A Valentine’s day deflowering done right

Sometimes love comes when you least expect it…

Every girl plans the day they lose their virginity. Obviously, I’m not any different, especially because I’m in college and still have my V-Card. After much preparation, I was ready for my Valentine’s Day deflowering. However, all of my plans were destroyed when my boyfriend Steve dumped me at the Valentine’s Day dance.

There I was crying my eyes out, alone, and dressed for what I had planned to be a Valentine’s Day deflowering.  My ugly crying was soon noticed by the tall, chocolate-skinned, athletic college librarian.

Mr. Johnson reached into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief.  He questioned what the tears were for, and in desperation, I pretty much told him everything.

This is when everything changed that night. Mr. Johnson walked over to the library door, locked it, and then turned off the lights.  He then held my hand while guiding me into his office. Not a second later, he pressed me against the wall and silenced my tears with a passionate kiss.

It turns out that Mr. Johnson has had his eye on me since the beginning of the semester. Somehow, his kiss was so deep and passionate that my body was ready to be deflowered.

Simultaneously, as Mr. Johnson kisses me deeply, he carries me with strong arms and places me on the couch.  Standing before me to look at me one last time before devouring my body… one kiss at a time…

Let the Valentine’s Day deflowering begin!

Mr. Johnson slowly removed the dress from my body, revealing a white lace teddy underneath.  He carefully placed himself between my legs. Then he kissed the inside of my thighs until meeting his lips to my rose petals. The only thing between him and my Valentine’s Day deflowering was a thin layer of lace fabric from my underwear.

Mr. Johnson looked up into my eyes and licked my lace panties until the wetness matched the wetness of my throbbing vagina. This made him smile. He can smell that I want him, he can feel that I want him, and he can hear me moaning and panting.  Oh, how bad I want him. After teasing me for a few minutes, he grabbed the bows on the sides of my panties and slowly pulled them with his teeth. At this point, my rose was exposed but dripping nectar.

Next, Mr. Johnson started to lick the dew from my outer petals and pushed his hard tongue inside until tasting my inner petals. He continued to lick and suck and kiss, until finally he found the center of my closed flower.  Almost instantly, the contact of his warm, hard tongue against my inexperienced vagina caused an orgasm.  Soon, I was gushing onto  Mr. Johnson’s lips. After a few seconds of this, he kissed his way up my belly button to my breast, sucked on my nipples, then kissed me passionately until I lost myself in the rhythm of his breath.

The gardener plucked the rose, completing the Valentine’s Day deflowering.

Finally, our bodies naked, embraced in a perfect yin-yang. His dark skin contrasted against my pale body, and it drove me mad. His aroma and sounds sent me into a frenzy.  It almost felt like my forbidden first love.

Finally, Mr. Johnson held his manhood with one hand and spread open the petals of my flower with the other. Then slowly entered my body. He thrust until finally he was completely inside of me. Mr. Johnson had broken me open.

Perhaps I should have chosen a smaller “gardener” to complete my plan of a Valentine’s Day deflowering. Oh, but it felt so good to be so full.

Have you ever thought about aValentine’s Day deflowering?

Lover, how did you lose your V-Card? Give me a call, and I’ll give you all the juicy details of when I lost mine, twice. After all, I do have two tight little holes. Happy Valentine’s Day, darling.

Call Vicky 1-888-745-4872