Misc. Erotica A Liverpool Valentines

"Fuck, Penny," he murmured against my lips, his voice rough with desire. "You're so wet. So ready."

I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps, I was; so ready; I wanted him; so badly. But part of me wanted to make this last; make this even more special.

I broke the kiss, my lips trailing down his neck, nipping at the skin as I went. His fingers slipped from inside me and moved up to my head, twisting my hair as I got to his chest and licked and sucked, my hand still gently pumping him, feeling him grow, feeling him harden. He tastes salty, of sweat, of our mixed secretions. I kissed his scar, smiling at him, our new shared knowledge -- the sister, the fork - I started to move down his abs, tracing each with my tongue, his hands softly, gently guiding my head down to his cock. I didn't need to be encouraged; that's where I was heading. I took him in my mouth; he was hard but not solid; my tongue swirled around the tip before sliding down the shaft. I took a ball in my mouth, sucking and licking. Jerking his cock with my hand, to get him fully erect. I couldn't help but admire it, the way it curved slightly; the way it twitched with every beat of his heart, with every little touch of my hand. My fingers wrapped around him, stroking slowly, watching, seeing it harden, seeing his eyes open wide, enjoying the sight, enjoying the sensation.

As my fingers slid into her and I felt how wet she was, the warmth of her pussy, I wanted to fuck her again, right there. Ready to flip her over and pile-drive into her. But as she broke the kiss, pulled away, and as she slid down my body, I thought maybe I was mistaken and this was a dream. Only the little nibbles she made across my body made me understand I was awake and this was actually happening. I groaned, my head falling back as she revelled in her exploration of my body. She knew exactly what she was doing. My hands tangled in her hair, gently guiding her head down to my cock. She licked it, and tasted me, before taking my balls in her mouth. My cock twitched in her hand, my hips bucked upwards as the sensation shot through me. Her tongue was like a magic wand on me. My cock entirely under her spell. Witchcraft. She bobbed her head, her hand stroking what she couldn't fit at first, her moans vibrating against my length. Her lips stretching to accommodate me. My hips kept jerking forward, out of my control, my fingers tightening in her hair. She had me in her power, hypnotised.

"Penny," I gasped, my voice rough with desire. "I want you."

I pulled back, my lips slick with saliva, looking up at him with a smirk. He was as turned on as I was now. I loved the desperate look in his eyes; he wanted me, he needed me. "Why don't we take this to the shower?" I suggested in my most sultry voice. I jumped up, leaving him to admire my behind as I walked away from him.

I nearly tripped over my own feet in my eagerness to follow her perfect ass swaying away from me, her feet padding across the wooden floor. The wooden floor, and then the tiles that felt cool against the heat of the rest of my body. She turned the shower on as I caught up with her, standing with her hand in the stream, looking at me with the same smirk before stepping in and letting the water cascade over her body in a way that made me dissolve. She was a vision, her curves glistening under the water, her hair plastered to her shoulders, her breasts swelling as she moved her arms up to her face to brush the water away; my eyes drawn to the tops of her thighs, and the partially shaved mound of her pussy that I had greedily lapped at last night. Every time I looked at her, she got better. More beautiful. Sexier. A vision. A mirage.

I watched him with a soft smile, my eyes half-lidded, enjoying the way he looked at my body like it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. I was used to a level of male attention, but this was different. This was raw, unfiltered desire, and it made me feel powerful, made me feel treasured, made me feel protected. I reached for his hand.

He stepped in behind me, his hands sliding around my waist, pulling me back against his chest. His cock pressed into my ass, and I could feel how hard he was. How big he was. I wanted him. I turned in his arms, wanting to see him, feel him for myself. My hands slid up his chest as I leaned in to kiss him. Slow and luxurious, relishing the way his lips moved against mine. Relishing the way his hands roamed my body, sliding over my wet skin, cupping my ass, pulling my cheeks apart and sliding his fingers down and under me. The water was hot, but it was nothing compared to the heat between us. When he pressed me against the wall, I gasped, my hands gripping his shoulders. His mouth was everywhere, kissing, sucking, licking. His hard cock pressed against my thigh. My pussy salivated in anticipation. I reached between us, wrapping my hand around him, making him groan, his hips jerking into my grip. "I want you," he whispered again, repeating his message from the bedroom, his voice rough with desire, and I nodded, my legs wrapping around his waist as he lifted me up against the tiled wall.

My legs tight around his waist, my arms looping around his neck. The water flowed between us, pooling in my chest as it squashed against his. He positioned himself against my pussy lips, our eyes locking, our mouths locking, as he pushed inside.

My head was thrown back in shock as he filled me; a loud moan escaped my lips and echoed around the room. My head was thrown back, displaying myself to him; giving myself to him. My head was thrown back, the sensation intense as our bodies became one. The water streamed over us, connecting us. I loved how big he was; painful, but it was the perfect kind of stretch, the kind that made my eyes widen, my body tingle, and my toes curl. "Fuuuuuurck!" Came from deep within me.

"You feel so good," he murmured against my neck, his breath hot on my skin. "So fucking good."

Mirroring my own thoughts as I moaned into him again.

"Fuuuuuurck!" she groaned as her tits squirmed against me and I pushed myself inside her. Penny's nails dug into my shoulders, her hips rocking against me in rhythm with my thrusts. I pushed inside her, the water cascading down our bodies, and she cried out, her head falling this way and that.

"You feel so good," I murmured against her neck, feeling her moans vibrate against my skin. "So fucking good."

I moved slowly, savouring every thrust, every slide of her wet heat around me. I wanted to make this last, to make her feel every inch of me again and again.

I moved slowly, my thrusts deep and deliberate, "You're so fucking perfect," I murmured, before pushing my lips against hers, timing it with a hard thrust into her, making her scream into my mouth.

I kept the rhythm, enjoying our lips, enjoying our bodies in the water, lubricated together. Enjoying how her pussy felt around my cock. Different sensations as I pulled from her, or slipped into her. Tensing or relaxing as it accepted me or released me. In perfect harmony. Moans and groans, squeals and screams from both of us as our lips kept feasting on each other.

The steam filled the bathroom, fogging up the mirror and making the air thick with heat. My thrusts sped up and became more urgent, my hands gripping her hips as I drove into her. Her breasts slid up and down as she clamped herself around me, holding on. My cock inside her wet pussy, sliding in and out, being gripped like a vice as her pussy tensed to cope with my cock, pulses running through it, sending shivers from my balls to the tip. Harder than I'd ever been before.

Her moans grew louder, her body tightening around me. She was on the edge of the precipice, I felt it, ready to fall. My cock was tensing, my balls were tensing, I was on the edge, too, I felt it, ready to fall. Hold on, hold on. Wait for her.

I kissed him deeply, my hips meeting his with every thrust. He was hitting all the right spots, the pleasure building deep inside me. I could feel the tension coiling in my belly, the heat spreading through my veins. My pussy was taking all of him again and again, sending messages around my body. Messages that clashed and beat at me, that soothed and pleasured me. His cock was making me realise what it was like to live. I was close, so close. He sped up and I thought I would break in two again. My body relied on him to keep it together. I was tight against him but limp against him at the same time. My head was buried into him or flying away from him. It didn't know what was happening. I didn't know how I was surviving, how my pussy had not given in to the pressure and exploded all over him, sending wave after wave of relief through me. My nipples were straining, my arms and legs straining. But as I squirmed and slipped in his arms, I sensed him about to burst, and I gave all I had to tighten everything around him, pressing my lips against his and urging him.

"Cum in me, cum in me, now!"

Somehow, he reached between us, his thumb circled my clit. And... I nearly passed out.

I wanted her to feel what I felt; I wanted her to cum when I did. My cock was deep inside her, filling her completely. Her body was wrapped around me, her sensational breasts squashed against my chest. I reached down and touched her clit with my thumb and her body went wild. It was like nothing I had felt before. She lost control. Instantaneously my cock said 'what the fuck' and went crazy inside her. I came, with a scream, and a scream, and a scream, my body shuddering against her, as I felt her follow me over the edge, over and over she fell, over and over I fell. My semen filled every part of her pulsating pussy that wasn't already filled by my cock. I buried my face in the crook of her neck, my teeth grazing her skin, my release pulsing out of me as the orgasm washed over her in waves and me in jolts and jerks. Our bodies trembled against each other. Her beautiful, smooth, naked, wet body against me, in my arms, around me. Her beautiful, smooth, naked, wet body. Let me say it again, so I believe it. Her beautiful, smooth, naked, wet body.

As his fingers touched me and his cock thrust deep into me, my mind went blank. It took my pussy a little time to be told what to do. The nerve endings and my brain were disconnected for what felt like seconds. His cock was incredible; the simple touch of his finger on my clit was the most intense thing I had ever felt. As my pussy caught up with my brain and reconnected, I felt his cum shoot inside me and I nearly passed out again. With a desperate cry, I came hard, my entire body giving way to the glory. Shuddering as waves of orgasm washed over me. My climax hit me with the force of a tidal wave. My legs fell from him, limp, not able to grip. He grabbed my ass to stop me from falling, and I tried to grasp him with my arms, only for them to not obey. I don't know how many screams I gave, or what sounds came out of my mouth as he continued to push inside me, pumping more cum deep inside. I suddenly felt the burning passion build again. Before I could register what was happening, my pussy came again, unable to resist. Futile to resist the pounding, futile to resist the pure ecstasy. It was like nothing I had felt before.

My body was spent, my cock had been ready to explode, but I'd held on, prolonging the passion, prolonging the pleasure. I held Penny tight as I felt her cum again. Her body like a doll in my hands, a beautiful doll that was cumming all over me. If my cock was able to cum again, it would have obliged. The sheer intensity of her pussy gripping it and pulsing through me. The feelings coursing through me.

We stayed like that for a moment, our breathing heavy, our hearts racing through our chests as they squashed together; before my legs gave way and I carefully set her down, my hands lingering on her waist as I kissed her softly. I didn't want to let her go from my grip. I cannot get enough of this girl.

Penny smiled up at me, her eyes glazed, her breathing still ragged, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest once more. "You're amazing," she whispered, resting her face against me.

My hands slid up to cup her face. "So are you," I murmured before kissing her again, slow and deep. My whole body was hers. My mind was hers. My life was hers.

The night had been sex, mad, erotic, lustful, incredible sex, but in the shower, we made love. It was still erotic, lustful, incredible, full of desire, but it was also tender, sensual, and close. It was a whole different level. We made love for the first time that morning, and I was the happiest girl in the world.

We lathered and washed each other, paying close attention to those sensitive areas, before drying off and wandering out to the kitchen. Naked. Happy in our own skin with each other. Happy to be with one another. Both smiling like idiots.

Washing Penny in the shower was sensational. I was in a permanent state of delirious arousal. Her body was perfect in every single way. I could have spent a week just on her arms, a month on her breasts, and years and years on her legs and pussy.

As we stepped out and dried ourselves off, the creeping darkness of reality started to roll into my mind. What was going to happen next? We didn't know each other, really. I didn't even know where she lived. I wasn't wealthy or anything. Was this too intense, too early? My face didn't think so; it wouldn't stop smiling.

As we wandered into the kitchen and I filled the kettle with water, my heart sank, and the fears grew as Penny said: "I have to work today."

"Sorry, I never asked what you do," I replied, casually. Can I draw this out? Keep this beautiful girl in my life. It's nearly over. This may just be a dream, after all.

"I have to work today," I said, sitting at a little table, watching him fill the kettle, not wanting to bring any chink of reality into our cocoon, but having no choice.

"Sorry, I never asked what you do," he said.

"I don't think there was time," I smiled. "I'm a hairdresser, senior stylist, actually," I wobbled my head and gave a pout to show I was joking around and not being arrogant.

"I know where to come for my next cut then." He turned his head, looking over his shoulder and smiled at me. Though, the light in his eyes seemed dimmer somehow. Is something wrong?

I look at him, standing in front of me. His strong shoulders, his firm biceps - complete with the little burn - his V-shaped back falling down to his pert buttocks that in turn flow into his muscular thighs and calves. He's amazing. Wonderful. I feel my pussy flutter, and I lick my lips.

"In fact, why don't you meet me for lunch?" I suggest, wanting him in my life. Who am I kidding? Needing him in my life.

He put the kettle down and turned it on. There was a pause. Shit, have I made a mistake. Was this a one-night stand to him? Shit.

My mind doesn't register what she has said. It was preparing for a final goodbye, a 'nice to have met you'. I put the kettle down and turned it on, reached up to the cupboard, and took two cups out, placing them on the counter. As they touched and clinked, my mind woke up, and I turned and faced her.

For fuck's sake, say something! My head screams at me. He is making tea, I've just asked him on a date! Say something, please! This is agony. My face reddened, I've fucked up.

He eventually turned, biting his lip. A solemn, blank look on his face. But then it slowly transformed into a beaming smile, and the light was back in those sparkling blue eyes. I breathed out in desperate relief. He closed the gap between us in two strides, his cock bouncing and slapping as he bound across to me, picking me up and taking me in his arms. He kissed me with what seemed like every part of his soul.

"I'd love to. But I was thinking, how long have you got until you have to leave?"

"Long enough," I said, sitting on the table and parting my legs.

Ben slid his body between them, and this girl here called Penny, lost herself again when she felt his cock harden against her thigh.

I walked into the small café in Digbeth where we had arranged to meet and scanned the six or seven tables. I was fifteen minutes early, so I didn't expect Penny to be there yet. It was her choice of venue, apparently close to her salon, and I was impressed with her taste. The place had that laid-back, effortless kind of vibe, the kind of café that doesn't try too hard but somehow gets everything right. Warm wooden tables, slightly worn but purposefully - not actually 'old' - scattered around, paired with modern chairs that looked comfier than they had any right to be.

I noticed that along with syrup bottles and beans, the coffee bar area was stacked with a mishmash of local craft beers - varieties that Birmingham was so proud of. I was getting more impressed. The counter had fillings for sandwiches, a few light bites, and some amazing-looking sweet treats. Behind the counter, more independent labels - probably organic, probably overpriced.

A light and dark blue striped zebra stood proudly near the entrance. The walls were dotted with black-and-white framed photos; they looked like local spots. I liked it; It was the kind of place you'd stumble into for a quick coffee and end up staying for hours, half-lost in the atmosphere, half-watching the people and the world go by.

There were three or four tables taken, so I chose a table near the back, facing the entrance, so I could see Penny come in. I'd dithered on what to wear. It had to be different from the night before, I couldn't look too similar, but I didn't want to look too different either. Penny had obviously liked what she saw. Too casual would look like I didn't make an effort or I was trying to be too young; too smart would look 'try-hard' and too old. It was also Sunday, so there was only a certain level of 'smart' you could get away with, or it would look like you'd just come from Church.

I'd settled on a knitted, short-sleeved, dark blue button-up polo over a plain white T-shirt. The polo fabric is a little faded, not in a cheap way, but in that 'I've had this for years, and I'm never letting it go' way. It's snug, so shows off my chest, which she definitely liked last night. Paired with it, I'd gone with these dark, slightly oversized jeans - loose enough to be comfortable but structured enough to still look good. Worn-out sneakers on my feet. Not dirty, just lived-in - laces tied in that effortless way where they're not too tight but not loose enough to trip over.

The whole outfit, I hoped, said 'easy, but cool' - Something you throw on without thinking - even though I'd thought a lot - but when you catch your reflection in a café window, you nod a little - because yeah, it works. But would it work on Penny?

I was about to find out because, through the large windows at the front, I spotted her crossing the road. My heart stopped, my mouth went dry, and time slowed down, as I watched her glide toward the coffee shop.

She was wearing a black turtleneck that fitted just right, holding her in a way that made her look sophisticated and casual. Her boobs looked... no, there's officially no word to describe them. They mesmerised me as she jogged a little to beat a car as it sped past. The black top is obviously practical for work, but it contrasted with her auburn hair and her pink lips, which made them stand out even more. She could just as easily be stepping into a business meeting or onto a catwalk as much as she is into this little coffee shop.

Her legs were clad in simple black leggings, which accentuated her perfect body - the body that wrapped itself around me last night and mere hours ago that morning.

Her hair caught the light, and if I wasn't mistaken, there were new highlighted, golden waves that moved with her, like something straight out of a shampoo commercial.

As she reached the door, she tucked a loose wave behind her ear - a small, unconscious movement, but one that I knew from the train, one that I knew was her. As she opened the door and saw me, there was a brightness in those big, brown eyes, a hint of a smile playing at the corner of her lips, and for a second, I wondered if she knew that every single person who sees her is probably thinking the exact same thing I am -- Incredible.

I held my breath as she entered the café, standing to greet her. My heart was beating through my chest, every muscle was tense, every hair stood on end.

The salon was quiet; we opened on a Sunday for some regulars who struggled to get to us during the week, and we also took the opportunity to try a few things out on each other. I had put myself at the top of that list today, getting Liz to add some highlights for me so I'd look my best for my lunch with Ben. The girls teased me, but when I told them some of the story, they were happy that my nightmare Valentine's Day might have turned out alright. I spared them the details of the incredible sex. No need to make them that jealous.

I'd managed to get away about fifteen minutes earlier than planned; it was obvious that I was distracted, and I didn't have an appointment until later in the day. I hoped I would get there first and be ready for when Ben arrived, but as I opened the door, I instantly saw him starting to stand at a table near the back. His eyes locked onto mine and I felt as if we were the only two people in the world.

I didn't think he could look any better than he did the night before, but his effortless cool impressed me again. The blue over-shirt set off his eyes and made his golden locks ping. It hugged his torso tightly, giving away his fine, fine physique. I looked down, half hoping for tight jeans that might give a shadow of his huge cock, but instead, a stylish pair of slacks that suited him perfectly. It all just worked.

He walked towards me, and my heart stopped; I held my breath. He put his hand on my hip and moved his mouth to my ear, breathing a "Hello, you" before kissing my cheek softly. My body tingled, my eyes smiled all on their own, and my stomach did cartwheels. My pussy, not wanting to feel left out, reminded me of the amazing time this guy had given it, tensing and pulsing to make its point clear.

"You look great, I love the hair. Highlights, right?"

He noticed. He's attentive, too. Oh god, he's perfect.

"Thanks, just something one of the girls wanted to try," I lied. I also melted.

Smiling, suddenly nervous, I put my hand on his chest. "You look great, too. I love the top." I felt his heart beating as fast as mine. He was nervous, too. I smiled again and moved forward, planting a kiss on his lips. I held it, wanting to feel him, wanting him to feel me, wanting to take the pressure off both of us.

"What do you think of this place?" I said as I moved back from him.

I'd closed my eyes as she kissed me. I was in another world. My pulse had slowed, my body had relaxed, and I was the happiest guy in the world.

"Er, sorry, yeah, er, I love this place. It's a great choice, really cool, you have good taste," I stumbled over the words, opening my eyes. I saw that smirk return to her face as she took my hand and guided me to the counter, where we ordered a couple of coffees. My stomach was still in knots; I couldn't imagine eating anything, and Penny declined as well.

We sat, and the conversation flowed at speed. Our personal lives spilled out; each wanted the other to know all the important details and moments of their lives.

Our eyes didn't part, our hands didn't part, resting on the table between us. That is, they didn't part until Penny leaned across the table to me, her lips brushing against my ear.

"I've been thinking about you all morning," she whispered, her hand sliding under the table to rest on my thigh.

"I can't get you out of my mind," I said in response.

"No, I mean, I've been thinking about you all morning," she repeated, stressing the 'thinking' and at the same time, sliding her hand up my thigh, glancing the end of my penis through my trousers. My breath caught, and I'm sure she felt my cock twitch against her fingers.

"Penny," I whispered. "You're going to drive me crazy."

She winked, her fingers inched higher, brushing harder against the growing bulge in my pants. "Good," she purred. "That's the idea."

She looked behind her before stroking my cock with her palm, pushing round and around, up and down.

"Mmmmm. I've missed you," she said deliciously.

My hands clenched into fists on the table, my eyes widening with renewed desire. She was playing with fire. I leaned in, my lips brushing against her cheek.

"What are you planning?" I asked, my voice soft but incapable of hiding the rough desire.

"Drink your coffee," she said, smiling as only she can.

As we sat there talking and sharing, like best friends, like soul-mates, like lovers, like partners, my body got more and more aroused. I don't know why. His voice, his mannerisms, his calmness, his undivided attention, his face, his body ... maybe all of those things, but somehow it happened, and I had to have him again. My body could not be denied.

"Drink your coffee," I said, taking my hand from his cock and draining my cup. "Follow me," I stood up and grabbed his hand. I had a wicked idea.

Two doors down was a large sports store, which was always busy with youngsters browsing but never buying. I pulled Ben inside and grabbed two items from a rack, not even looking at what they were. I led him to the changing rooms, under the pretence of trying them on, but conveniently, there was not a bored shop assistant to have to explain to.

The moment the door closed behind us, I dropped to my knees, my hands working quickly to undo his trousers and get to his cock. Ben's back hit the wall, his hands helping me to get the belt undone, but also lifting my top over my head. My breasts sprang free as I took him into my mouth. His hands caressed them as he leaned back and planted his feet.

I was insatiable, relentless, my tongue swirling around his cock, my lips sucking as I bobbed my head, my hand spiralling as I jerked him. I slipped him out, and he fucked my tits, my mouth meeting his cock as it plunged through my cleavage. I squeezed him tight, spitting down on him, my pussy getting wetter and wetter from the sight of his long cock bursting through my tits.

We held our breath, we stifled moans, our bodies shook instead of letting the noise escape us.

I took him back in my mouth, gagging on him as he slipped all the way down, my tongue lapping at his balls. My throat tightened around his cock. Tasting his pre-cum. His hands tangled in my hair, his hips jerking forward as he lost himself in the sensation.

She was going to kill me, but what a way to go.

I pulled out and lifted her up to me, smothering her mouth in kisses, tasting myself all over her lips, swallowing her saliva.

I dropped down, pulling her leggings to the floor, which she gracefully stepped out of. I pulled her panties to one side and sucked her clit, licked her pussy, and delved my tongue into her. She gyrated on me, pushing her hands against the cabin wall. Her legs gave way as I plucked at her clit.

Her hand took my chin and pulled my eyes to hers.

"Fuck me," she mouthed silently. "Fuck me, now!"

I didn't answer with words. Instead, I pulled her knickers down to the floor, stood up and kissed her deeply. She turned around and bent forward, parting her legs, ready for me. My hands slid around her and down her body, feeling between her legs for her clit, as I moved my cock to her pussy lips behind her.

Bending over her, we fucked. Silently. As silently as we could. The slapping of our bodies mixed with the hip-hop soundtrack of the store. The pounding against the wall faded into the beat of the track. Her hand across her mouth, my breath holding back every sound. Our chests ready to explode through the sheer concentration, but our bodies exploding through pure ecstasy. My hand worked her clit as my cock pushed in and out. The warmth poured into my hand. The warmth sliding between our bodies. We came together. I shot into her and couldn't help groaning a deep and constrained growl; her body shot back to me, her ass grinding into me as her legs gave way and her pussy soaked me. Tiny yelps escaped through her hands as she came.

It was out of this world. The danger, the fear of being caught, the elicit behaviour. But that's not to understate the pure fucking. It was incredible. I could have let him cum in my mouth; I was ready to take him down my throat, taste him, swallow him. I could have let him cum all over my tits. My tits wanted him to themselves. But as soon as his tongue touched my pussy it was game over. He had to fuck me. I couldn't leave that booth without his cock being inside me.

As his cock slipped out of me, and I shivered as the cum dribbled down my legs, we looked at each other and laughed. We held each other and laughed. We held each other tight. Tighter than I had ever been held.

"I could get used to this," I purred, feeling like that contented kitten again.

Ben smiled, his hand stroking my hair. "Me too," he replied, his voice just as soft.


Penny is the most beautiful, glamorous, down-to-earth, kindest, sexiest person I have ever met. I thank the lucky stars that we found each other and could reach the heights of pleasure and contentment that we have been able to together. She and I have been married for nine years now. We moved in together one week after we met and have not been separated for more than a night since. We visit Liverpool each Valentine's Day, sometimes getting the train back or booking a hotel to enjoy each other thoroughly. She lights up any room; she lights up my life every single day, and she makes my cock harder than granite.

Ben is my rock - my hard, hard rock - my confidant, my lover, my husband, my person. He treats me like a princess; he treats me like an equal. I am my complete self with him, open to him, supremely comfortable. He would do anything for me, and I for him; he knows everything about me and adores every single thing. He gives me love when I need it, a hug when I need it, his shoulder when I need it, and incredible, incredible sex. I mean, incredible, incredible sex!

Thank you, Jake, but you are still a complete and utter fool!

Agreed. Fuck off, Jake! But thank you for standing me up.​