Terrible Tuesday it was. I was on the verge of crying my heart out when I picked up my phone and dialled his number. Luckily for me, he answered. I started pouring my heart out.
“Tell you what, come straight home after work. No stopping for drinks in a pub. Just come home. I have something for you,” he said, optimism ringing in his voice.
Later that day, I got home to find what seem to look like a treasure map. I picked the map up to study it and read the instructions. If that was his idea of cheering me up after a hard day at work, it was working.
Following the map, I ended up in the kitchen. There was nothing unusual about the kitchen until I saw another piece of paper on the counter. Like the first piece of paper, it was a map. Again, I followed the markings until I got to another map in another room. I found more maps in various rooms of our house.
It took me a while to go through the route on the maps. At last, I stood at the bottom of the staircase. I went up and at the top of the stairs, instead of a map, I found a pink note telling me to follow the rose petals. I followed, wondering what I would find at the end of the trail. The trail stopped at the floor of our bedroom door. There was a note stuck onto the door saying, “Roses mark the spot and you will find your treasure.” Curious, I opened the door.
It was a pleasant surprise to find Jacob sitting on the bed, naked with a bouquet of roses covering his manhood. “Roses mark the spot and you will find your treasure,“ he smirked, pointing at the bouquet of roses. Judging from the silly (and horny) grin on his face, I knew what he wanted. Removing the bouquet to reveal my “treasure,” there it was waiting for me to wake it. I did what I had to do to wake it up and wrapped my mouth around his girth.
After a while of pleasuring Jacob, he stopped me. “I cannot stand it any longer!” he said, taking off my clothes. He then pushed me onto the bed and penetrated my slick folds. We took it slow at first. He claimed he wanted to feel my tight walls around him and fill me up with his seed. Most of all, he wanted to enjoy the intimacy. We gazed into each other’s eyes as he thrusted within me. He started picking up his pace, thrusting faster. Our loud moans filled the room and he pushed himself deeper inside me when he unloaded his warm seed. Exhausted, he pulled his flaccid manhood out and brought me into his arms.
“I was only stressed out, Jacob. It is not my birthday or anything,” I commented. He smiled at me and planted a kiss on my forehead.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, my Love…” he whispered. “I am glad my plan to cheer you up before sex worked!” he said. Carved on his face was an expression of triumph and happiness. I kissed his lips and thanked him for always being there for me when I needed him.
Indeed it was a good way to end a stressful day at work on Valentine’s Day. Did we stop at that moment? Of course not. Let’s just say I went to work the next day, sore but happy.
Confession [@jezsiema]
