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Petal Pushing It was our first Valentine's together. Actually, it was our first anything together. It was a long-distance internet thing, and I flew out to meet him for a week-long first date. We went out to dinner on Valentine's Day, and it was rather subdued, which I thought was fine; after all, we barely knew each other. He gave me a rose, we had pink champagne with dinner and it was all very sweet.  Afterwards, we headed back to his place. It would be our "first time" together, and we were both anxious and ready. This fantastic sexual tension had been building between us all day. It got to the point where I almost felt high - it was that potent. We began kissing, which quickly progressed to fondling and then sucking as I finally took the huge cock I had seen on the webcam into my mouth and tasted what I had been longing to taste for ages. He was so excited he didn't let me suck him for long, and when he pulled my mouth away, he lifted me up from my knees and led me toward the bedroom.What I saw was a room filled with lit candles and a bed completely covered in rose petals. It was so touching I actually teared up. I turned to him, threw him on the bed and jumped on him, grinding into his cock until he guided himself into me and I rode him like my life depended on it. I had never heard a guy cry out like that as I fucked him, and watching him cum was incredible - he looked like he might die from sheer ecstasy. The next round was him licking my clit and slit with such enthusiasm that I came all over his face, hard. Well, I can tell you that crushed rose petals stain sheets. But we never threw them away! --Monica K. Cincinnati OH Toy Box I hadn't been in a relationship for so long that I'd almost forgotten what it was like. I had gotten used to household toys being a girl's best friend, as well as my own hands. Valentine's Day was just another day to me.  My mom knew of my plight and thought some flowers might cheer me up. It turned out I knew the girl who was delivering... we had gone to school together a few years before. We chatted for a few minutes and I ended up telling her how much I hate VD. She invited me out that night to go to a gay bar with her. While I was nervous at first, I figured what the hell.We met up later that night and went to the bar where everyone knew her. It was great: people were friendly, drinks were flowing, and music was bumping. I had the time of my life, and I guess I kind of expected it when she leaned over and kissed me later that evening. It had been so long since I'd had a tongue in my mouth, I just kind of pounced on her. We ended up rolling all over the floor of my apartment and all those toys that had been my friends for the past year were put to a much better use. I fucked her with my racing-red dildo; I filled her dripping pussy with a bullet vibe as I licked her cunt and jutting clit until she screamed. She used the nipple clamps on me and kissed me hard while she worked her hand in and out of me until I exploded in the most mind-boggling orgasm I ever had. Then she pinned my arms over my head on the floor and got on top of me. We started grinding our pussies against one another. I ended up straddling her thigh while she rode mine, rubbing my aching clit against her skin until her leg was slippery with my juices. Our breasts bounced against one another as we struggled for our orgasms, and when we each came, we held each other tight until the world stopped spinning. We've been together four years since that night. I always send my mom flowers on Valentine's Day now. --Christina M, San Francisco, CA Island Breeze I decided to surprise my girlfriend for Valentine's Day with a trip to the Caribbean. She had never been to the islands, and I wanted to share some of the tropical beauty with her. It was a pretty uneventful trip; we were both relaxed, kicking back and not really worked up over anything.  Valentine's Day happened to fall right in the middle of the tip, and I decided to take her down to the pool bar for a few drinks that night. After a few rum-thingies with the little umbrellas in them, she began to get a little loose, and I mean loose! She started taking off her top so her boobs were just hanging out in the night breeze. Then she started dancing provocatively to the music that was playing in the background. She kept sipping her drinks, getting more and more forward with the other guys around us. I found myself surprised that I was as turned on by it as I was.Next thing I know, she's on her knees sucking off some black guy who was really well-hung compared to me, and I felt my dick get bigger as I watched her go at it on this stranger's cock. The some other guy started playing with her boobs as she was making the first guy cum in her mouth. Another man took his place, she had someone playing with her tits and I could see other guys getting themselves ready to have a go at my girl. Before I knew it, she was on her stomach on a deck chair and getting pounded doggy-style while still sucking off a line of guys and swallowing their cum. I kid you not, this was my girl and I was getting off on it. After a while, I interrupted the line, took her up to our room and fucked her stupid while she came over and over again on my cock. She had a horrible hangover, but she wasn't ashamed the next day. She said it had always been a fantasy and she had just felt bold enough to try it out. Now we head to the islands every year for Valentine's Day. --Roy K, Annapolis, MD
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