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A Valentine to Remember
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A Valentine to Remember  One of the ways you survive your first --- and subsequent --- Valentine's Days when a love affair has ended or a loved one is lost, is the memory of one of the better ones from the past. Ironically the most memorable with my second wife was only three months before she died. She had a favorite steak place, and any occasion === her birthday, mine --- was an excuse to make a reservation. It was cold that night, damp, and if had been any night but Valentine's I would have tried to talk her into staying home and ordering a pizza. but it was Valentine's and she wanted to dress up and go out, and I never could say no. This particular steak house was divided into small rooms, usually with three tables and a curtained doorway. We were ushered into one and a table, and she excused herself for a moment then came back. We talked, read the menu and ordered. In a few minutes the waiter brought the salad. As soon as the waiter went through the curtain she gave me a funny knowing smile, dropped her napkin, and went down to pick it up --- and under the table. The next thing I knew my pants were being unzipped and my cock fished out of my underwear. It wasn't elusive long, it went from zero to sixty that night in less than seven seconds. She then proceeded to perform the wettest, deepest, nastiest, most beautiful blowjob of my life, twisting her mouth, diving rising and riding tides of pulsing desire in me until, despite worrying about the waiter coming in any second, I exploded damn near in her throat and she polished me and sucked until I was empty, limp, and defeated. She then wiped me off with a napkin and tucked me away. She was barely in her chair, and dabbing my cum from her lip when the waiter came in. Her salad covered in ranch dressing hadn't been touched and he asked it the salad was all right. Without so much as a grin, those wicked achromatic green gray, blue green eyes sparkling with mischief, she looked at the waiter and without a pause still dabbing my cum from her mouth: "The ranch dressing was a little salty ..." I found out later she had bribed the waiter and maître 'd to give us a private room and some time to enjoy it. It was bittersweet to remember for a while, but now I can remember looking down at her head bobbing up and down on my cock, and the smile in those eyes full of pride, mischief, and sheer horniness. I hope all of you have a Valentine you want to remember and maybe share if you care to. Re the drawings I've been posting and cartoons, I thought I'd do something other than the usual photos and Gifs --- beside all this is my work and there's no worry about copyrights.   Lust brings you together, love keeps you there, sex keeps the mechanism lubricated.  |
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Excellent story. Loved it! Picture is priceless.. Happy Valentine's Day to you both hugs V Something like: "She seems to have lost her earring in my pants." Lust brings you together, love keeps you there, sex keeps the mechanism lubricated.
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Excellent story. Loved it! Picture is priceless.. Happy Valentine's Day to you both hugs V Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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