Not just another Valentines Day

<p align="center">Not just another Valentines Day







She lowered herself slowly, bringing herself ever closer to that part of him which she craved. As he entered her a small moan of pleasure escaped her lips, carried on the whisper of breath that he always stole from her. Her body, already coated with a shimmering coating of sweat from her first orgasm, lowered further still until he was in her fully. The muscles in her back, hips, stomach and thighs worked together to rock her body forward and back, lifting her slightly, and lowering again as she controlled the tempo. His moans of pleasure matched her own, slow gasps of air filling each of them.







She began to rock faster, working her muscles and working him ever closer to orgasm as her second of the night was building. The rocking motions soon became erratic, her tempo moving closer to a frenzy as their orgasms came ever closer to realization. Her thrusts were no longer one of controlled love making, but more of a primal, needing lust. She fucked harder still, her body no longer raising but only rocking back and forth, her tight buttocks clenching with every motion. Her cries of ecstasy rang forth as her orgasm overtook her. She looked back over her shoulder, an unmistakeable smile on her lips even through her moans of pleasure. Her cries were joined by his, the two combining to make a sound that quickly became some what annoying. Their joined voices took on a buzzing sound, one which was far from pleasant.







David awoke with a start, the alarm buzzing near his head, the familiar sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. He fought his way free of the sweat soaked sheets, trying to make it to the bathroom before the inevitable happened. The buzzing continued as the minimal contents of his stomach was reintroduced to the air. This was not the first morning he had prayed to the porcelain god, nor did he think it would be his last. That same dream had haunted him for the past two months, ever since his wife left him for another man. Same dream, same alarm, same morning activities. He had asked himself many times what it was that caused her to leave and never came up with an answer. The holidays had been the hardest to deal with, she was always fond of Christmas, and this past year spent it with someone else.







He washed his face, shaved and took his morning shower. Wrapped a towel around himself and walked into the bedroom to get dressed. The alarm had shut itself off as it did every morning, same 15 minute alarm time as always. The daily glance in the mirror revealed the same thing it always did. A nearly 30 year old man, around 6 feet in height, slim yet muscular with his neatly trimmed reddish-brown hair, goatee and deep, dark eyes. He stood here every morning, wondering if maybe it was just him that caused her to cheat on him, then leave.







David dropped his towel in the hamper and opened up the drawer of the near by dresser. He pulled out a pair of boxers and a pair of socks and laid them on the bed. Two short steps later he was standing at the door of his closet, once shared with her, and pulled out his normal attire for Friday.

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