Valentine’s Day Story: Love in the Making

Routinely, my wife and I operate like cuckoo clocks. We go out to the edge of the plank, greet each other then go our separate ways. Its consistently been like this and I know why. We had a rough patch in our marriage a few years back. I became involved with another woman that we both knew. It wasn’t a long affair just a couple of nights of fun. I thought about telling my wife, but someone beat me to it.

The hard part came when she decided not to leave. Like a death had suddenly came into the family, I was locked out from the joys of her life. Everything is done without me now. She goes to the movies alone. Also spend alot of time with her friends. There is never a question of where I was or where I am going. If something exciting happens to me at work, she just smiles then walks away. I really want her to get back to normal and forget this happened. Why can’t she just get over it? It was just sex, nothing more than that.

Today is Valentines Day, so I decided to sit and watch our wedding video. I really don’t know what made me watch it actually. It had been years since I saw it. The video opens with her and the bridesmaids putting on their beautiful dresses. She looks gorgeous and thrilled to be getting married. That day, I wondered if I was even good enough to wed such a woman. The video ends with us dancing under a few scattered lights. Then the video cuts off abruptly because we ran out of tape. I have no idea how I can mend her heart or what to do next.

“That day is still the best day of my life.”

Turning from the video, I observe my wife leaning against the wall looking at me with affectionate eyes.

“Are you sure its still the best day? I have been such a fuck up since then.”

“That day can never be erased. I don’t hate you for what you did, I just don’t understand why you would do that to me.”

“I have no answer for what I did. I have been foolish to think it would be something that you could just get over. Now looking at our wedding video, I can see your love for me was unconditional.”

Sitting on the couch, she comes and rests beside me. Hair in a messy bun, she flashes a smile then rubs my chin. My eyes start to swell with tears but she quiets my pain with a kiss. At that moment, I felt energized loved and wanted. I embraced her in the warmest hug ever and we both laid on the couch watching the wedding video all over again.

Something About Her

Beyond comparison, you match no one my love. Standing by the balcony, fresh moonlight catches you at the right angle.


I’m just some, unworthy man lost in what is before me. An outlined silhouette, embraces a silk robe that kisses your nipples just so. Begging to be sucked, they sit up neatly hiding by the robes edge. Noticing the thirst between your thighs, I move towards you. Then I surrender this moment to you, in hopes we form something new.

Pardon Me

Working in the make up department is a bitch. All day drawing women new faces while they have the nerve not to purchase anything. Every so often I go to the back room and light up some weed just to phase out. However yesterday change my mode when I met Carrie. Chunky with hourglass curves, Carrie worked in the perfume department. She lost her job at a prestigious bank here in the city then took this job as a temporary fix. I admired her story already, but nothing prepared me for what she had in store for me. 

The store usually closes around nine with two clerks to shut everything down. For the past two years I had been closing with my boss;however, tonight I would be the teacher.

Its Friday night and the boss wanted me to close with Carrie to show her the process. Dusting red blush onto older cheeks, I turned to give my last customer a look into the hand mirror. She smiled with no effort and thanked me for the application. I assisted with bagging the purchase as Carrie swiped the card. Following the customer to the exitI gave a quick wave then locked the door. Standing in front of the cash register Carrie stood twirling her long black hair. As I walked up to meet her, I couldn’t help but notice the thick camel toe pushing through her yoga pants. Part of me wanted to cup her fat pussy in my hand, but I knew that would be a bad idea. Catching my eyes locked on her pussy she looks at me with a wicked smirk. I am not going to lie, I had no idea what to do with another woman yet I wanted to find out. Assuming that she knew I was straight I leaned in close enough to inhale cherry blossom perfume. Her glossy lips trembled as she asked what was next for the night. Adjusting my plaid shirt, I told her we needed to go in the back and straighten up the products left by the make up artists.

Walking into the back room, I quickly grabbed two boxes and handed her one. As we sat on bar stools putting the products on the shelf, she dropped a make up brush. Bending over to retrieve it one of her buttons came undone. At that moment, two chocolate round breast rubbed against each other as if fighting for my attention. Something in me had the guts to open her shirt and stuff those chocolate nipples in my mouth. In my mind, I was doing so many things which made me drop the whole box of products onto the floor.Rushing to help she quickly grabbed the bottles then put them back in the box. I thanked her for helping me then I told her about the troublesome button. Her eyes panned to the floor as if she would detect it which made me reply,”Carrie its gone. Going back to our original plan, we turned on our stools then accidentally bumped heads. We laughed for a moment, but I realized my hand had cupped her breast as if I had recovered it from a crisis. Not shying away from my touch, she pulled me in close for a kiss.

A tall basketball frame lured her in, but I had no idea what to do next. More than just a mere fantasy, I wanted to touch her all over. The look in her kind brown eyes gave me the go ahead as I clumsy unbuttoned her white blouse. Nervously moving to each button, I felt her fingers run through my wavy hair. Her touch felt pleasant but I still didn’t know what to do yet I wanted to caress her like lovers do. As I went in for a kiss to her lips, she gazed into my light sky-blue eyes then pressed her lips against mine. 

Lip locked in lust I pushed my tongue deep inside her mouth as we linked up like two dangerous roller coasters. 

“Don’t stop kissing me.” as I paused to gaze into her eyes. 

Easily submissive yet her body commanded my attention.Not letting her know this is my first time; I felt her fat pussy through her yoga pants. Her soft protruding bulge made me thirsty for the juicy lips that sat between thick thighs. Eager at first, then moving quick with courage I slid down her pants while still kissing her lips. Her pussy begged for my tongue as give swift licks to her clit. Moans took over my insecurity making me suck her clit into my lips. Loving gently with soft kisses to her pussy left me in a surreal moment. In our own world, we suddenly noticed the lights came on through the slit at the bottom of the door. Rushing to get back to our usual the door opened as she pulled up her yoga pants. 

“Don’t stop I saw you two on my phone surveillance keep going.” the store manager said.