Broen Valentine

This is an entry for the

750 Word Project 2025

I knew I had crossed a line the moment I felt Kim unclasp the choker around my neck.

It was supposed to be a special night with my boyfriend, an unforgettable dinner at a pricey hotel in an outfit I'd saved up for all year. I'd picked the slinky black number with the fabric around my neck because I'd loved the confusing signals it sent- was I a dominatrix or was I owned.

Turns out neither, I was being let go.

So when I met Kim at the bar -all teary eyed and broken hearted- where she bought me a drink and put her hand on my thigh, I guess she'd looked at my outfit and saw one thing; available.

When she put her hand between my shoulder blades, caressing my back and smelling my perfume, she leaned in close and whispered an invite into my ear...

That was when I decided to abandon everything I'd known and follow her upstairs.

I'd never fantasized about a woman before, but in my grief her tenderness broke something in me.

But it wasn't until she opened that clasp on my dress that I understood I'd committed to something.

I was stood in front of the window staring out at the city as my clothes fluttered to the floor, the reflection of my small breasts in a strapless demi cup and matching high-cut panties made me look stately as I saw Kim approach in the nude. She brushed the hair away from my neck so she could kiss my goose-bumped flesh, a sensation that caused my fingers to graze my silky mound.

I could feel her breasts along my spine as our bodies came together, one hand encircling my neck- the other sliding down my stomach and heading below.

I breathed in as she reached under my waistband, and exhaled as I felt her touch my lips. Gathering my hair up I found myself with my hands atop my head, making me feel submissive in stance as I surrendered to this stranger's whim.

When her finger gently slipped inside, my body curled forward as my mouth hung open. She caught me from falling with her forearm across my chest. My bra had been pushed aside, with my sensitive nipples now being rubbed.

I looked out into the windows of the buildings across the way and prayed we were being watched.

I'd left myself behind at that table with an empty wine glass, and felt no consequence of my actions now. Let it fucking be.

Kim pulled my body to the other side of the room, having me kneel on a chair while watching the cars below, then stripping me of my panties.

My ass was tickled and teased with dancing fingers before I heard her on the floor behind me and felt myself being spread. The next thing I knew, Kim was swiping her tongue through my wetness, giggling and grunting as I moaned in approval. I'd never been tasted this way but instinctively arched my back and gave her greater access.

Please, someone be watching me right now.

Before I could catch my breath I felt Kim's fingers; at first gathering slick to rub across my lips and clit, then to plunge inside me. I watched my mouth form an "O" in the window as she stood and fucked me. Her spare hand pushed at my flesh from the small of my back to my shoulders until she was gripping my neck again. No ornamental choker now.

And that was how she held me as she rocked my body on that chair. My breasts now dangled free as she got her hand up inside me. It felt brutal and jarring but welcome on this evening. I was supposed to be with my boyfriend, but he'd dumped me, and now I was finding pleasure in the punishment.

Kim was fluttering her fingers inside, causing me to dribble at first- then letting loose an embarrassing spray. She was making me squirt, I couldn't believe it- I was squirting. I was- oh fuck, I was also, ughhhnnn.

I went from feeling like I had to pee, to a shuddering, rumbling, groin pleasing orgasm that made me groan until I was hoarsely silent. But Kim didn't stop until I was whimpering once again... And again, and again, and...

...when I was fully defeated she helped me to bed, caressing my hair and giving me the one thing I truly and desperately needed- a romantic goodnight kiss.