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Best. Valentine's Day. Evar!! The most romantic Valentine's Day I ever had was one of the most memorable nights of my life. My husband James, who was then my boyfriend—we'd started dating just a few months before—made dinner for me in his apartment and then had me relax while he ran me a bath. When I went into the bathroom, there were flowers and scented candles everywhere and the whole place smelled wonderful. He wouldn't let me do any of the work; he undressed me, which turned me on immensely, and then lifted me up and set me in the hot bath he'd run, which was scented with roses and rose oil. It was just the right temperature, and as I relaxed he undressed himself and then knelt at the side of the tub and began to bathe me. I remember the thing that turned me on the most is that he was instantly hard, as if serving me like this was the most arousing thing he'd ever done; that got me so incredibly turned on I was already going crazy before he even started touching me. He rubbed me all over, paying special attention first to my nipples, which are incredibly sensitive, and then to my other parts, kissing me in between strokes. Within a few minutes I was more than ready to have sex, and I tried to pull him into the bath with me, but he told me this was all about me. He kept caressing and teasing me until I was totally and completely relaxed and so incredibly turned on I thought I was about to explode. Then produced a waterproof vibrator he'd stashed and gave me an orgasm—by this time it took almost no effort whatsoever! I came so hard I was about ready to be wrapped up and put to bed, but James wasn't finished with me yet. He caressed and kissed me some more, then got me out of the bath and rinsed me with the shower massager, never letting me do any of the work. Then he carried me into the bedroom and laid me on the bed, which he'd covered with more rose petals and lit with more candles. When I tried to sit up and start touching him, he gently eased me onto my back and kissed his way down between my legs, where he went down on me with a skill I'd never found in any other lover. When I finally begged him to fuck me, he waited until I was right on the edge—I came almost the second he was inside me, and just kept coming the whole time while he fucked me silly. When he finally finished I was more satisfied than I'd ever been. There's been more than a few satisfying nights like that since then, though—but that first one always comes to mind whenever I think of Valentine's Day! —Stacey, Chicago The Anti-Valentine's Day Celebration A few years ago, I was sort of single and sort of sleeping with this very good friend of mine named Amy who was most emphatically not my girlfriend. She and I had been friends for years, and had both just gotten out of kind of stifling long-term relationships and had fallen into bed together because we both wanted to be having sex but did not want to take the risk of getting into a "relationship." Problem was, as we spent more and more time together, it felt more and more like a relationship and less like we were fuckbuddies. We responded by trying to make our sex kinkier—we each made a list of everything we had never done and if we even mildly wanted to do it, Amy and I would try it. The list wasn't really that extreme because I guess we weren't that imaginative, or maybe we just didn't want to be doing mud wrestling or whatever, but that really wasn't the point. We'd just made it through the holidays without letting either of our families know we were had a "special" friendship—Amy's family knows me, and vice versa. But then Valentine's Day was approaching and we were both thinking "Fuck, we shouldn’t celebrate this, but it feels weird not to celebrate this… since we're fucking." Amy decided that to celebrate Valentine's Day without celebrating us as a couple we were going to have to do something that involved other people, which made sense since it turned out neither of us had ever had a threesome. Since I am not into guys, and Amy was more than a little curious about what it would be like to be with another woman, we quickly decided our third partner would have to be a chick, but how to find her? I won't bore you with the long drawn out process we went through, but it was well after Valentine's Day before we finally had the fateful date with our playmate—Jenna, a casual friend of Amy's who was a little weirded out that we said we weren't a couple, but we were looking for girls to have threesomes with. But she was willing to overlook that, since we seemed to be reasonably sane otherwise. We felt like we were hosting a party, sort of, so we took Jenna out to a nice dinner and told her the whole story about Valentine's Day and how Amy and I were fuckbuddies and all that. We really treated ourselves and Jenna to a nice meal (my credit card has never been the same!) and by the time we finished dinner and dessert and coffee and then went out for a few drinks, we were all very drunk and very sleepy. We stumbled home to Amy's place, since she had the biggest bed, and barely even managed to get naked and make out a little bit—a very little bit—before we awkwardly, drunkenly and sleepily decided that "sleeping together" would have a rather dull meaning that night. Or so I thought. All three of us fell asleep, with Jenna sort of in her underwear and Amy and me naked, and well into the night I awoke to find out that not only had Jenna lost her underwear, but that she and Amy were making out. Even through the fog of sleep and wine, I got hard almost instantly, and watched as Amy fingered Jenna and then slid her onto her back and began kissing her way down to her pussy. As Amy went down on Jenna, they both noticed I was awake and very hard. Jenna pulled me close and started kissing me, stroking my cock while Amy tongued her—Amy's first time going down on a woman, but by all indications she performed like a champ! Jenna was very interested in me, though, so she started going down on me while Amy fondled her and watched. Finally Amy said to both of us "I am not putting up with any more of this. I want to see you two fuck." We were both incredibly embarrassed, and if Amy hadn't insisted I don't think we would have gone all the way. We got out a condom and I slid into her, kind of awkwardly at first but definitely getting into it as Jenna did. We finished up the fun with me entering Jenna from behind while Amy used a vibrator and got her off. The weird thing is that after that night Amy and I decided we were a couple, and we've been together for years, without ever being tempted to have a repeat performance. So I guess the Anti-Valentine's Day Threesome, even though it happened way after Valentine's Day, turned out to be the catalyst for serious romance, or at least commitment, or whatever. No complaints here! —Jeff, Michigan A Special V-Day Gift When I was in college I had a girlfriend named Dillon who had a very dirty mind. She was very playful in bed and definitely enjoyed being more than a little kinky. We had an amazing sex life, and there were very few secrets between us about sex; she loved hearing my kinky fantasies and just about everything turned her on! Dillon knew I was very into anal sex, having had it with a few of my previous girlfriends and liked it a lot—I love how it feels kinky, nasty, and dirty, and the physical sensation is awesome, too. She had tried it once with another boyfriend but not gotten very far, and really had not enjoyed herself. I was totally cool with that and would never have pressured her to try anything she wasn't into, but she knew anal was a huge turn-on for me. She brought it up a few times, saying she might be willing to try it some time, but it'd have to be the right time and she'd have to be incredibly turned on. Well, the "right time" turned out to be a few months into our relationship, when it just happened to be Valentine's Day and apparently she was looking for a very special "gift" to get me. She dropped hints about how she had this great present for me and I wasn't going to get it until Valentine's day. Since we both lived with roommates, we decided to celebrate Valentine's Day in style. We saved up all our money and went out to a very nice restaurant and then got a hotel room nearby. It wasn't the nicest hotel, but it was plenty good for us. Throughout dinner she kept telling me I was going to love my present, it was going to blow my mind; I thought she was wearing some awesome piece of lingerie under her little dress, and got incredibly turned on thinking about it—so much so that I had to drape my jacket in front of me as we walked to the car. As soon as we got to the hotel Dillon just couldn't handle it any more. She was so turned on it was like she couldn't control herself, which only turned me on more. She was all over me, kissing me, tearing my clothes off, pushing me up against the wall and grinding against me. I had to beg her to stop, because she was going to make me come, like, right away. That's when she said it was time for me to open my present; I was expecting something special under that dress, and that's what I got, all right. She guided my hand up her dress and down the back of her panties; apparently when she'd slipped into the bathroom just before we left the restaurant, she'd had a tube of lubricant with me, and as I felt how slick her asshole was she whispered into my ear that she was going to give me her ass. It sounds totally corny and sleazy but damn! I just about lost it right there. I told her I wasn't going to last long, and she said she didn't care, she wanted me to fuck her ass now. As it turned out, I managed to hold off, just long enough to strip her naked, get her on the bed, work my cock inside her ass (after applying another dose of lube) and have her writhe there rubbing herself until she came. It was the feel of her muscles contracting around my cock as she moaned that finally made me lose it, and I came so hard I saw stars. Dillon's verdict was that her second experience with anal sex was much better than her first—good enough that we did it pretty frequently the whole rest of the time we were together, which was more than fine with me! —Brandon, Florida
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