Valentine's Villain

I see her in the coffee house titian hair so attractive
Full bright red lips so seductive
Raincoat belt pulled tight round her tiny waist
Shaking umbrella dry she moves across intervening space
Exquisite grace
Carrying her latte over “This seat taken?”
She smiles and turns me into jelly, giant butterflies assail my belly
We talk: “I’ve seen you here before” “Yes I live just around the corner”
There’s glint in her deep green eye that says to me come on my man try
“Must be nice” I say weakly “It is and you’re soaked please come on up and dry
“You sure?” “Of course I am oh by the way my name is Pam”
"Oh I’m John I live round the corner too but I’d rather come with you

We walk not talking until we get to there, dry my hair then we’re couched
“Wine?”
“Please”
”Red?”
“Fine”
Sipping quipping she laughs, a sound like angels ringing crystal bells,
She moves closer hand on my shoulder gazes into my eyes
“It’s been a while.  You?”
“Yes, me too.”

Uncrossed legs, a  glimpse of suspenders on creamy thighs,
Black French knickers, I start to rise
Boudoir bound her perfume fills my head
She takes furry handcuffs from under the bed
“Do you mind?”
Amused, I laugh and shake my head,
I’m shocked, locked to the bed head naked helpless,
“Got you now my brave knave today you are to be my slave”

Riding crop pulled from beneath the pillow “If you’re good I won’t need this
But you are such a naughty boy, just look at your toy”
She strokes my penis with the crop circling, lingering round its top
She bends, biting my lip in a violent kiss.
Utter bliss.
“Now slave you’ll pleasure me”
“How mistress?”
“Any damn way I say!”

Kneeling on my shoulders she puts an extra pillow beneath my head.
Forces herself down onto my face, pheromones taste
“Lick me you bastard” her demand
I hesitate, surprised by the violence in her command

The crop flashes, two lashes
Pleasure and pain run as rivers of mercury in my brain,
“Do it slave!”
I obey

Then she’s striding me riding me her cries hoarse with lust
Sweat gleaming on her milk white breast
Using obscenities she's calling out “Slut, dirty filthy bitch,
Fucking whore! Give me more”
Who’s she calling me or her?
I don’t care

She rides even harder lashing my victim’s chest
I’m on the verge, hearing my own harsh cries
My spirit burns with pain and pleasure
Driving my mind into oblivion
We come together

It’s over but she won’t release me
Lifts my flaccid cock with the riding crop
Regarding it speculatively
“One more time my slave knave?”
“Don’t think I can”
“You’d better”
Delivers a light stinging blow, a shock to the cock
She lifts my legs pushing them high lashes my buttocks,thighs

Standing over me she beats me with sharp rhythmic blows
Stirring my tortured soul,
I pull at my bonds writhing “Please mistress let me go”
“No!“

She forces my aching cock to rise again
Deeply sarcastic tone: “Ah welcome back Lazarus”
She takes me again inflicting pain
I swim in a sea of sensual acid rain
Her orgasmic screams echoing my own
She comes once, twice, thrice
I explode
We subside


“I thought that was our best fantasy this year”
"Did you enjoy it?"
“I always do you know that dear ”

It’s our Valentine’s day 14th of every month
The wife and I have this special way
Our little play

“Next month your turn how about a threesome?”
"Boy or girl?"
"Surprise me!" (Her joke)
Valentine's Villains fantasy keeps passion burning, alive
Does it work you may ask?
This is year twenty five!