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  Who Needs A Relationship?I decided I wasn't dating this year, so Valentine's Day was probably going to be a big bust for me. "Screw that!" I said to myself, and called about five guys I knew to come over for a little fun. Remarkably enough, they were all free (or said they were, anyway) and they all arrived at my place that evening primed for action. I stood on my coffee table in white lingerie and turned for full effect. "Okay, boys - make me forget that I'm no-one's special this year. Make me realize I am special for other reasons!" And with that and a wink, I slid off the table and into the bedroom where I was pounded by cock and drank cum until my stomach was full, my hair was sticky, my holes were all used, and my heart felt light. This will be my new Valentines Day ritual, I think. --Anonymous Roses and Romance  Years ago, I was an actor and traveling around the country for my jobs. I had a temporary six-week gig in Cape Cod, and was somewhat upset about it - I had met this fabulous girl right before I left. I finally convinced her to take a chance on me and fly out for a week-long first date, which I thought was pretty gutsy on her part. I told her I even had two bedrooms, and she could take the other one, if it made her more comfortable. I shouldn't have said it, because of course that's what she did.But come Valentine's Day, she returned to this little shack we were staying in, she found I had lit candles and had soft music playing. I don't think anyone had ever done anything like that for her, because it really threw her. So much, in fact, that she began making out with me immediately in this hot "you're getting laid" kind of way. When it finally came time to move into the bedroom, the last surprise was waiting - more candles and a bed completely covered by rose petals. This just broke her last reserve and we ended up on those rose petals fucking until neither of us could move. We stayed in bed for days. And stayed together or years. Ruined my sheets, though. -- Jocko from Illinois Labial Loving  My most memorable Valentines Day was when my master decided he loved me and wanted to keep me as his possession. It's not like a marriage - more like a commitment ceremony. But in keeping with the tweak of our relationship, the significant jewelry couldn't be a mere ring. For weeks ahead of time, my Master pondered on it and gave it a lot of thought, occasionally asking for my input, but with the caveat that the decision on how to cement our relationship was his and his alone.He finally decided, without telling me. I walked into our living room on Valentine's Day and twenty of our closest friends were there, as well as this big guy with a big chair and some big needles. I was placed in the chair, given a glass of champagne and tied down. Master stood over me, holding my shoulders and caressing them as this gargantuan fellow got down to work - I suddenly realized what the permanent mark would be - a labial piercing! I somehow got through it by staring up at the face of my Master who told me he was so proud of me. Once it was over, I definitely KNEW something was down there, but it wasn't ready to be touched. But that's okay - we had anal sex to celebrate - my second favorite! --Maria, Carlsbad City  A Lesbian HoneymoonMy lover and I have been together for years, and we've probably run the gamut of how to make the day special. Having been together ten years, we sort of wondered how we were going to top last year's unbelievable swing party in our own home. Nothing says "LOVE" like lots of loving happening all around you, especially a lesbian swing party. Well, this year, with all the political rumblings, we decided to head to San Francisco where the city was supposedly going to marry gay couples. We hopped on a plane and got in line, and the Mayor himself married us in his room. Imagine - us - married! It felt like a certain validation, and also a closing of a door. No one could take it away from us. So we went to the nearest four-star hotel, asked for the Bridal Suite and celebrated our honeymoon there. It was the wildest time we'd ever had together. Perhaps it was just that whole innocuous validation thing that did it for us, but it really put some heat into our love-making. How can we top that next year? --Mrs. & Mrs. Adupopolous
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