My Kinky Valentine by Liz Gavin

running his big hands along
the gentle curve of my back and over my delicious butt and long,
strong legs. I know he finds my ass delicious because he loves to
fuck me there. He fucks, paddles, bites, flogs, licks and fingers
my ass in every way he can. Not that I mind, of course.
    He moves his hands up my front all the way
from my feet to my breasts. He avoids touching my still throbbing
sex, though. He wants me to get some rest. But my breasts are too
tempting. They are large and spill out of his hands when he cups
them. He fondles them and plants wet kisses in the well between my
mounds, breathing in my scent; my after-sex perfume, as he calls
it.
    “I’d be a billionaire if I could bottle and
sell your essence.”
    He ends the idle, exploratory journey on my
face. He grabs it with one hand and whispers in my ear.
    “God, you’re gorgeous. Your skin is glowing
with that after-great-sex glow. I’m glad I gave it to you.”
    My mouth is slightly open, begging for his
touch and Sam runs a thumb over my full lips, just a feathery
touch. His hand is slightly shaking. He pushes the tip of his thumb
inside my hot, wet cavern, past my teeth and slides it over my
tongue. I instinctively suck it, licking his digit and feel his
cock stir back to life, nudging my flesh. He shudders and inhales
sharply.
    “If only I could stay here, like this,
forever.”
    He presses his erection to my butt before
pulling himself together and abandoning our sweet cocoon of
lust.
    “Duty calls.”
    He reminds Jenny, who had been lying beside
us, watching his movements.
    “Let’s go. I need your help to set up the
next scene. Clara’s so burnt-out it’s safe to leave her alone for a
while. Surely, she won’t get into trouble again.”
    He smiles at the petite brunette, that cute
lopsided grin that very few re-blooded women can resist.
    “Yeah, no worries!”
    They get dressed and leave the room as
quietly as they can to check on things. I hear them getting out of
the room and I try to sleep. I need to. The last couple of hours
had drained my body. But I don’t complain. Sam and Jenny have a
very satisfied customer in me.
    They work here at Club Desire, the best kept
secret in New Orleans. Celebrities from around the world come to
the Club for their sexcapades. I’m one of them. Being a big name in
Hollywood has brought me fame and everything that comes with it,
except sexual satisfaction. I’ve been coming to Club Desire for
years to get that. My favorite Dom, Sam, has delivered more than
I’d asked for tonight. Bringing Jenny into the picture had been a
genius idea. I’d never thought I’d enjoy having sex with a woman.
He knows me better than myself.
    They’ve prepared something special for me
later tonight. I don’t know what but Sam insisted I’ll need all my
energy. I force myself to relax and in no time at all, I’m in a
beautiful, sunny dream landscape.
    “You’ve come!”
    I shout and run towards Sam, throwing my
arms around his neck, giggling. He swirls me around, laughing, and
holds me tight against his body. Then, he slowly sets my feet back
on the ground pressing each of my generous curves against his hard
body on my way down. He pulls back just enough to look at me,
enjoying what he sees, while his hands keep a firm grip on my
waist. I’m dressed like the Southern ladies of the nineteenth
century. Don’t ask me why but I always dress like that when I dream
of Sam.
    “You look lovely, my dear. As always, I
might add.”
    “It’s awful kind of you to say that, Sir.
Thank you.”
    I make a quick curtsy. But there’s a
definitely sassy glint in my green eyes. I grab both his hands and
pull him as I walk towards a small gazebo, framed by vines with
colorful wild flowers scattered all over it, that’s standing a few
feet away. He follows me to the relative shelter of the
construction, unable to deny my wishes. Nor his.
    I lean against the railing pulling him
close, wrapping my arms around his waist and lifting my