A beautiful woman was sucking my member.
"What is your name, beautiful cocksucker?" I queried.
"Valentine," she muffled. "And today is going to be a day you will re'member'!"
"What's the word limit?" I asked Britishly, not knowing how much to say.
"No limits," she fellated. "Only lust and desire. Those are my sisters: Lust is the Blonde, and Desire is the midget."
"Have Desire go and make me a pot of tea", I grunted between thrusts. "I find her cross eyed look off putting."
Even though my name is Desire I am still the only asexual stripper on this submarine. You would think this would make life easier but I long to want to fellate with Abandon.
I looked over to the corner of the room where Lust & Desire were crouched eyeing Valentine with inscrutable expressions on their sexy sexy faces. It was strange, they both looked so familiar yet I couldn't quite place the leggy blonde with the 5-o-clock shadow just starting to grow in. Or the midget for that matter, who was bald headed.
"Who are all these people in our submarine??!?" I looked up. It was my girlfriend, Abandon. I could tell by her extra question marks and exclamation points that she was angry.
"Don't punctuate angrily," Desire said, short-and-baldly. "I just want to fellate with you."
Abandon looked over at me, and I gave my approval to have more people give me pleasure. "I'm doing this for you. For us," I figured, as things had not been easy for us since the "incident" last Valentine's Day.
Wonton Abandon sighed and slid closer to the growing crowd surrounding me, and my member.
"Oops, I forgot his tea," Desire Twininged.
"Today is not about tea," a narrator pointed out. "It is about Valentine's day-long blowjob and the wonderful things a person could do with $150."
You missed one.
Desire said, crosseyedly mistaking my single member for two.
"Let me help you with this, it's too big." Lust chirped as she moved closer and slipped her arm around her cross-eyed third cousin. And them I filled her twat with a gallon of semen.
We need a diversion at this point:
Did St Valentine exist? If so, which St Valentine is the real St Valentine? Did he cut out paper hearts? If so, from what, since paper was rare in Italy at the time?
How was he martyred? Did the Church just mix and match tortures for him to make him more saintly? Or was he the victim of unregulated BDSM?
Who cares?
Back to the story.
Then the midget grabbed his hard horse cock. She had to grab it with two hands, since they were so small, and his cock so big. Standing on tiptoes she could just reach it with her mouth. Stretching her mouth she began to gobble his gander.
Standing on tiptoes compressed her twat, and a gallon of semen fell onto the floor sploogily. Suddenly, the ghost of St. Valentine appeared from the puddle of sticky man-sap.
"Who has conjured me here today using the secret combination of strange names, a submarine-like environment, cross-dressing blondes and bald member-sucking midgets with non-water-tight twats?" he exposited, conveniently. "What is it you desire from me?" he helped the plot by asking.
Quizzically they looked at each other.
