For a car that's shameful. But for me, it was totally mind blowing! I was the quickest I've ever orgasmed. The lust, the anticipation, him melting into me, our bodies slick and sublime.

The buildup started the previous day. The novel I was reading was starting to get me hot under the collar. I sent him an SMS to tell him that, and he replied that he was feeling a little bothered himself. I asked what he'd to me if we were naked, together at that moment. His response sent a shudder down my spine. It had been what felt like an eternity. 

The next day he made a special trip to come see me. All of me.

His hands, his tongue, his lips roamed my body - I felt the fire spreading through me. I was aching for him to release my desire. I needed him; I wanted him. Desperately.
He was hard and warm. I was worried about the first thrust. I felt so fragile, but I was desperate for this release. He was cautious and generous, and I came almost at once.

Time passed in a blur of passion and ecstasy; pushing, pulling, devouring, and we finally separated exhausted.

I have anticipated your kiss for so long
I have tasted you in my dreams
Your mouth
Warm
Fingers running over my body
Your tongue teasing
Bodies tangled
Sweet
Sweat
Breathless

She had been fantasising about him from the moment they met a week ago. It wasn’t the first time they met, but it was the only introduction that mattered.

Frustrated by her circumstances, Sarah welcomed the handsome distraction with an enthusiasm that embarrassed her when she thought about it. In the week following this meeting, and thanks to the miracle that is modern technology, they shamelessly flirted and exchanged messages laden with sexual innuendo and riddled with contradictions. She was so excited – for the first time in a very long while she had something to look forward to every day – their late night online conversations.

As the week and intent of these chats progressed, they decided to get together again.

A friend asked Sarah if she had a crush on Phillip. Sarah conceded that despite Phillip being in a relationship with someone else, and the result of that and several other factors made him unattainable; she was completely and utterly infatuated.

Several messages were exchanged before a time and place to meet was agreed on. The objective of the meeting itself not clear, Sarah had quite clearly and categorically answered with a definite “Eventually, you”, to Phillip’s question as to what she would like to do on this rendezvous.

As the time approached for her to leave for the encounter, the doubt crawled deeper into her mind. She left early because she needed some comfort and reassurance, and she knew she’d find it at the bookshop. She bought too many books (at least she remembered to get the book club’s choice as well), paged through the Digital Life magazine while sipping on a Berry Freeze, and started reading two of the newly-purchased books.

She thought that dragging two bags of books along on the planned drinking spree would be stupid, and went to put them in her car before indulging in some quality window shopping.

Nerves started prickling her skin. What if she doesn’t recognise him, or he doesn’t recognise her? Just as the paranoia started to mount, she looked over her shoulder to see him approaching – looking even more yummy than she remembered.

She lazily opens her eyes. Yup, he’s on the phone again. She swears that phone gets more lip service than she does these days. She rubs the sleep out of her eyes and rolls over.

14 February. Valentine’s Day.

She can just imagine the office being done up in red and pink. Ugh. There’s just one thing she’s in the mood for, and it’s not just because it’s the day of luuuurve.

He’s still on the phone. She closes her eyes again and slips her hands under the covers, towards the hot, wet throbbing between her thighs. She lets out an involuntary sigh, slides onto her stomach and gets lost in the gush of hormones through her veins. Her fingers skillfully glide over her pleasure points. Suddenly she’s aware that he’s in the room with her. She turns over and kicks the covers off. The phone drops to the bed with a soft thud.

Seems like Valentine’s might be filled with fireworks after all. She playfully pulls the elastic of her panties and invites him closer.