face. Giving a soft kiss, he smiled. “Go get cleaned up babygirl” With that he walked towards the bathroom. “I rented that movie you had wanted to see. Go get your comfy blanket and I’ll order some chinese.” He really did know exactly what she really had wanted not just for Valentine's but for every day and night. Cozy pjs, chinese food, fuzzy comfy blanket romantic movie, having been his sole focus, knowing he knows her so well, and curling up into his caring protective arms. He truly was her everyday Valentine. She smiled to herself as she thought that all she ever had to do was bend over to give him her heart shaped valentine. |
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Not my best work but been kicking around inside my head since the day before Valentines Day so there it is lol.
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WOW at least you got it out- just in time for spring to arrive. Good thing to have or get a Valentine any day of the year!! (Virtual Symposium Group) use Virtual Symposium Group
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wow...i really liked this...you surely have your way with your words!!! keep pup the good work...i wanna read more...
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And you told me you "just ordered take-out" for VD. There sure was a lot inside that little bag. You really amaze me. I found myself on a sensual roller coaster ride. As usual, I was staring, unblinking at my screen, hanging on every word. I was plotting my mental retaliation; what a buzz kill, party pooper, he doesn't deserve her! But you pulled it out (ha!) at the very end so I could like you again. I agree with evil Pervie's opinion of VD however. I LOVED it! Only a few writers can corral my distraction and keep me so engaged. You inspire me to be a better writer. xoxo Your Fucktoy Your Cherie Your Biggest Fan Please read my blog The Sapiophiles Sapiogurl
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And yes a valentines any day of the year is a great thing 
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