Love is worth sharing this Valentines

The truth is, I am a hopeless romantic. It is Valentines this weekend, and I know for some this is a blissful holiday, and for others, it’s just a Hallmark celebration. But regardless of your relationship status, this day should still be filled with love. Let it be a reminder that your heart, pulsing against your chest, is filled with love. That you have love to give, and that you have love to receive. 

I have had the privilege of falling in love, getting the chance to be introduced to what love is, and it taught my heart how to love. I’m addicted to the adrenaline that love brings, the chemical indulgence that is overloaded in our brains when we feel it. I know love now, because of how long I have loved. And I am not finished loving.

You deserved to be loved. You are already loved, but there is not a capacity to how much love you can still receive. There is a brillance to you, a wonderful light that you radiate. I will never dismiss the beautiful human that you are, and neither should you. I want you to feel the love that I hold in my heart, I want to pass it onwards to you. For that you become familiar with the welcoming warmth of my love, inside your own soul. 

My best friend touched me and I secretly liked it.

(Her POV)

So we joined reddit a while back. My first post. I wrote this about 2 years ago on another confessions social media platform, but decided to share it here as I’m more active on this social platform now. This account is run by both my boyfriend and I. He does most of the posting. Just thought I’d start things off.

So, just a quick background. I’m Jamie, 19 years old (at the time, 21 now), just fresh out of high school, in my first year of university. I met my best friend Candice in the first day of high school. We just hit it off from the get go. Ever since then we would chill out every break and then chill at my place after school to cool down. We always went to my house after school because Candy lives a lil further from my place, but you need to pass my house to get to hers, so we basically go to my home after school and either my mom dropped her off or her mom picks her up. Just a lil about us. I consider myself pretty much plain Jane, not very social, nothing fun happening in my life y’know. Just basic y’know. Okay I’m just a really shy person. Candy on the other hand is totally opposite. She’s basically the wild adventurous one.

Daddy, I can’t sleep…. {part two} [FM]

“I’m waiting…” he sighed, and I knew I shouldn’t push my luck.

I crawled up to the headboard and turned around, straddling his face with my back to the headboard so I could lean forward and play with his cock. I had barely found my balance before he was gripping me by the hips, pulling me down towards him and flicking his tongue against my clit.

I stroked his cock and played with his balls as he hungrily lapped up my juices. I fucking love having my pussy eaten, and Daddy knows this very well. He kissed and sucked on my clit, slipping one finger inside me and making me moan. He French-kissed my pussy over and over until I could feel myself about to cum. My thighs tightened their grip around his temples and he squeezed and smacked my ass, sucking harder on my clit. “Don’t stop Daddy, please make me cum,” I whimpered. He kept going and my legs started to tremble. He could tell the moment I started to cum, and so he did what he always does: he grabbed me tight and held me against him, keeping that steady pressure on my clit and forcing me to experience my orgasm fully.

My Very Gorgeous Valentine

Piedro lived a simple peasant life. He worked the fields, tilled away at the soil, and fulfilled the most unpleasant of work like a good stooge. He had always dedicated his time to his craft of stooge-manship, never straying off course to indulge in the pleasures of life, the dark temptations of the flesh, the wonderful flavors of yum yum baked goodies. He simply took his crumb crumb allowance and managed to get by off of the bare minimum, very complacent. He ate bland food and multivitamins, and had a social circle of only fellow co-worker peasant subordinates.

Piedro had not actually been on a date before in all his life. He had not considered it. Seeing couples fiendishly smack lips on park benches seemed like a distraction in Piedro’s eyes. When Valentine’s Day came to the kingdom of gorgeousness, he always focused extra on his field work to distract himself from the festivities. On this particular day there was a new “glamour” out. The peasant married women rushed to the markets and purchased glamour galore. The glamour temporarily changed their appearances to resemble the esteemed Queen Princess Gorgeous.
The happy peasant husbands eagerly swooped in to wine and dine their wives, in this more prefered state; post glamour very gorgeous facial reconstruction. Weenies waddled through the streets as their pants fell off and into the wind, as they rushed home from the early ending to field work.

Cowgirls and Indians [CHAPTER 2]

The savagery of Eastheathe was much more than Bearpaw had anticipated for an America town. It hadn’t even compared to the rather tame lifestyles of the tribe. The serenity he was once accustomed to waking too, had been abruptly replaced by the activities of the local peoples of the town. Bounties being brought into the sheriffs cells so early in the morning that the moon had barely passed; trading caravans dragging various stock and materials through the town centre, and trains rattling into the station a distance away, quaking the earth as they came to a halt.

But all this paled in comparison to this specific December morning in Madam Tabby’s.

A recent mining campaign had brought a huge influx of working men and bureaucrats looking to make a profit. This meant that besides Cranky Dans Games house & Casino, Madam Tabby’s was the only other place for the new visitors to find any entertainment. While this meant more money for Madam Tabby, and so more money for Bearpaw, it also meant more trouble. In the days leading up to this dreaded morning, the words “Gold Tooth” was shouted out of windows and down corridors so frequently, you’d think it was a dentist and not a brothel.

Not So Prince Charming (Non/Con story)

Against the tinted glass windows of the restaurant, everything looked different to me outside. Below, a pastry stand where a man sold the sweetest treats, was the place I set for this mystery date to meet me. He was supposedly a long-time fan, and one that I checked out thoroughly before agreeing to meet up. The guy seemed normal-ish, but I only looked at a background check and social media check. Still, so much can be missed underneath that isn’t found in those two avenues.

My friend, Allie, had pointed him out to me. Said I need to get out of the house and stop moping after my last boyfriend dumped me. It was easy to write him off as another asshole, but the truth was, I laid myself out there to someone who I was warned would be a bad guy. Two months later, I threw him out of my apartment after suggesting I fuck his friend with him. Some dumb redhead that looked cracked out on drugs. She looked cute enough, but I wasn’t about to debase myself like I did in the stories I wrote. Being an erotica author, and a popular one, seems to appeal to the wrong crowd, especially as a girl who delves in BDSM. Is it so bad that I want a prince charming to sweep me off my feet like I was his princess? I’m lucky I haven’t run into anyone that’s tried to rape me or kidnap me.

[Step]Our Family Story 5

Chapter 5 : **The Big 18**

**Few weeks have passed.** It seemed that our kinky evening boosted susan’s libido and we started to have sex more often. She even let me watch her masturbate with the dildo she got. My life was perfect. Jessicas 18 th birthday was around the corner. We decided to have 2 celebrations. First a small within family circle and the big 18 party for her friends the next day.

The Birthday. Once the girls had breakfast, they went to a spa, they got a massage, hair and nails done. I and John stayed home and prepared for the family party. We got the first cake delivered, as well as some catering from the company we hired for the big 18 party. We did decorations, balloons and all the staff that is necessary. We got the presents ready. Then my parents have arrived. I welcomed them and offered them a drink. About half an hour later My sister **Heather** arrived accompanied by her husband **Connor** and their Son **Logan**. They were more than just a close family. Heather used to be wet nursing John after Susan struggled to produce milk for over a month. She, Connor and their baby son, who was about 2 months older than John moved with us and we lived together for almost a year, helping each other with the babies. We used Connor’s house during that time whenever someone of use couldn’t bear the short sleeps we had, when taking care of the babies just to crash and have an 8 hour sleep.

Multiple orgasms

“Sit down.”

A million emotions were running through my body and a thousand thoughts running through my mind. How do I always get myself into these situations? “I said sit… down. Don’t make me fucking repeat myself again.” My eyes snapped up to his face and immediately sat down on the couch.

“I-“

“Shut up. I don’t… don’t want to hear you speak unless I tell you to, okay?” He bends down to my level and grips my face, squishing my cheeks and he whispers “can you do that for me?”

He leaned even closer and whispered so softly “can you be a good girl for me?” he lets go of my face and I say “yes…” He quickly stands up and walks away while saying “yes what?”

I roll my eyes and I say “yes daddy.” I move my hands up and down my thighs trying to calm myself a little. I heard the drawer close near our dresser and then I heard a small clinking noise. I try to decipher what it is and that’s when I see his hand. My eyes widen and I start to back up against the couch.

I(m34) fuck my young coworker(f21) and cum inside her.

So this young woman I worked with fainted in the middle of a conversation we were having in the office. I started driving her to the hospital, she woke up on the way and told me she was fine. She later told me she was going to a specialist to have a ct scan. So on the day if her appointment I texted her letting her know I was thinking of her and I hope everything goes okay.

I get a text message from a phone number I don’t recognize. “I’m think about you too.” It turns out that her boyfriend was holding her phone for her when I sent the message and he decided he needed to confront me. I explained that I work with her and that I freaked out when she fainted in front of me. I was genuinely worried for her, like what if she had fainted while driving?

He didn’t believe me and told me to leave her alone. That made me laugh because, we work together I see her 40 hours a week. Dumbass. So she finds out that he texted me and she apologized for her boyfriends behavior. I said that I don’t know why he’s being jealous I’ve met him he’s gorgeous.

Robotto Or How I Learned To Love The Machine (sci-fi)

Abigail Stager and Ronald Blum are two of the leading AI engineers in the world. Their expertise in developing sophisticated computer learning systems is unmatched. They have recently partnered to start a development company BrainTech that is working to develop real life emotions in artificial intelligence. They have been invited to speak at the worlds largest AI conference in Tokyo Japan. As a special treat they have been booked in the worlds first robot run resort. This resort is testing ground for some of the greatest robotic and AI inventions. Everything from the front desk to the cleaning staff are robotic creations.

The duo arrive from the United States in Tokyo and were picked up at the airport by a robotic driven car. They are amazed at the advanced nature of the vehicle and its driver. Upon arriving at the resort they are greeted by a humanoid at the front desk.

“Welcome to Robotikkusu,” The female robot said in a pleasant voice.

“That is so cool,”said Abigail to Ronald, “Look at the features, it is so life like.”

“I agree,” said Ronald, “They have thought of every detail even down to the eyes dilating.”