My Dirty Little Valentine: An Erotic Anthology

by Pure Textuality Public Relations

  "Faster," Sophy managed to say, in between gasps and moans of pleasure. "Please, don't stop. Finger fuck me. Lick me. Harder. Make me come!"

  Thrusting her hips up and down to increase the pressure on her clit, Sophy felt like she was being fucked in a way she had never imagined. Craig's fingers had found her pleasure centers and were working their magic to the point that she thought she was going to explode.

  "Put another finger inside," she directed him. "I want to really feel it. Keep doing whatever the fuck you're doing with the clit, too. And don't fucking stop. It feels amazing. I want this so bad. Please. Make me come," she went on, breathlessly.

  "OK, you got it, Baby," Craig inserted another finger and used it to rub against the swollen, rough area he had found on the wall of Sophy's vagina, as he spoke. "How's that?"

  "Oh, yeah. Now you've got it. That's it, keep going. Finger and tongue. I'm so close."

  "Oh, God. Here it comes. Here it comes. Oh, God, yes!" she screamed.

  Arching her back as her orgasm pulsed through her entire body, Craig felt like he had unleashed a wild animal. He kept flicking his tongue across Sophy's clit, but was unable to do anything with the fingers inside as they were being squeezed hard and were immobilized as the orgasm convulsed within.

  "Baby, you're so tight," he said, as he raised his head to see if she still looked as beautiful when she came as he remembered. "I can feel you squeezing me hard. It feels so good. I did that for you, Baby. Don't forget who did that for you."

  Sophy was speechless and unable to respond. All she could do was lay back and allow the final waves of her climax to subside, leaving her breathless.

  * * *

  Keen to feel her convulsions on his cock, Craig hastily moved up the skybed, grabbing Sophy's ankles as he did so, placing her feet on his bulging pecs and bending her knees toward her chest as he knelt upright with his knees either side of her hips. Once in position, he maneuvered the throbbing head of his near bursting member between the lips of her pussy, slickening it with her post come juices, before ramming it in hard and deep. She was very tight in this position and when she gave a little cry as he drove it home, he wasn't sure if that was a sign of pleasure or pain. In truth, though, he was far too horny and too close to his own orgasm to really care. As he started to withdraw, he felt the flared rim of his swollen head become constricted at her tight, still convulsing opening. The moan he heard and the look on her face told him that pain or discomfort wasn't an issue. Now he could test his self-control and try something he'd wanted to do for a very long time.

  Pulling his hips back until he felt his entire head being squeezed by her clutching pussy, he pumped his cock slowly, in short, shallow thrusts. Each one allowing no more than the head of his cock to penetrate her opening, before withdrawing it and enjoying the sensation of the rim of his head to arrest the thrust at her tightest point. After performing nine shallow thrusts and without warning, Craig pounded himself to the hilt, burying himself deep inside Sophy's warm, wet, snug passage. He kept his hands firmly on her hips to ensure total control over the depth and timing of his thrusts as he repeated the procedure, this time with eight shallow thrusts, followed by two unrelenting hard, deep plunges, both of which caused her to shudder and wail with ecstasy. The combination of the teasing, shallow surges seemed to build tension deep in her belly, which was released in an explosive wave of pleasure by the powerful slamming that followed.

  Again and again he worked his magic, using nothing more than the rhythmic movement of his massive head to create the anticipation and sexual tension within her, before using the full length of his fat cock to pound it free. By the time he got to two shallow followed by eight deep rammings, he could barely hold back. He was close to losing his load, but his determination to perform the entire set to completion was equally as strong.

  "Make me come, Craig. Make me come. I want it. I want you deep inside me when I come," Sophy screamed.

  "I want to feel you come, too, Baby," he responded, trying to distract himself from coming too soon as he finished his last set of nine shallow pulses. "I want to come with you. Wait for me, Baby. I'm ready to give it to you right now!"

  With that, he abandoned all self-control and gave it to her relentlessly. Hard, deep and rough. The way he knew she liked it when she got to this point. Counting the strokes until he could let himself go, deep inside her.

  Seven. Eight. Nine.

  "Fuck yes. Look at me, Baby. Watch me come. Look at me," he cried out as he pumped his hot load inside her.

  Sophy felt her own orgasm hover on the edge, before the feel of him pulsing his cum inside her pushed her over the edge and she clawed at his thighs and let the wave of orgasm cascade through her.

  "Here it comes," she screeched, struggling to look at him as her mind shattering climax caused her eyes to roll up and her head to arch backward.

  With Craig still emptying the last of his load inside her, she managed to lock eyes on him before her orgasm subsided, allowing them to share a special moment. That unique bond that only two people in love can share as they bring each other to a mutual and fulfilling climax.

  * * *

  "Where do we go from here?" Sophy asked, as the fasten seat belt warning sounded and the overhead seat belt sign illuminated.

  "Let's talk about that over breakfast," Craig replied, smiling. "I want to give us a go and see if we can make it work, for real. But, I don't want to pressure you and I know you like your independence, so maybe it's not for you."

  "I get scared, that's all. I've never told you about my past or what happened, but I think I owe you that. I'll tell you about it at breakfast, then you can decide if you still want to give it a go or not. Deal?"

  "Deal," he replied firmly, knowing that there was nothing she could tell him that would change his mind.

  "Happy first Valentine's Day," she blew him a kiss as they buckled up and prepared for landing.

  My Unexpected Valentine

  Regina Frame

  Miranda placed the empty cardboard box on the hardwood floor in front of her dresser, surprised at the sense of peace she felt at the moment. She'd put off boxing up all the things that reminded her of Jared, even though he'd been gone for months now. She picked up the silver picture frame and let her fingers trace over the raised letters that spelled love. What a joke! Sure he told her that he loved her plenty of times, but she knew better. He just couldn't keep his dick in his pants. She'd always suspected he was cheating on her, but she never actually caught him red handed.

  She did however receive a text from her best friend Ryder one night that confirmed everything she'd suspected all along. She remembered it like it was yesterday. It was the Thanksgiving holiday, and Miranda was supposed to introduce Jared to her parents over dinner, but she'd come down with the flu and had to stay home. Sure he played the part of the doting boyfriend, helped her to bed, and gave her fluids and some kind of liquid medicine to help her sleep. It was all great until she woke up and he was gone. She had managed to drag herself to the bathroom, almost passing out before she could make it back to bed. That's when her phone chimed, signaling that a new message had arrived. She was sure it was Jared checking in on her, but what she saw when the screen came to life was Jared wrapped up in the arms of Lilly Hightower. Lilly was head cheerleader, football queen and voted most likely to catch an STD their senior year. She constantly flaunted her assets for all the guys; and Miranda was pretty sure that Lilly had succeeded in at least one of those areas. Miranda tossed the frame into the box along with a couple of love notes Jared had written her and a few dried roses from last Valentine's Day. How pathetic was she to believe that he actually cared for her. She opened the top drawer of her dresser and dug through all of her t-shirts until she found the faded green hornet, his favorite, and tossed it in the box. She then turned and made her way over to her dark wood sleigh bed and sat on the side of it. She sighed, dropped back against the mattress and closed her eyes. She started thinking about all the men in
her life and how they had all let her down in some way; all of them except for her best friend Ryder Hayes.

  Miranda's eyes flew open when she heard pounding on her front door. She glanced at the clock on the night stand. It had been two hours since she came into her room. The knocking grew louder and so did a deep voice calling out her name.

  Rushing to the door and flinging it open; there he stood with his broad shoulders and hunky body filling her door frame, Ryder Hayes.

  Ryder was at least six-foot-one with dark brown hair and light green eyes; and is known as an all around good guy by everyone. Miranda has always had feelings for her friend, but she would never jeopardize their friendship by telling him; besides he never seemed interested in her, and he was never without a date. He wasn't a player by any means. It's just that beautiful girls always seem to follow him around. Miranda on the other hand wasn't surprised that Ryder never made a move for her. She was anything but the tall slender blondes he usually dated. She was only (5'7"), brown hair and brown eyes, and had a much curvier figure. Not that she was ashamed of her curves. She was just glad she didn't fit the cookie cutter mold like some girls try to do. Miranda didn't want to be anyone but Miranda, curves and all.

  "I was beginning to get worried." He said. His brows pinched together.

  "I'm sorry. I fell asleep. What's up?" I asked as I crossed the room and dropped down on to the couch.

  "You feeling ok?" He asked with true concern in his eyes. Another thing she never got from Jared. Actual concern.

  "Yeah. Just tired. I started cleaning out some things in my room and decided to take a break. The next thing I know, I'm waking up to pounding on my door." I said pinning him with big brown eyes.

  "Yeah. Sorry about that, but damn it Miranda! Can't a best friend worry?" Yeah, best friend, nothing more.

  "Sure you can, but I'm ok." I said. "Did you need something or are you just out to interrupt sleeping women today?"

  "Only the beautiful ones." He said with a crooked smile. I shake my head and smile, hoping he doesn't notice the blush across my cheeks.

  Ryder crosses the room in two long strides and sits on the ottoman facing Miranda ; placing his hands on my knees. "I came to take you to the club tonight, and before you try to give me some lame excuse as to why you can't go...don't bother. Its bullshit and you know it." He said, staring at her with his beautiful light green eyes. That's one thing about Ryder, he can see right through me. Sighing heavily and dropping back against the couch, I close my eyes. No excuses. "What time?" I asked cracking one eye just enough to see him.

  "Now."

  "Now? Look at me!" While pointing a thumb back at myself , referring to my ratty old sweatpants and faded t-shirt.

  "What? You always look beautiful." He said touching his finger to my nose and laughing. "Well...In that case just let me grab my purse!" I say, rolling my eyes.

  "Go. Get ready; I'll watch TV while I wait." He said as he picked up the remote and aimed it at the TV. I look over my shoulder as I pad across the room toward the hall. Ryder has taken over my spot on the couch with his feet up on the ottoman. He looks so relaxed. I can't help but smile just thinking about how well he fits here. It's just like we're roommates or something. Now that he's single again, he's here more often. I have to admit that I feel something in the pit of my stomach when he's around; but I'm just not sure I'm ready to admit it out loud.

  I walk into my closet and flip through the hangers looking for something to wear that looks sexy, but not desperate. I know I'm going to hang out with a friend, but who's to say that I might just pick up some hot guy, while we're there. I pull my black leather skirt from the hanger and choose a white blouse with the black leather trim across the shoulders.

  I shower in record time and get dressed just as fast. I decide to leave my hair down tonight and style it with a few loose curls framing my face. I spray a little of my favorite perfume between my breasts and just below my ears. I don't know what it is about this perfume, but I get compliments on it all the time and feel sexy when I'm wearing it. I stand in front of the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door to check my reflection one more time before slipping into the black stilettos. I look damn good if I do say so myself. Eat your heart out Jared! I'm determined to enjoy this Valentine's Day even if I do spend it with my best friend.

  The look on Ryder's face when I enter the room causes that strange feeling in the pit of my stomach again. I can feel his eyes on me like a warm caress against my now sensitive skin as he looks me over head to toe. His brilliant light green eyes are now darkened with a hint of something else I can't quite make out.

  "You look beautiful." He says and swallows hard, causing his Adams apple to move up and down beneath his tanned skin. I'm suddenly aware of every inch of my best friend. Damn it. I shouldn't be feeling this way about Ryder. We're just friends, nothing more. He looks different tonight, but I can't figure out what it is. He's wearing a pair of black jeans and a white fitted t-shirt that shows off his hard body in all its perfection. His dark brown hair is sticking up, like he's just ran his fingers through it, but it looks so sexy on him. I don't know what happened between him and Kara, but she's a fool to let Ryder get away. It's not often you find a guy who's the whole package, and Ryder is just that.

  "Ready?" He asks with his panty melting smile.

  "Yeah; just let me grab my bag and then we can go." I walk across the room and pick up my small black handbag from the counter, and then make my way back to where Ryder is standing with the door open waiting for me. He places his hand at the small of my back, sending a surge of warmth through my body. When we make it to his car he reaches for the door at the same time I do, and brushes his fingers across my hand causing nerve endings to tingle. As he leans in close to open the door for me his hard chest crushes against my arm. His strong masculine scent tickles my nose and sends all my senses into overload. The ride to the club is a short one, and I'm thankful for that. There are so many feelings swirling around in my head that I'm not quite sure what to do with them. Why all of a sudden would I have such strong feelings for my best friend? I should have just insisted that I stay home tonight. Valentine's Day alone. Depressing.

  Ryder parks the car in the valet lane and tosses his keys to the attendant as he makes his way to the passenger side of the car. He opens the door, takes my hand to help me out. He places his warm hand on my lower back sending a shiver down my spine, as he guides me through the big glass doors and over to the bar. Weaving our way through the crowd of people on the way; It doesn't go unnoticed that a group of girls at the end of the bar are undressing him with their eyes. Ryder orders us a couple of beers and then grabs the only two stools open at the bar. We both turn to face the dance floor, and watch the couples grind shamelessly into each other. As Ryder leans back against the bar, supporting himself on his elbows, his light green eyes sparkle under the flashing lights of the dance floor.

  "I can't believe I let you drag me here tonight!" I say with my mouth close to Ryder's ear. "The music at the club tonight seems a little louder than normal, or maybe it's just because I haven't been here in...forever."

  "You know I couldn't let my best friend spend Valentine's Day alone." He winks and lifts the beer bottle to his full lips as I watched him swallow the liquid. I was fighting the urge to resist placing my lips on his without wanting to suck or bite them. I've been friends with Ryder since college and here we are four years later still hanging out. I would never tell Ryder that I've always crushed on him. I've watched women come and go, but none of them had staying power.

  "I'm kind of glad you're not dating anyone right now." I can't believe that just came out of my mouth, but now that it's out there; there's no taking it back.

  "Yeah...Me too." Ryder says. "I'm kind of glad it's just me and you." My stomach does a flip. "We don't have to worry about stepping on anyone's toes. Jared always thought some guy was hitting on you and gave you shit over it; and Kara swore I was making a date behind her back! Fuck! Who
needs that shit anyway!" He says and looks out over the crowded dance floor.

  The beat of the music vibrates the floor while different colored lights sweep over bodies as they move to the beat. My hand taps to the beat against my thigh as I sing along to the music. There's a couple in the corner grinding into one another; and it's surprisingly that the denim from their jeans hasn't caught fire by now from all of the friction. There are couples all over the dance floor with their bodies moving against each other like some kind of mating dance. I swear they all need to get a room.

  I feel a pool of warmth at my core making my panties damp; and I realize it's been a while since I've had sex. I cross and uncross my legs to try and relieve the building throb that's getting stronger by the minute. I catch a glimpse of Ryder out of the corner of my eye. He's watching me with a smile on his face and I wonder if he can read my mind. Does he know I haven't had sex in three months? "What?" I say knitting my brows together but smiling at the same time. "I'm just glad you're smiling is all. I haven't seen you smile in months." He says. "You're beautiful when you smile Miranda." A slight gasp escapes my lips at his words. Sure he's told me I'm beautiful before, but the look in his eyes tonight says this time is different. "Come on let's dance." Ryder says. He reaches for my hand, laces our fingers together and guides me onto the dance floor.

  My heart is beating wildly in my chest and I can hear the blood roaring in my ears. I curse myself for feeling this way. It's been several months since my split with Jared, but this is my best friend. It's wrong to have these feelings that I'm experiencing right now, especially when he doesn't feel the same way. I will just end up getting hurt; and I don't want things to be weird between us. I can't risk losing him. He's the only friend I feel comfortable enough to tell everything and not risk being judged in the process.