My Dirty Little Valentine: An Erotic Anthology

by Pure Textuality Public Relations

  How could he deny her? He reared up to his knees and smiled down at her, seeing her in her now disheveled state. One of her breasts had come loose of the tight material, her nipple naked to the air. Her hair a icy halo about her head, her eyes flashing blue down at him, lusts boiling in them.

  "Tell me what you want love."

  "You, please," she begged him running her hands over his chest ripping at his shirt.

  "Cant say no can I?" Her passion was as unbound as she was, he enjoyed seeing her tearing his shirt into strips. He had his belt open, the buckle large and heavy, and pulled the belt out of the loops and threw it across the room as her hands went to working on opening his zipper and button.

  "Faster," she growled pulling him into a frantic kiss her legs wrapping around his waist.

  Arcady laughed and pushed his pants down not sure how they fell to the floor behind them, only knowing they did. He cupped his erection, smirking at her. "You sure baby?"

  "Now you're being cruel," she pouted at him thumbing her own breasts.

  Arcady grinned and gripped her hips lifting her off the bed and entered her slowly, a sweet torture for them both. He closed his eyes, relishing the feeling of sinking into her sweet, tight warmth.

  She gasped her body welcoming him. "Better," she kissed him. "Much better."

  He made sweet love to her, opening his eyes to look down to her as she smiled up at him. She was everything good in his life, everything that gave him purpose to exist here. Snow, his love and his life.

  He felt her reach the precipice once more, and gritted his teeth calming his own body not to follow her over. She arched and shuddered and cried out his name, and he watched it all, the love, and the pure exultation of release, alight in her eyes.

  "I love you Snow...the owner of my heart."

  She crashed over the edge, her orgasm hitting her hard. Her energy waved off her begging to be drank in. Arcady opened himself up to it and gasped, his voiced lost in the physical din of the energy spike.

  You're always so pure my love... and so generous. He thought to her as she panted under him. He watched her, both their bodies drenched in sex slick sweat and he realized that there was not any other place with any other person he would rather be. He smiled down at her.

  "I love you too Arcady."

  "Good. Love this." He said and set back to working her hard, his long strokes quickly bringing her back to the edge of oblivion. His hand went to her clit and pinched and ran circles on it and leaned in and took her uncovered nipple into his mouth. He was on his way, but he wasn't going anywhere without her.

  She screamed coming hard her whole body gripping onto him. Arcady groaned and followed her over the edge, panting into her chest. She wrapped her arms around him and held him close, his chest padded from her by the corset. She was stunning, perfection and instinct took over.

  He raised his head and kissed her sweetly, looking into her eyes and he whispered his plea. "Marry me Snow."

  "Of course!" she gasped kissing him.

  He felt the relief in her, the calm center of her mind seep into him. She wanted him, without promise of a ring or anything. It was impulsive of him, having planned out just how he would propose to her, but it didn't really matter. She had just said yes. She had just said yes.

  He smiled down at her and rolled them so she was lying on him, cuddled into his chest. "I'm sorry I don't have a ring..."

  "No? Well we can get one later..." she gasped. "Ooh or one of those jelly one. Though I won't promise not to eat it."

  Arcady laughed and shook his head. "You didn't let me finish. I was saying I didn't have a ring, but I do have a sparkly for you."

  "Ooh!" she grinned down at him.

  He chuckled and shook his head. "If you want it, you will have to grab for my jacket, thankfully on the chair there and was spared your sexy as hell clawing. It's in the inside pocket."

  "You can afford to lose a few shirts in the heat of passion." she grinned rolling off him. "Besides it was your own fault for teasing." She passed him the jacket excitement thrumming from her body.

  He sat up and produced a long silver and green box from the pocket and opened it to her eyes, revealing the bracelet, the diamonds sparkling in the scant light of the room.

  "Oh Button!" she gasped reaching out and touching it.

  He smiled and watched her hold it up to the light, the sparkle from the diamonds playing across her face lighting it up more. "Do you like it?"

  "I love it," she held it up for him to out around her wrist.

  He fastened it and pulled her into another kiss, a swearing, mind bending kiss that spoke volumes about his love for her. "You know my jeweler is still in town, I can make a call and have him stay. I like your idea about the candy ring pop, but maybe scaling it down just a tad would be wise. A rock that big you couldn't lift your hand." He nuzzled her and sighed. "I want you to be happy Snowy..."

  "Well I don't need to move my hand much," she chuckled nuzzling him gently "And I am happy, I have you."

  Arcady smiled down to his fiancée and sighed. Nothing felt this good in his life ever. Snow had agreed to be his wife, and he would make good on his promise to himself to keep her happy and loved the rest of her life. "And I have you Snowy."

  His mother would be happy, and so would Amos, and Camions, the king and queen of his race, and the rest of their extended family. "I guess now I should take you to L.A. to meet my parents huh?"

  "Parents?" she stilled her face becoming a mask.

  He pulled her close and smiled. "Relax love, they will love you, just like I do."

  "I'm relaxed," she squeaked her body rigid.

  "Don't kid a kidder. Baby, trust me. Have I ever steered you wrong? Mandy and Pete are going to love you."

  "I don't do parents well."

  "Neither do I. How many parents do you know are normal and in the porn industry? Not many I can tell you. They don't treat me like a son, more like a brother. Honestly."

  "Brother? Really?"

  He nodded. "Yep. Amos and Camions treat me more like a son, or Avery, the head of my incubus house. Mandy and Pete..." he shrugged. "So don't worry."

  She took a deep breath letting out slowly. "Ok I guess so, I mean were getting married... Right? I guess I'm gonna have to do it at some point. Just don't leave me alone with them. Please? I don't wanna be crucified."

  "Never. Look the danger is meeting Amos and Camions, and you already know them and they do like you a great deal. So don't worry. You will like Mandy, and you'll get to see Angus too."

  "The dog?"

  "Linus' sire." He nodded. "So let's not worry about that now. I'll make plans around Mandy's shooting schedule, and maybe we will go in the summer?"

  "Summer, I think would be good," she nodded.

  "Summer it is then... enough time to get used to the idea, and make plans." He kissed her and sighed. "Happy Valentines Day my only love. I can't believe you said yes."

  The Valentine's Gift

  Scarlett Metal

  "I'm here for my appointment," I called out, setting my purse on the couch in Brett's office. Brett and I had just celebrated one year together and had decided on matching tattoos. Brett had gotten his done last week, but I was here after hours to get mine done. He'd been harassing me for months to get a tattoo but my fear of needles always held me back. It's kind of ironic that the girlfriend of a tattoo shop owner didn't have any tattoos. It meant a lot to him that we get these tattoos so I'd agreed. He said he'd make it small and was going to put it on my hip. He wanted it in a place where only he would usually see it.

  Coincidentally, it was also Valentine's Day. In all of my life, I hadn't really celebrated Valentine's Day with a boyfriend before. I was usually single for the Hallmark holiday but this year was different. This year I was with Brett and we were ridiculously happy.

  Brett told me he had a surprise for me later tonight; he was really getting into this Valentine's Day thing. He fed me breakfast in bed along with a quickie before
he headed to his shop. I received two dozen deep red roses at the apartment today. I'd always thought this holiday was ridiculous but this year not so much.

  "I'm just getting things set up," he yelled back. "I'm in a booth."

  I took off my coat and set it over my purse, taking a deep breath. My best friend thought I was a little bit crazy for getting a matching tattoo with Brett that would remind me of him and our time together for the rest of our lives, but it felt right to me. Brett had done so much for me in our short time together that even if things between us didn't work out, I would always look at it fondly.

  When I met Brett, I was working sixty plus hours a week in corporate accounting. I was miserable in my work life and my personal life. I had a boss I let push me around and I basically had no backbone. I dated boring guys that didn't excite me and led a pretty pathetic existence.

  I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and shook my head. A year ago I would never be caught dead in jeans as tight as I was wearing tonight or wearing high heels. I kept my blonde hair down most of the time now and hardly left the house without makeup. Brett loved me without being all made up, but he made me feel sexy and confident now. I didn't mind the attention I would get when I walked down the street. I'd done a complete 180.

  I was having sex in public so people could watch me and I now belonged to a sex club. I'd slept with my boyfriend's best friend while he watched and I sort of had a girlfriend. I'd met Misty at the sex club when we were there fulfilling my fantasy of being with another woman and we'd hit it off. We hooked up regularly at the club with Brett watching and even hung out together outside of the club. Brett was cool with it all.

  Most of the time it was just the two of us during sex but that was rarely boring, even if just in our bed at our apartment. Brett had taught me how to embrace my sexuality and not be afraid to ask for what I wanted. I joked all the time that he'd created a monster.

  "Lizzie, get your ass in here! No more stalling!"

  "Coming," I called, brushing the hair from my forehead before heading out of his office to find him.

  He was in the first booth I checked, sexy as usual in his black jeans and black tank top. My nipples tightened in my bra, looking at his tattooed, muscular arms working. There was nothing hotter than watching him doing what he loved. He truly was an artist.

  "Hey Gorgeous," he greeted me, wheeling his chair over to me and pulling me against him. I leaned down to kiss his lips.

  "Hey you," I said softy when our kiss ended. "Thank you for the roses. They're beautiful."

  "Just like you." He smacked my jean-clad ass and wheeled back over to the chair and all of his tools. "Take off your jeans and get your ass on the chair," he instructed me.

  "What?" I didn't know I was going to have to strip. I'd been naked in front of Brett in a billion different places stranger than a tattoo parlor, but for some reason the thought of being half naked in the chair made me nervous.

  He rolled his eyes and grinned. "Yes, it will be easier to get to your hip. You might have to take off your panties too." He winked.

  "Mmhmm," I mumbled, reaching for the button on my jeans. I swallowed hard as I undid my pants and slid them down my legs. I'd seen him at work a million times, but hadn't paid that close attention to the different instruments he used when tattooing. My fingers got cold thinking about the needle that would soon be penetrating the skin on my hip.

  "Are you changing your mind, Lizzie?" he asked me seriously. "You know you don't have to do this."

  I kicked off my boots and stepped out of my jeans. "I'll be fine. I'm nervous yes, but I'm not changing my mind."

  "Are you sure?" he asked again, reaching for me and pulling me onto his lap, his arm tight around my waist.

  I slid my arm around his neck. Brett looked like a tough guy with his muscles, tattoos, and piercings. Trust me, you didn't want to piss him off; but with me, he was like a big teddy bear. He always made sure I felt safe and secure when we went on our sexual adventures and he was always telling me how much he loved me. Even if I told him tomorrow I was done with all our kinky fuckery, he would still love me. Our awesome sex life didn't define us but definitely enhanced what we had.

  I kissed his cheek softly, my other hand on his cheek. "I'm sure. Brett, you've been an amazing part of my life so far and I envision you being so for a long time to come, if not for the rest of my life, so yes, I want a forever reminder of you. I'm just honored you want a forever reminder of me." I reached down and touched his tattoo with our initials on the inside of his wrist. I'm overwhelmed that I mean so much he would permanently mark his body with me.

  "Gorgeous, no matter what happens I'll always love you. You mean the world to me," he said softly before bringing my face down to kiss him. Our kiss started slow and gentle at first. Then his lips began to move over mine more urgently, his tongue invading my mouth, dancing with mine.

  He broke the kiss, my forehead leaning against his. "Maybe I should make you come. It might relax you," he said, his voice thick with desire.

  I closed my eyes and shuddered. "That sounds good but I think if you don't start now, I may lose my nerve."

  "Fine," he sighed. He helped me off of his lap. "Get up and get that sexy ass in the chair before I rip off your panties and lick your pussy until you scream for mercy."

  "Brett!" I say, feeling my face get warm at his bold threat.

  He laughed and rolled back over to the chair. "I love how you still try to act all innocent when I know damn well you are far from it."

  I sat down in the chair with a pout. "I am innocent."

  Brett threw his head back and laughed and I couldn't stop the grin from spreading over my face. "You were innocent. Not so much anymore and I'm happy to be the one to have corrupted you." He leaned over and kissed my lips quickly. "And I'm not done yet."

  I squeezed my thighs together; I had no idea what other fantasies and games Brett wanted us to play, but I'm sure they were good. I couldn't wait.

  "Let's do this, huh?" he asked, reaching for a swab to clean the spot on my hip. He pulled my thong aside a bit, the alcohol cool against my warm skin. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.

  "Don't want to watch?"

  I shook my head. "No. Just warn me when you're starting."

  "Ok, one sec," he replied.

  My heart started to pound faster in my chest while I listened to him get ready whatever he needed to tattoo me. "Will this be quick?"

  "Probably," he said. "It's a small tattoo and just black, so it won't take long." He clicked a switch and I heard the needle start up. "Ok, ready, Gorgeous?"

  I clenched my fists by my side and nodded. I sucked in my breath when I felt the needle first touch me. It hurt, but not as bad as I'd thought it was going to.

  "Doing ok?" he asked after a few minutes.

  "Yes. It's not as bad as I thought." I sucked in my breath. "So, what's my surprise tonight?" Maybe talking about something else would distract me.

  He clucked his tongue at me. "Nope, I'm not saying. You will have to wait." He continued his work. "You know, after this one tattoo, you'll be addicted and soon be begging me to do more."

  I opened my eyes and shook my head. "It's not bad but there's no way I could sit through this for very long." I looked down, trying to see what he'd been doing for the past few minutes. "In fact, are you done yet?"

  He laughed and looked up at me. "We're about halfway. You're doing well. I can't wait for this to heal so I can lick it before I lick that pretty pussy of yours. I'm going to lick it slowly while I finger you until you come all over my hand."

  "Oh my God," I muttered as my head fell back down on the table. I swear he loved to get a reaction out of me and would try to be as vulgar as he could. I loved when he talked like that though. The men I was with before him never talked dirty to me. In fact, sex was usually a quiet affair with the lights off and no noise.

  I sat in silence for the next few minutes, images of Brett's head between my legs filling my head. At
least it gave me something else to focus on. I was pretty sure my thong was soaked by now and he had to smell the evidence of my arousal. Maybe he would fuck me in the chair when he was done. We'd done it in his office a million times but never in one of the tattoo booths.

  The buzzing of the needle stopped and I opened my eyes slowly to see Brett grinning at me from ear to ear. "All done!" He exclaimed. "See, that wasn't so bad."

  I glanced down at the design on my hip, smiling at the way the 'L' and the 'B' were intertwined on my body forever now. "I love it," I murmured softly.

  "Do you really?" He asked, his face beaming like a little boy seeking approval.

  "I do. For lots of reasons." I reached out and touched his cheek. "I love it because you designed it and I love it because you put it on me."

  "Happy Valentine's Day, baby," he murmured before planting a soft kiss on my lips. "I've been dying to put some ink on you forever, you know that right?" he said, his hand stroking my thigh as he moved back slightly.

  "I know," I nodded, not thinking about how his hand is dangerously close to my dripping wet pussy. "Do you think I need more?"

  He shook his head, his chocolate brown eyes darkening with desire. "No. I kinda like that your body is a blank canvas. Now you have this one little mark I gave you, but I love how pure and innocent your body is." He glanced down at my breasts. "I'm thinking that I'd love to pierce your nipples though."

  The thought of him doing to that to my body sent a jolt of electricity to my clit and I gasped. My lips parted and my back arched off of the chair. "Brett, I want you."

  He growled deep in his throat before standing up to take off his tank top. "Fuck, Lizzie, I've had a raging hard-on since I started tattooing you. Usually this is just a job, or creating art, but something about my marking my girl drove me wild. I can't wait to bury my cock in you."

  I slipped my t-shirt over my head while he undid this belt buckle and jeans. Just as he was about to unzip his pants, he reached over and grasped my thong in his hand. "Let me help you with this," he said before ripping it from me. He'd wrecked more pairs of my underwear than I could count in the past year.