Haley thought signing up for SlutBnB would be easy money. She’d open her legs, suck some dick, maybe get it in the ass every so often and make money without leaving her bedroom.
It turned out that most of the men who booked her room were into anal, had huge cocks, and tended to fuck her until she passed out. The rating system on SlutBnB made sure she was paired with more and more of them every month.
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Have your tits out as soon as possible on every date. However, don’t simply go shirtless. Men appreciate the reveal and the framing your rolled-up shirt will provide.
The date is all about him. Make sure he has a good time, after all, he’s doing you a favor by paying attention to you and using you for his pleasure. Do everything you can to ensure his time is well spent and that you’ve impressed him. Maybe, he’ll even suggest that his friends fuck you if you do a good enough job.
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The Coffee Shop 4: Holes To Go got a new review on Amazon :)
Cassandra is watching over an empty cafe missing the promotional weeks the bosses had run before. Sure, they have a new promotion, but it’s a gamble for the customers and overly complicated, so the boom to business has declined.
However, there’s one guy in during the shift change. One customer. It wouldn’t be a gamble for him. Maybe, just maybe, she could end up his set of holes to go.
Serena Stories 4: Serena Gets Punished got a new review on Amazon :)
Serena, that hot, little, brunette slut is back again with her beloved Master. He’s decided to punish her, but why?
Does she deserve to be punished? Has she earned it? What will her Master do to her while she’s tied up over a table?
“So, my boyfriend traded me to you for a broken X-Box?” Alice asked.
“Yeah, slut. That’s what he did. I even told him that thing was busted, he didn’t give a fuck. Said he was just tired of your ass and lookin’ for an excuse.”
“Fucking bastard. Well, at least I get to be fucked by a guy with a big cock. That’ll be new for my pussy.”
“Naw, slut. I only do anal. Get ready for the painal. It’s what you’ll be getting until I’m tired of your ass.”
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“Wow! You just shove it
“Sounds like you dated a sick perv, slut. Speaking of sucking. You’re talking too much, so let’s get this out of your ass and in your throat.”
“I love you so mu-
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Yeah. I’m sure I have a few in the queue and there will be more :)
A Slut Scout makes sure that each and every one of her holes
“Thank you for letting me service your cock with my ass, Sir. A Slut Scout lives for cock, Sir,” she said.
“No problem. Always did like helping out you Slut Scouts.”
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I believe I have a “Church of the Godcock” caption with a Wendy that fits pretty well: http://masterlovehurts.tumblr.com/post/169432600036/wendy-knelt-down-and-took-his-cock-into-her-mouth
Jazmin thought that the increased number of men telecommuting at her company would mean she’d spend less time giving blowjobs under desks. Instead, she was put on a weekly rotation, spending her workday at each of the telecommuters’ homes sucking cock when needed.
Just like most the of the girls in the office, she became a set of “at home holes” for the guys who worked from home.
“After you swallow my cum, I could use a coffee. Thanks, slut.”
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Hmmm….
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Kourtney had signed up for the Living Fuck Doll program right after she finished college. A five-year lease of her body kept nourished, pliant, and unconscious by an implant, would pay all of her student loans and leave her with a little to spare.
Of course, after Michael finished fucking her ass every day for five years, she might have to adjust to being a little more ready for use, but that wasn’t his problem to deal with.
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Summary: Charlie and Marcie have decided to skip the whole sappy, happy, Valentine’s Day nonsense and just spend the day together, as friends.
We join them in a little dive restaurant and follow them back to her place where they decide they might as well get form each other what their exes failed to give them last year.
Have a happy Valentine’s Day with these two friends with new benefits.
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“I hate Valentine’s Day. It’s just a bunch of commercial nonsense. Oh, buy this card and this heart shaped chocolate and your true love will love you back. Bullshit,” he said.
Charlie shook his head and took a sip of his coffee. He trimmed his blonde hair so close to his pale head, that he looked completely bald from a distance, but up close, there was a fine puppy fuzz that covered the entire thing.
“Yeah! You know, last year, my boyfriend, ex-boyfriend, got me some stupid stuffed bear,” Marcie said, looking around at the pink and red decorations that surrounded them in the restaurant. “And then there’s all of this shit everywhere you look.”
Her black hair had tight springy curls that sometimes seemed to have wills of their own, heading in completely odd directions at any given moment. She kept her dark complexion flawless, with lotions and spa days on a regular basis.
“I bet he made a big show of cooking dinner for you too.” Charlie shook his head and made a disgusted face after taking another sip of cheap, restaurant coffee.
“Yeah, he did! And you know what? I found the takeout boxes in the trash. Right on top! Bastard didn’t even bother to hide it right,” she said. She rolled her eyes and stabbed at the crusty, slightly hard cinnamon roll in front of her. “If he’d at least fucked the hell out of me I wouldn’t have minded, but he wanted to be all ‘romantic’ and ‘loving’ and cuddle all night.”
“Fucking lame, dude,” Charlie said. “Remember the girl I was dating last year?”
“The redhead? Patty? Right?”
“Yeah, that was her. Well, she wanted to ‘do something special for me’ and we ended up watching hockey all night,” he said.
“But, you don’t even like sports.” Marcie’s perfectly groomed eyebrows pushed closer together but never met.
“I know that. You know that. Apparently, the girl who had been dating me for eight months hadn’t figured it out. If she’d stopped talking about baseball, football, basketball, and whatever for five minutes, maybe she would have.”
“I’m glad we decided to spend Valentine’s together this year. You know, as single friends, just hanging out.” She smiled and stabbed her cinnamon roll again, sending a few frosted crumbs to the floor and several of the dryer ones into her cleavage.
“It’s good. Low key. We need to pick a place with better coffee and food next time though,” he said, casting a glare at his coffee and her partially stale roll.
“Yeah. And with less of those paper hearts. Hey, you ever notice that those cartoon hearts look more like spread pussies than actual hearts?”
He choked on his coffee which sent a few black splatters onto the table, laughed, looked around at all the paper hearts hanging from the ceiling and walls, and laughed harder.
“No. I hadn’t noticed but thanks for that,” he said when he finally calmed his laughter down enough to speak again. “Now, it’ll be all I see.”
“You’re welcome,” she said.
She pushed the little plate with the stale roll aside and shuffled the silverware and napkins for a moment.
“You know, you and I both wish we’d just been able to fuck our exes last Valentine’s without all the bullshit, right?” she asked.
“Yeah. I mean, that’s how relationships are though. Bullshit,” he said.
“Well, you and I are both single. We both hate bullshit…”
He put his coffee down and looked at her.
“What are you talking about?”
“We can go back to my place and I can show you my 'paper heart’ and we can go from there.” She’d never been good at hinting things, and he’d never been good at picking up hints, so she decided
direct was the best way to go.“No bullshit?”
“No bullshit.”
“Let’s do it.”
It wasn’t long before their checks were paid and they were out of the gaudily decorated restaurant, leaving behind most of her stale roll and his watered down coffee. It seemed to take even less time for them to drive to Marcie’s apartment.
“You don’t have to be gentle. Throw me around a little. You can even tear up these clothes. I was going to get rid of them next week anyway,” she said, opening the door to her apartment.
He pushed her in through the door, taking her by surprise, and spun her around to face him. With a kick, the door closed behind them. He shoved her against the wall, lifting her up a little so she had to stand on her toes, then leaned down and kissed her, driving his tongue between her lips.
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He’d chosen Nikki to be in charge of sucking his cock while he lectured that day. It was kind of an honor, even if it meant she’d have to borrow notes from one of the other girls later. After all, he was trusting her with helping keep him sexually sated while he taught the class. Not just any slut could do that!
“If I do a really good job, maybe he’ll take me home this weekend to fuck between grading papers,” she thought.
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The Elite Stories: Volume 1 is on Smashwords and Amazon Kindle :)
This is a collection of four tales about The Elite. The Elite are a group of people elevated to a status above every other person on the planet. They have complete, total, and absolute sexual authority over everyone else. Their word is stronger than law. They sit above both the laws of the common man and the laws of nature. They are tasked with acting on their desires and commanding others to act as they see fit. And they are always right.
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I Am Elite: This is the story of a man who finds himself newly granted Elite status, how he comes to terms with the power and responsibility, and what he does to change the lives of those around him. It all starts in a restaurant, with a hot waitress under the table.
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Emily Meets An Elite: Emily is enjoying a meal at a restaurant with her boyfriend when one of The Elite shows up and causes a stir not only in the restaurant but also in her love-life! Will her relationship with her boyfriend ever be the same again? Does she want it to be?
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Alicia Is An Elite: John’s girlfriend, Alicia, became one of The Elite and his life hasn’t been the same since! He’d heard stories about other guys who were dating Elite women and how they ended up with amazing experiences.
Will she give him a harem of his own? Will she have him fuck others in front of her?
The answers just might be yes, but not in the way he’d been expecting. It turns out that Alicia enjoys toying with John and dominating him. She has him servicing other men, sucking cocks, rimming, and whatever other tricks she can think up.
He never thought he’d be into that, but something about it all just might be awakening something in him.
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Her Neighbor Is An Elite: Haley’s neighbor became an Elite. Despite months of watching him fuck women on his porch, Haley has yet to be approached by him. While she does the dishes in the morning, she looks out her kitchen window and watches him dominate a petite brunette. Her hand finds its way into her pants as she gazes out, enjoying the show.
Wait. Did he just make eye contact with her? Is he winking at her? What happens next?
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Angela did her best to hold her ass cheeks apart while yet another man ravaged her aching asshole. She only whimpered and moaned a little. After all, she was nineteen and it had been an entire year of getting her ass fucked almost every single day. Most times it was several times a day.
“I wonder why so many guys fuck me in the ass,” she often thought. “I mean, I know it means I have a great ass, but I wonder what they like about it so much that they have to shove their cocks in as soon as they see it…”
“You’re too young to have voted on The Act, right? Would you have voted yes?” the man asked.
“Ye-yes, sir. Everyone knows a woman’s place is wrapped around a hard cock,” she said.
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Summary: This side story takes place during Surprise Anal Sex Week at the Kinky College.
Vanessa is a cute girl with a dick and she gets the same treatment as all the other girls during the special event weeks at the college.
She started the hormone therapy young, has a hot body, a nice round ass, perfect tits, and is getting her ass fucked just as hard as the rest of the girls.
However, she’s a little worried when the surprise announcement comes over the college intercom at the end of the week.
Will her worries pan out or will things work out?
Either way, Vanessa’s in for a fun time!
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Vanessa walked down the main hallway after scanning her ID. Her long blonde hair was in a ponytail that tickled the small of her back as she walked. She’d been on hormone treatments since she started puberty when she realized she was really a girl at heart and wanted her body to grow to match. She still had a little cock, which most guys who fucked her called cute.
Her white midriff shirt barely covered her breasts. They weren’t huge, but thanks to the treatments, she’d grown them herself and they felt natural and right. Her nipples were always hard during the special event weeks. Watching well-hung men bend women over and fuck them in the ass everywhere she looked made her cock constantly half-hard as well.
It was Monday during Surprise Anal Sex week and the guys were already celebrating with girls bent over benches, face down on the floors, pressed against walls, and held in the air while cocks worked their tiny assholes.
“The freshmen make the best faces. I wonder if I’m that hot when I’ve got a dick in my ass,” she thought.
“Hey, Nessa! Lookin’ good today,” a deep voice said while a large hand grabbed her round ass.
“Th-thanks, Ben,” she said.
“Look at that little cock, all excited,” he said, rubbing his hand up and down the front of her shorts.
Vanessa’s eyes closed halfway while he continued to play with her body. Ben had asked her out for coffee and to the movies a few times, but he wasn’t really her type. He was sweet though and the attention he gave her during the special event weeks always left her horny for weeks after.
“You really like those girls with dicks, don’t you, Ben?” his friend asked.
“Hey, man, you love skinny chicks and if she ain’t thick, Sam’s cock ain’t going near a girl,” he said. “Preferences.”
“No, I get it. She’s hot,” his friend agreed.
Ben slipped a hand down the back of her shorts and pressed the tip of his middle finger against her tight asshole. He rubbed it in tight circles while he continued to talk to his friend.
Vanessa watched a man with an unbelievably huge cock bend over a tall blonde and work the tip in while her fingernails dug into the fabric of the bench she was bent over.
“That thing must be over a foot long,” she thought. “Fuck! Lucky girl!”
“You want to give her ass a try after I’m done?” Ben asked his friend.
“Maybe later,” he said, looking up and down Vanessa’s body. “I’ve got to find this freshman I’ve been flirting with in my Economy class. She’s got a tight little bubble butt and I swear she must waist train because I can just about fit my hand around her.”
“Your loss, bro,” Ben said.
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Vanessa, The Girl With A Dick (Surprise Anal Sex Week) - A Kinky College Story is on Smashwords now and will be on Amazon Kindle soon :)
This side story takes place during Surprise Anal Sex Week at the Kinky College.
Vanessa is a cute girl with a dick and she gets the same treatment as all the other girls during the special event weeks at the college.
She started the hormone therapy young, has a hot body, a nice round ass, perfect tits, and is getting her ass fucked just as hard as the rest of the girls.
However, she’s a little worried when the surprise announcement comes over the college intercom at the end of the week.
Will her worries pan out or will things work out?
Either way, Vanessa’s in for a fun time!
It has made it onto the list, but I haven’t got much further than the original test-post so far. I’ve been working on moving several series up to their fourth parts and putting together compilations for people who want to buy more at once.
It will be written. It’s on the big list of stories to write. In fact, the plan is for at least three short stories with Vanessa. One for each of the special event weeks: Surprise Anal Sex Week, Deep Throat Memorial Week, and Water Conservation Week.
So, I guess “where it’s at” is the deep planning stages.
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Here’s the post that Anon is referring to, for others who may be wondering: http://masterlovehurts.tumblr.com/post/169452845701/when-the-end-of-surprise-anal-sex-week-rolled
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Kim’s boyfriend had broken up with her earlier that day, but to show there were no hard feelings, he gave her to his best friend. He had a huge cock, which she thought was great.
“I only fuck my house sluts in the ass, so you’d better have your hole lubed and ready at all times, slut,” he said.
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Summary: Haley’s neighbor became an Elite. Despite months of watching him fuck women on his porch, Haley has yet to be approached by him. While she does the dishes in the morning, she looks out her kitchen window and watches him dominate a petite brunette. Her hand finds its way into her pants as she gazes out, enjoying the show.
Wait. Did he just make eye contact with her? Is he winking at her? What happens next?
The Elite are a group of people elevated to a status above every other person on the planet. They have complete, total, and absolute sexual authority over everyone else. Their word is stronger than law. They sit above both the laws of the common man and the laws of nature. They are tasked with acting on their desires and commanding others to act as they see fit.
And they are always right.
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Haley started every day by washing the dishes. There was something relaxing about putting things into order just as her day began. Her feathered red locks of hair cascaded over her shoulders, long enough to just tickle the small of her back and cover her soft, round breasts.
Her hands were bright red from the heat of the dishwater, though it wasn’t that it was particularly hot. Her fair skin, paper pale, turned bright red with the smallest heat, irritation, or sunlight.
“My first boyfriend loved spanking my ass because it turned red so easily,” she thought while looking down at her hands. “Too bad it made him act more gentle with me.”
She glanced out of the window over her kitchen sink and spotted her neighbor, Roger. He was a little over six feet tall, kept his hair cut right next to the scalp, and though his muscles had softened a little in his middle-age, he was still more impressive than most other men.
“No wonder they made him one of The Elite,” she murmured.
Roger had a petite brunette bent over the railing on his front porch. With the way the girl was squealing and crying, Haley was sure he was pounding her tight, little ass.
If Haley listened closely enough she could make out a few words between the whimpers, moans, and gasps. “Thank you, Sir. Thank you, Sir. Thank you…”
Haley’s hand, still wet from the dishes, slid down the front of her pants. It had become a habit, rocking the tip of her middle-finger back and forth over her clit, sliding her ring and index fingers up and down the slick sides of her cunt, and occasionally shoving them in deep while she watched Roger fuck some random slut he’d chosen on his front porch.
“Why hasn’t he ever fucked me?” she wondered. “I’m right here. Right next door. He’s an Elite and he could have me any way he wants. He could make me do anything. Any dirty, filthy, perverted thing he could dream up and all he’d have to do is tell me to do it.”
He picked up the tiny brunette by wrapping his arms under her legs and lifting her into the air, his cock clearly still buried in her bright-red, overstretched asshole. His hands locked behind her head and she was forced to look down, past her perky breasts, past her untouched pussy, and straight at the cock rocketing in and out of her aching asshole.
“You better thank him for fucking you like that, you little slut,” she whispered.
His cock blurred with the speed of his thrusts into the girl’s asshole. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her tongue hung out while he fucked her tiny ass until he threw her back over his railing. This time he positioned her with her feet dangling in the air on one side and her ass on the other. It wasn’t long before his muscular thighs locked, his cock buried in the young woman’s ass, and then he moaned as he finally came.
Haley bit her lip, the heat that had been growing, the slight spasms of her own body, finally culminated into an unstoppable wave, and she felt the rush of her own orgasm flood over her, obscuring her senses, and filling her mind with thoughts of Roger finally deciding to use her for his pleasure, just like she’d watched him use so many other women.
When she could think again, she looked back out the window to see the petite brunette sucking greedily on Roger’s half-hard cock, her puggish nose crinkled.
“Clean that cock, slut. From now on, you do ass to mouth every day. If you don’t have a boyfriend, you beg random men to fuck you in the ass and you suck them clean after. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Sir…” the brunette girl said, then went back to sucking and licking his cock.
Haley’s eyes slowly slid up his naked body, drinking in his toned belly, his pectorals, his thick neck, and then his brown eyes.
“His eyes?” she thought. “His… eyes? Fuck! He’s looking right at me!”
He winked at her. The smile on his face was broad and toothy.
Haley felt so much blood rush up to her cheeks, that she was sure she’d turned completely red and wasn’t sure she wouldn’t just explode. She smiled back, pulling her hand from her pants and waving at him with her glistening fingers.
“I wonder if he can see what I’ve been doing,” she thought. “He seems to prefer brunettes. That’s who he usually fucks out there.”
He brought his hand to his face and mimicked licking his fingers followed by a nod and a raised eyebrow.
Haley brought her fingers to her lips, still wet from her cunt, and licked them, just a little at first, the salty sweet taste filling her mind. Soon, she was lapping every drop from her fingers, sucking on the tips until they lost all flavor.
Roger watched her, his eyes locked
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Haley’s neighbor became an Elite. Despite months of watching him fuck women on his porch, Haley has yet to be approached by him. While she does the dishes in the morning, she looks out her kitchen window and watches him dominate a petite brunette. Her hand finds its way into her pants as she gazes out, enjoying the show.
Wait. Did he just make eye contact with her? Is he winking at her? What happens next?
The Elite are a group of people elevated to a status above every other person on the planet. They have complete, total, and absolute sexual authority over everyone else. Their word is stronger than law. They sit above both the laws of the common man and the laws of nature. They are tasked with acting on their desires and commanding others to act as they see fit.
And they are always right.
A proper use of identical sluts always involves ass to mouth. It’s important that they experience each other’s assholes on your cock as well as their own. They should know for sure if they’re identical in every way.
Make sure you tell them one of them has a tighter ass (even if it’s not true) but don’t tell them which one. They’ll get days of entertainment trying to figure out which one is the better slut.
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I’ve been working on Her Neighbor Is An Elite.
Here are the first few paragraphs:
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Haley started every day by washing the dishes. There was something relaxing about putting things into order just as her day began. Her feathered red locks of hair cascaded over her shoulders, long enough to just tickle the small of her back and cover her soft, round breasts.
Her hands were bright red from the heat of the dishwater, though it wasn’t that it was particularly hot. Her fair skin, paper pale, turned bright red with the smallest heat, irritation, or sunlight.
“My first boyfriend loved spanking my ass because it turned red so easily,” she thought while looking down at her hands. “Too bad it made him act more gentle with me.”
She glanced out of the window over her kitchen sink and spotted her neighbor, Roger. He was a little over six feet tall, kept his hair cut right next to the scalp, and though his muscles had softened a little in his middle-age, he was still more impressive than most other men.
“No wonder they made him one of The Elite,” she murmured.
Roger had a petite brunette bent over the railing on his front porch. With the way the girl was squealing and crying, Haley was sure he was pounding her tight, little ass.
If Haley listened closely enough she could make out a few words between the whimpers, moans, and gasps. “Thank you, Sir. Thank you, Sir. Thank you…”
Haley’s hand, still wet from the dishes, slid down the front of her pants. It had become a habit, rocking the tip of her middle-finger back and forth over her clit, sliding her ring and index fingers up and down the slick sides of her cunt, and occasionally shoving them in deep while she watched Roger fuck some random slut he’d chosen on his front porch.
“Why hasn’t he ever fucked me?” she wondered. “I’m right here. Right next door. He’s an Elite and he could have me any way he wants. He could make me do anything. Any dirty, filthy, perverted thing he could dream up and all he’d have to do is tell me to do it.”
He picked up the tiny brunette by wrapping his arms under her legs and lifting her into the air, his cock clearly still buried in her bright-red, overstretched asshole. His hands locked behind her head and she was forced to look down, past her perky breasts, past her untouched pussy, and straight at the cock rocketing in and out of her aching asshole.
“You better thank him for fucking you like that, you little slut,” she whispered.
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No company picnic is complete without forming two lines and running a spit-roast train on the boss. At least, that’s how it worked at Maya’s company. She’d made sure it was worked into the contract of every single one of her male employees that they were required to attend all company picnics and to participate in the ending spit-roast gangbangs.
Some were a little slow to adjust, but they eventually got into the swing of it, and it really made the company a tight-knit group.
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“Fuck! You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to fuck this ass!”
“I think I’m getting a pretty good idea. Fuck! You trying to fuck it or break it?” Crystal asked.
“Both. Fucking hell! This is the best assfuck I’ve ever had. Tight hole, big bouncy cheeks, and a hot slut taking it like a champ! I’m coming over and fucking this ass every day from now on!”
“Well, I did vote yes on the Sexual Service Act so- Fucking hell! That hurts! So, it’s up to you,” she agreed.
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Summary: Charlie and Marcie have decided to skip the whole sappy, happy, Valentine’s Day nonsense and just spend the day together, as friends.
We join them in a little dive restaurant and follow them back to her place where they decide they might as well get form each other what their exes failed to give them last year.
Have a happy Valentine’s Day with these two friends with new benefits.
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“I hate Valentine’s Day. It’s just a bunch of commercial nonsense. Oh, buy this card and this heart shaped chocolate and your true love will love you back. Bullshit,” he said.
Charlie shook his head and took a sip of his coffee. He trimmed his blonde hair so close to his pale head, that he looked completely bald from a distance, but up close, there was a fine puppy fuzz that covered the entire thing.
“Yeah! You know, last year, my boyfriend, ex-boyfriend, got me some stupid stuffed bear,” Marcie said, looking around at the pink and red decorations that surrounded them in the restaurant. “And then there’s all of this shit everywhere you look.”
Her black hair had tight springy curls that sometimes seemed to have wills of their own, heading in completely odd directions at any given moment. She kept her dark complexion flawless, with lotions and spa days on a regular basis.
“I bet he made a big show of cooking dinner for you too.” Charlie shook his head and made a disgusted face after taking another sip of cheap, restaurant coffee.
“Yeah, he did! And you know what? I found the takeout boxes in the trash. Right on top! Bastard didn’t even bother to hide it right,” she said. She rolled her eyes and stabbed at the crusty, slightly hard cinnamon roll in front of her. “If he’d at least fucked the hell out of me I wouldn’t have minded, but he wanted to be all ‘romantic’ and ‘loving’ and cuddle all night.”
“Fucking lame, dude,” Charlie said. “Remember the girl I was dating last year?”
“The redhead? Patty? Right?”
“Yeah, that was her. Well, she wanted to 'do something special for me’ and we ended up watching hockey all night,” he said.
“But, you don’t even like sports.” Marcie’s perfectly groomed eyebrows pushed closer together but never met.
“I know that. You know that. Apparently, the girl who had been dating me for eight months hadn’t figured it out. If she’d stopped talking about baseball, football, basketball, and whatever for five minutes, maybe she would have.”
“I’m glad we decided to spend Valentine’s together this year. You know, as single friends, just hanging out.” She smiled and stabbed her cinnamon roll again, sending a few frosted crumbs to the floor and several of the dryer ones into her cleavage.
“It’s good. Low key. We need to pick a place with better coffee and food next time though,” he said, casting a glare at his coffee and her partially stale roll.
“Yeah. And with less of those paper hearts. Hey, you ever notice that those cartoon hearts look more like spread pussies than actual hearts?”
He choked on his coffee which sent a few black splatters onto the table, laughed, looked around at all the paper hearts hanging from the ceiling and walls, and laughed harder.
“No. I hadn’t noticed but thanks for that,” he said when he finally calmed his laughter down enough to speak again. “Now, it’ll be all I see.”
“You’re welcome,” she said.
She pushed the little plate with the stale roll aside and shuffled the silverware and napkins for a moment.
“You know, you and I both wish we’d just been able to fuck our exes last Valentine’s without all the bullshit, right?” she asked.
“Yeah. I mean, that’s how relationships are though. Bullshit,” he said.
“Well, you and I are both single. We both hate bullshit…”
He put his coffee down and looked at her.
“What are you talking about?”
“We can go back to my place and I can show you my 'paper heart’ and we can go from there.” She’d never been good at hinting things, and he’d never been good at picking up hints, so she decided
direct was the best way to go.“No bullshit?”
“No bullshit.”
“Let’s do it.”
It wasn’t long before their checks were paid and they were out of the gaudily decorated restaurant, leaving behind most of her stale roll and his watered down coffee. It seemed to take even less time for them to drive to Marcie’s apartment.
“You don’t have to be gentle. Throw me around a little. You can even tear up these clothes. I was going to get rid of them next week anyway,” she said, opening the door to her apartment.
He pushed her in through the door, taking her by surprise, and spun her around to face him. With a kick, the door closed behind them. He shoved her against the wall, lifting her up a little so she had to stand on her toes, then leaned down and kissed her, driving his tongue between her lips.
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