Happy Valentine’s Day Part 2 - An Erotic Story

Happy Valentine’s Day Part 2 - An Erotic Story

The last Valentine’s day ended up with me dating the guy for two years. Yeah, you remember Erik, right? The chiseled pizza delivery guy that looked like he was sent from God? Of course, you remember him.

When Covid came around, Erik was delivering a lot more pizzas to my place and an orgasm on the house. I didn’t expect anything to come out of it, but then then it just became… a thing. Don’t ask me how, but now, it’s over.

A hot pizza delivery guy that would fuck me on a daily basis and deliver my pizza? Yeah, it sounded a little too good to be true. So here I am, single…again. Oh, and guess what day it is today? Valentine’s day.

But I’ve decided to start fresh. I found a new pizza joint, and from this day on, Erik, his dick, and his deep-dish pizzas are a thing of the past. Now, it’s time to return to my Valentine’s day tradition as the universe intended.

I grab the phone and call my new pizza place “John’s pizza.” I ask for a ham and pineapple deep-dish pizza. I put the phone down, happy with my choice. Ham and pineapple, well, aren’t we adventurous today? I recently bought a karaoke machine, and I’ve been waiting until this day to try it out. Karaoke and pizza, now that’s how you spend Valentine’s day.

I wait patiently, curled up on the couch, watching Too Hot To Handle on Netflix. Erik should have been on that show. Before I go down that train of thought, and we all know it’s a dangerous road, the doorbell rings. My pizza has arrived. I rush to the door, expecting to see a scrawny teenager or a divorceé - you know, the typical delivery guys.

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“Erik?” I look at him in shock. “Wait, you’re delivering pizzas?”

I asked that question but didn’t care to hear the answer. No matter how much me and Erik weren’t going to work out, he was looking hotter than ever. I could see his muscles squeezing the arms of his shirt, the memory of his mouth eating my pussy, making me wet as he would grab my ass.

“Yeah, I need a part-time job while I finish my last semester,” he said, as he low-key peeks into my apartment, “you celebrating Valentine’s day alone?”

“Uh yeah, just thought I’d grab a pizza and watch some tv. You know, just hang out.” We stand staring at each other in silence.

“That just isn’t right,” he says, taking a step towards me. “I think we should fix that.” He grabs my waist with one arm, and the pizza box balances on the other. With our lips locked onto each other, Erike drops the pizza on the counter as we stumble onto my couch. His broad shoulders engulf me as I lay there, helpless.

In between kisses, Erik mumbles, “is this bringing back memories?” I don’t answer. We both know the truth. He pushes my pajama pants down to my ankles as his kisses move down my body, “I’ve been dreaming about eating your pussy again.”

Wet to the touch, Erik licks my pussy slowly. My legs start to tremble. “Let’s see if you’re gonna squirt for me,” he says, taking two fingers and putting them inside me. I let out a small squeal, with the memory of him inside me flooding my mind.

He starts moving his fingers, “do you like that?” I moan as he starts speeding up faster and faster. “I said, do you like that?” I moan louder. “Yes?” I can’t hold it in any longer.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck me please. Pleeaaase,” I beg. My pussy starts gushing juices, with Erik’s mouth slurping it up. “Eat me, eat me, eat meeee.” He continues to eat my pussy while fingering me. My pussy, slowly empties itself of all its juices. He takes his fingers out and puts them in my mouth - I suck them dry.

I go to undo the first button on his jeans, but his hand stops me. “No, not now,” he says as he gets up from the couch. “I just wanted to please you.” I stop for a moment, confused. “Wait, you don’t want to have sex with me?”

“Oh, I do. This was just a warm-up.”

He gets up from the couch and heads towards the door. “Happy Valentine’s day.”

Read Part One Here.


Natasha Ivanovic

Natasha Ivanovic is an intimacy, dating, and relationship writer best known for her writings on Kiiroo, LovePanky, Post Pravda, and more. She's the creator and author of her short stories on TheLonelySerb. She completed her first degree in Criminology and continued and finished her Masters in Investigative Psychology, but then decided to follow her true passion of writing.

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