February was never a painful month for Martha. She had never gone sour and unsatisfied in the 25 years of her existence; not for a day, not for a month and especially not in February. If ever there was any pain at all in February, it resulted from the vigorous and untiring lovemaking her lover's subjected her to. And no valentine's day ever went wasted. Once she had symbolically chosen fourteen different partners, randomly picked up from the bars in Louisiana, and indulged in marathon sex, soiling all her mattresses, which for months released the tantalizing smell of the 'love broth'. Her fluids had leaked onto the bed and mated with the gifts from her lovers, and each time she spotted the bold mark on her velvet sheets she fingered herself like a witch screaming at the moon in the end, mesmerized by the delights her body offered. Her thirst was not easily satiated and she had never found a single person capable of pleasing her. Hundreds of men came and went like clowns, who pleased her with superficial antics, and she trudged on like a woman bored with an oft-visited carnival, a carnival of sin and pleasure. But all that had changed last Valentineās Day, the 14th of February 2002.
That was the day when she met Fred Mason, a talented architect who had won many accolades and was skillful with his fingers, as she would find out later that night in a dimly lit hotel room. Fred was 28, single, 6 feet tall and in good shape. She had first rested her fluttering eyes on his manly visage when he stepped onto the podium to receive an award from the mayor. She was heavily disinterested with the invitation sent to her a few days back from the City Corporation Office welcoming her to a charity party and award ceremony. Now she realized ānot comingā would have been a big mistake. She approached him right after he stepped down. She pushed through thronging crowds that smelt of Cobra, Brute and other perfumes and occasionally she could smell some womanās dripping cunt, the result of mounting sexual tension. The moment their eyes fixed on each other the rest of the world vanished and both of them edged towards each other, pushing away the heart shaped balloons and braving the floating confetti. The exchanged pleasantries and shared each others lives over a drink. She could feel his erection as they sat across a shaky table chatting and gauging each otherās assets. The dance floor accentuated the need for heavy banging and Martha dripped honey and spilled some on the floor.
Fred, in the pretext of tying his shoe lays wiped the floor clean of the minute drops with his white hanky and took its smell in with a deep breath. This was truly the most wonderful valentineās day Martha had ever had. As the dance progressed and the focus of the musicians shifted to faster numbers, Fred started to place his erection, which struggled behind his pants, between her bum and rub it up and down. This was a sexual act which would have made even St. Valentine proud. They did not bother to even have dinner and slipped out of the din in a sleek red Porsche. They rented a room in a near by motel and even before Fred could open the door to the room, Martha had taken his tool in her mouth and left it dry. She moaned like a devil worshipper and consumed his phallus with fiery passion. Tearing her free of the costly party wear, Fred thrust in his long tool and smothered a loud scream from Martha with the aid of his fingers. He worked like a stallion and tore open her insides with a lust that would shame the graceful animal. Martha responded with muffled moans and gifted Fred with some deserving Valentineās Day special love bites. He heaved her out of the bed and pumped her with vigor. He continued this carnal act till she climaxed and fell on his muscular chest, exhausted and completely thrilled. Then with the utmost love and affection he placed her head on a pillow and showered her with his cum.
She couldnāt believe that was a year ago, same dayā¦the 14th of February. Since that thrilling night on Valentineās Day Fred and Martha had become inseparable and loved each other fiercely. The toured places, attended parties and made love in a city that seemed to throw more and more things at them. It was a befitting lair for the two tigers, who never skipped a chance to submit themselves to the whims of their carnal minds. But this February 14th, their first anniversary had turned painful and Martha could not bear the intense grief and sexual longing. Fred had to urgently leave for New York and he would have to stay overnight to attend an important meeting.
