You Can't Rewind Reality
A Young Chinese Wife and a Very Special Valentine's Day Present
Β© 2022 Chloe Tzang. All rights reserved. The author asserts her highly immoral right to be identified as the author of this romantic little story. This story or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review.
And of course that little foreword from Chloe:
"You Can't Rewind Reality" was written for the
Literotica 2022 Valentine's Day Story Contest
, I do hope you enjoy, and of course it's a competition, so if you vote, well, I'll be really happy. And speaking of happy, it's been a good few months since I last submitted anything on Literotica, but I'm looking forward to being much more prolific in 2022, so there's a few stories coming up, but I won't hold you up from reading this one by telling you more, because we know why you're here... so enjoy...
Chloe
And just one warning about length. This is about 15 Literotica Pages long
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"More online shopping, Tiffany?" my husband says, smiling. I think he saw the website before I switched to another tab.
I smile. "I'm buying something for Valentine's Day, Larry. It's a surprise. Don't look." My cheeks are a little hot, because I just ordered some panties especially for Valentine's Day. Well, Valentine's night, anyhow, because I'm not wearing those panties anywhere but in our condo apartment. I hope Larry didn't see them. They're nothing but black beads and elastic. Supposedly they're a G-string, but they don't cover anything at all.
It's going to be so embarrassing wearing them, even if it's my husband I wear them for. I know Larry will like them, but still, it's embarrassing. We've been married six months, and it will be our very first Valentine's Day as a married couple. I do want to make our first Valentine's Day together romantic and exciting.
"Mmmmm, I better remember," Larry says, smiling and kissing my ear. "Come and have dinner. Everything's ready."
"It smells delicious." I smile back, and my lips brush his cheek as I stand.
Larry's cooked dinner. Tonight he's trying a new recipe. It's fall, and it's cold outside, so he's making french onion soup, with fresh bread that he's just finished baking, and a salad. Our apartment is filled with that freshly baked bread smell.
Larry takes me in his arms as we stand. His lips find mine, I turn towards him, and just like that, dinner's forgotten and we're kissing, and yes, I'm already a little excited. Larry smells even better than freshly baked bread. Actually, he smells of freshly showered Larry, mixed with a little soap and a dash of cologne from his aftershave, because he worked out at the gym downstairs after he arrived home from work, and he tastes even better than he smells.
"Want to watch a movie after dinner tonight, Tiffany?" he smiles, after half a dozen kisses, and I know that smile. He's teasing me. It's Friday night, he's back from his conference, he got back earlier this afternoon, before me for once, and he knows it's his "my turn to pick the movie" night. That smile says the movie's going to be something hot.
"Okay," I say, a little breathless now, because I'm starting to really look forward to the movies Larry picks. "But let's have dinner first. You're going to need lots of energy after dinner."
He kisses me again, and I melt into his arms, confirming that yes, from what I can detect pressing against me, he's going to burn up lots of energy.
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"Movie time," Larry says happily, after we've cleared the table.
"It's your turn to pick," I remind him, having another sip of that wine, because there's still some left in my glass, and it's too good to waste.
"Pick something you really want to watch," and then, out of the blue, I ask him something I've been thinking about asking him for a while now. "How about one of those movies on Pornhub?"
My heart beats a lot faster, and there's that little stir of excitement, because we've watched a few of those movies over the last couple of months. Before we married, I never realized Larry enjoyed movies like that, but after we were married, he mentioned it once or twice, just in passing. My bestie, Vicky, she watches porn movies now and then, she said it gets her dates "in the mood."
I'd never actually watched a porn movie, but I did, with Larry, and I actually rather like them. When I watch them with Larry, of course, because I'm married, and I enjoy making love with my husband. A lot. Those movies get him excited, and they give him ideas. They give me ideas, too. Hot shivery ideas, like now.
"You sure you want to watch something on Pornhub?" he asks, and I hear the change in his voice. He's interested, I know, and there's that little surge of excitement inside me. That hot, almost breathless, thrill.
"Why not?" I say, sliding down to lie on the couch beside him, my head on his lap. I look up at him, and I know my cheeks are pink. They're warm. I smile again, seeing the interest on his face.
He smiles down at me. My heart beats a little faster, because it's that smile that says he wants me, and his hand moves on me, possessively, cupping one of my boobs through that thin t-shirt, and I'm not wearing a bra. I mean, I wear one when we go out, but my boobs are really firm, and I'm not sensitive about my boobs being a little on the large side like some Chinese girls are. I like my boobs exactly the way they are, and so does Larry.
He's told me that any number of times, and now that we're married, I never wear a bra at home. Larry likes that too, and I smile as he teases one of my nipples. He's watching it engorge, and it does, a lot. My nipples are small, until I'm excited. Then they swell and swell and swell, until they're so large, and Larry likes that. He likes to tease my nipples, and suck on them, and kiss them. Everything, and sometimes I'd like him to be rougher with me, more assertive, more physical. I've asked him to squeeze them, and he does, but when I'm excited, it's not enough.
I want more, but he's scared of hurting me, I think. I tell him girls are tough, we're made to take it, but he's always so gentle. I like that too, what girl doesn't? But I like rough and hard as well, and that was something I never knew about myself until we were married, and I found out all about sex. I mean, I knew about sex, and I'd dated a few times at high school, and once or twice at university, before I met Larry, but I'd never, you know.
After we were married, well, of course I found out all about sex, and yes, I liked it, a lot, and I found out I liked it rough and hard sometimes, too. I keep thinking that if we watch those porn movies together, where the guy really makes love to the girl hard... no...not making love... fucking the girl hard, he'll forget about being gentle and caring, and I can ask him to do me hard, and my insides clench hotly just thinking about it.
"Would you like to pick one to watch?" he asks, his fingers brushing my nipple, and it's engorged now. Rubbery and firm, aching a little, and he squeezes it a little, smiling as he watches me gasp. There's that hot melting inside me, and I do want it rough and hard tonight, but I know it probably won't be. It doesn't matter though, because I love Larry, and satisfying Larry means a lot to me.