He's such a little shit.
I bust my beautiful buns trying to create those all-important love connections. Just when I've lined all the stars up, that rascally imp slips in behind me, and with one fling of his nasty little 'arrows' the whole shebang is swirling down the crapper.
Take Rob and Wendy, for example. A match made in Mt. Olympus. Well, of course it is. I made it myself. Two more perfect souls I've never joined. He's a socially awkward geek with a decent bod and a simple optimism. I have it on good authority that my good friends, the Fates, are planning big things for him.
Wendy is an effervescent middle-school gym teacher with long, ginger hair and a trim, athletic physique that cousin Diana would kill for. She loves children, and wants a big family. Despite her perennial smile, she is full of self-doubt. She needs Rob's confidence, just as he needs her gregarious spirit.
Like I've always said, opposites attract. After doing this for over ten millennia, I know what I'm talking about. And before you make any snide comments about my age, unless you want to be turned into a goat, I'm forever eighteen.
So I managed to bring these two together at a mutual friend's party. They were drawn to each other like a pair of lodestones. They've hardly spent a night apart since. Rob has even been thinking about...
Well, I think I'll let them tell you...
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In the dawn's soft glow, Rob gazed down on the most exquisite face he could imagine. Her sensual lips hung open in sexual ardor, her eyes all dreamy with desire. Weak moans rose from her throat with each slow, steady shove of his cock. Her tight pussy was hot and slick for him. His patient mouth and fingers had already lifted her to two orgasms that morning, and he was sure he could pull another one from her.
"You're so beautiful," he sighed, enjoying the way her breath caught when he rolled her small, reddish-pink nipple between his fingers. He couldn't believe his luck, that such a splendid woman, someone so full of life, could be interested in a dull, shy programmer like him.
A smile came to those perfect, parted lips. "Fuck me," Wendy said, knowing full well what her dirty mouth did to him. She felt his cock swell inside her. "Do it, Rob. Fuck me 'til your come is dripping out of my nasty pussy."
Something deep and primal within him drew a growl from his chest. He grabbed her shoulders, jerking her downward as he lunged.
"Fuck!" Wendy squeaked, throwing her head back as the power of his thrust excited a fresh storm of exhilarating rushes rising up through her body. The feral sounds he made fanned the coals burning in her belly, and she felt the first tingles of yet another climax. How the fuck did he do that without touching her clit? Nearly every goddamn time?
Rob rammed his cock ferociously into her again. And again. He kept impaling her, driving his hard pubic bone relentlessly against her mound, measuring her pleasure by the sting of her sharp fingernails piercing his back.
Between ragged breaths, Wendy muttered a surprised, "Ohmygod!", shivering as the tingles started to spread like wildfire. With the single, squeaky inhale that Rob loved to hear, her lean frame jerked to a sudden, tensed stop. Pleasure coursed through her body like waves in molten glass, each surge rising from her incredible lover's cock pounding into her pussy.
Spurred on by the sight of her joy, Rob didn't slow down. She was like a warm, slippery glove throbbing around his shaft.
His balls began to tighten. A flurry of electrifying thrills raced across his skin, and pleasure gripped his spine, from his ass to his medulla. He slammed his cock once, then again. A throaty groan arose from somewhere deep within him.
Come gushed through his cock, billowing inside Wendy's pussy. She cooed sweetly with the warmth of his joy. From the first time they'd made love, she had dreamed of the day when she would accept this wonderful man's seed into her womb to start their family. If only he would give her a sign. Anything that would tell her that's what he wanted, too.
They collapsed together, side-by-side, cuddling and kissing softly among the twisted sheets.
"Happy Valentine's Day," Rob said.
Wendy wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. For a while she thought he'd forgotten what day it was. Rob had never been a traditional romantic. He leaned toward the simpler, more honest expressions of his affection. Long walks together. A surprise picnic. Camping out on the rooftop of his apartment building. And his lovemaking, of course. Wow.
Still, this was a special day. A card would be nice. Maybe even a little candy. Flowers would be awesome. Especially roses.
Yes, even a single red rose would have been special
, Wendy thought sadly as she kissed him.
But it was a Saturday, and Rob worked at his computer nearly every day. Today was no different than any other. After a small breakfast -- a bagel, some fruit, and coffee -- Rob plopped down, tapping at his keyboard while Wendy slipped into her satiny running outfit. She looked so sexy in those shorts, he thought. She gave Rob a quick kiss, and zipped out the door.
Rob ran through the code, debugging a little web and phone app that he'd come up with. It wasn't much, but it filled a gap in the financial industry that he'd discovered while working as a contract programmer. Maybe someday he could sell it.
He kept getting distracted, though. He loved Wendy so much. He hoped that she loved him. With any luck, he might find out tonight. He already had reservations at Le Maison, plus a few other surprises.
Opening his top desk drawer, he reached into the back for a small box. Inside was his grandmother's engagement ring. He could have afforded a larger stone, but the setting was so perfect. He hoped Wendy would like it -- and would like him -- enough to wear it. He'd already borrowed one of her rings and had it sized for her. He couldn't imagine what he would do if she said 'no'.
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And that's when the little shit decides to play his wicked games.
Everything's going perfect with Wendy and Rob, just the way I planned it. I'm ready to step away and let love take its course.
Then I see him, at the park. He's lying in ambush. Him and his damned golden 'arrows'. What is he up to? The devious grin tells me some poor schmo is about to have his or her world turned upside down.
I have to concede, he can be a powerful ally when I need to inflame a reluctant heart. I've learned that can be a bit dicey, though. Even with the best of intentions, one never knows who -- or what -- is going to show up at the wrong moment and become the unexpected object of someone's unquenchable desire.
Left to his own devices, however, my son is more likely to create havoc. He gets his malicious kicks inciting adultery and a miscellany of sordid passions. He seems to take particular delight in profaning the festival of that misguided Christian, St. Valentine.
My eye catches a familiar figure sprinting down the path.
No. He wouldn't. Not her! That little...
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The doubts had crept in before Wendy got to the street. When Rob sat down at that damned computer, it was like the rest of the world didn't exist. He ignored her completely while he was working.
Couldn't he have at least come up with a cheap Valentine's card from the drugstore? Even if he'd drawn a heart on a piece of paper, that would have given her something that she could hold onto. Right now, all she had were a few special memories and his come trickling down her leg.
Why did he have to work today?
she wondered.
We could have done something together, gotten out of the city, even just had a hot dog together. At least I could have stolen the menu as a keepsake of our first Valentine's Day.
As she turned into the park, her disappointment was evolving into anger. That translated into raw energy. She was running at breakneck speed.
He's so self-absorbed, he probably doesn't want kids at all,
she grouched silently.
