Valentine's is Coming.

With climate change more than just a myth, it wouldn't be so hard to imagine that in Anchorage or Reykjavik, 100° outside and the knowledge that V-Day and Doomsday may not be far apart making poeple shed both clothes and inhibitions in a desperate race to make that one last V-Day count...
Valentine Doomsday. I like that. It can follow the pattern of my A Fall of Stardust with many end-of-the-world episodes ala STORM. Sinuous sweating sexual survivors in high-latitude places, Beware polar bears and lust-fraught penguins and the odd horny walrus. Florida is already submerged and good riddance. Flamingos in Spitzbergen -- I can see it all now.

On a completely different train of thought, the 24/7 sex shop in Slickmound Alley has a special V-Day sales offer. All items starting with a "V" are 50% off, and all customers whose name starts with a "V" get another 50% discount. Vanessa really only wanted to buy a sexy teddy to suprise her lover, but with these incredible prices and a very convincing sales clerk, she ends up leaving the shop outfitted with vibrators and velcro cuffs, wearing only a very naughty vinyl dress under her coat.
Another good one. V-DAY SALE! Extra discounts for those showing clean health certificates.
 
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Another good one. V-DAY SALE! Extra discounts for those showing clean health certificates.

Or a V-Day sale for couples only, so a couple of random strangers pair up...or, inappropriate friends or family members. Then for some reason I'm not sure of, they must sex it up...
 
With climate change more than just a myth, it wouldn't be so hard to imagine that in Anchorage or Reykjavik, 100° outside and the knowledge that V-Day and Doomsday may not be far apart making poeple shed both clothes and inhibitions in a desperate race to make that one last V-Day count...

On a completely different train of thought, the 24/7 sex shop in Slickmound Alley has a special V-Day sales offer. All items starting with a "V" are 50% off, and all customers whose name starts with a "V" get another 50% discount. Vanessa really only wanted to buy a sexy teddy to suprise her lover, but with these incredible prices and a very convincing sales clerk, she ends up leaving the shop outfitted with vibrators and velcro cuffs, wearing only a very naughty vinyl dress under her coat.

How about this one?

Vernon really wants to give it his girlfriend. I talking a wham, bam thank you ma'am, fuck her 8 ways to Sunday pounding until he gives her a cream pie that rivals Marie Callender. The only problem is he knows she's not on the pill and he abhors the thought of using a condom (they'realways too tight on his enormous penis.) He steps into the shop hoping to find something special for his lover and solve his problem. Vernon see's the V-Day special sign and as the old shop keep "does that include vasectomies?"

"Of course it does." Slick Vick says with a grin, looking up from his dirty magazine. "Follow me to the back room."
 
Or a V-Day sale for couples only, so a couple of random strangers pair up...or, inappropriate friends or family members. Then for some reason I'm not sure of, they must sex it up...

If you can't see the obvious reason, it's always the small print - which the clerk of course only points out after they have paid. "V-Day discounts only valid if the buyer agrees to participate in a live demonstration."

But I've already spotted another bunny: Victoria has arranged everything perfectly. She's managed to convince the hotel clerk to give her a second key for her boss' room. Slipped inside before him. Covered the bed in rose petals, closed the shades, set up candles and covered her nipples with chocolate sauce before arranging herself on the bed, a shiny ball gag in mouth and a lipstick-written message reading "Let me be your Valentine" on her tummy. The self-locking restraints were a bit tricky, but finally she's all set and ready to be devoured. The door opens - and her boss' wife Veronique walks in. Turns out the "conference" he attends is just a ruse to bill his wife's weekend getaway to the company. Veronique, at first outraged, then mischievous, first teases the helpless Victoria by guessing all the naughty things the secretary might imagine him doing with her, then tries to frightend Victoria by telling her all the wicked things she herself could do. Which, for completely unfathomable reasons, gets the two of them so worked up...
 
Vernon see's the V-Day special sign and as the old shop keep "does that include vasectomies?"

"Of course it does." Slick Vick says with a grin, looking up from his dirty magazine. "Follow me to the back room."
Cute. Very cute. Of course Slick Vick is bi and gives Vernon a few slurps to tighten the skin, make the incision easier, better access to the vas deferens. (Remember, there's a vas deferens between men and women. :D) Afterwards, Vernon's disarmed gun is wrapped in gauze for three days. Can his lover wait for him?

Victoria has arranged everything perfectly... arranging herself on the bed, a shiny ball gag in mouth and a lipstick-written message reading "Let me be your Valentine" on her tummy. The self-locking restraints were a bit tricky, but finally she's all set and ready to be devoured. The door opens - and her boss' wife Veronique walks in.
Another cutie. How about: The boss' wife Veronique walks in... with her lover Vera, carrying a bag of toys. The upperclass two wreak decadent havoc on the poor secretary's helpless body. They call other GFs to join in the fun. Victoria is reduced to a shivering wreck, her face smeared with vaginal juices, strange objects protruding from her nether orifices, bites and scratches covering her abraded skin, and a smile on her lips. Do they ever untie her?
 

V-Day Oops

"Oops" is all Violet manages to stammer when she opens her dorm room and finds that the person holding up her naughty, naked Valentine's card isn't her crush Jason but a tall, muscular, dark-skinned guy in senior year she has only seen in passing, and again when she suddenly realizes that she slipped the card under the correct door number but on the wrong floor. "Oops" is what she says when she notices that he has apparently just stepped out of a shower and dried half-heartedly before visiting her in just his boxers. "Oops" is what she says when she spots the huge bulge he carries.

"Oops" is what he says when he drops his boxers after stepping inside.

"Oops" is what he says when he shoots his load all over her face.

"Oops" is what he says when his cock suddenly pushes past her sphincter.

"Oops" is what Violet says when her roommate finds her naked, sweaty, spent and dripping on the bed.


Plot bunnies are tiny things and can hide behind the smallest word!
 
V-Day Oops
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Plot bunnies are tiny things and can hide behind the smallest word!
Indeed. Meanwhile, I like the old Mad Scientist (TM) ploy. For V-Day, our pet Mad Scientist (TM) brews up an irresistible aphrodisiac, makes a zillion little heart-shaped heart-breaking candies, and either infiltrates those into the usual supply channels, or floats a blimp that releases packets of the loaded treats. Consumers (of legal age) are impelled to fuck freely. Hilarity ensues. And no tentacles are needed. Whew.
 
Indeed. Meanwhile, I like the old Mad Scientist (TM) ploy. For V-Day, our pet Mad Scientist (TM) brews up an irresistible aphrodisiac, makes a zillion little heart-shaped heart-breaking candies, and either infiltrates those into the usual supply channels, or floats a blimp that releases packets of the loaded treats. Consumers (of legal age) are impelled to fuck freely. Hilarity ensues. And no tentacles are needed. Whew.

Or: our pet Mad Scientist (TM) did not go all out, but the molecules he/she releases into the V-Day cruise ship's ventilation system are supposed to lower romantic inhibitions. He/she didn't foresee them reacting this heavily with the cyclic hydrocarbons from the scented candles lighting the ballroom and multiplying in potency.

The first affected are the band on the stage, higher up and closer to the candles, their performance escalating with every minute, and what was supposed to get people a little touchy-feely soon turns the elegant dinner/dance into a scene of all-out debauchery. The Mad Scientist (TM), of course, has boatloads (bad pun alert!) of trouble getting close to their crush now, and his/her pursuit turns into a pervy hurdle race. Plenty of room for slapstick humor, snowballs in tropical settings as well as low calory spit roasts and cream pies at the author's discretion. Bonus points for including a wedding party.
 
Bonus points for including a wedding party.
Only one wedding party? On a monster cruise ship on V-Day? Naw, more like at least a half-dozen weddings, maybe a dozen if the line's activities director is no slouch. All those clusters of pheromone-enhanced gals and guys respectively flittering in flimsy gowns or sweating in too-tight tuxes. All those open bars fueling the tension. Who will be the first to rip their clothes off and scream, "TAKE ME!" to the seething crowd?
 
I know the contest officially starts tomorrow but I had a couple more ideas.

1. Cupid decides to contract his work out as opposed to doing it himself, giving the job to goblins, pixies, or any trouble-making group. They take the job seriously for a bit but then decide to just meet their quotas, so they fire arrows willy-bully. Cupid comes back to seeing lots of family orgies, tons of polyamorous relationships, and all sorts of odd sights.

2. Mad scientist sister is asked to visit with younger sister for Valentine's Day. Younger sis is in the dumps after a breakup. Scientist brings along chocolate laced with an experimental drug that raises energy and makes people feel more positive. Sad sister eats them and brightens up immediately. She then puts on a nice dress and wants to take scientist sister out for the day. Scientist sister doesn't know though that the drug increases libido and works as an aphrodisiac.
 
Rhapsody In The Rain

She's all alone this dreary drizzly dripping Valentine's Day. She scurries down Fifth Avenue huddling under her umbrella. A passing bus sprays a thin puddle all over her; she is DRENCHED.

Normal reaction: Oh shit.
Magickal reaction: Liberation!

A switch in her head flips positions. It's GOOD to be drenched! Laughing, she tosses her umbrella into the wind. She runs through the sodden crowds, hugging damp strangers, kissing bewildered businesswomen and busboys.

And somewhere around Tiffany's she encounters another laughing maniac, drunk on rain, howling at the soggy sky. They run together. It's magic. Cue the romantic fiddles. Do they fuck in the street? Hey, this is LIT!
 
Contest is on but I thought of a couple ideas that might be fun, both having a character prepare a Valentine's surprise for someone.

The first is a tentacle monster. Girlfriend wants to share an Earth holiday with her girlfriend who is a tentacle monster and get more intimate with her (essentially getting her to use her more sensitive tentacles during sex) so she does things that tentacle monsters like, like wearing lots of clothing with clasps, laces or are just very tight so it takes effort to strip her.


The second one is one where one or both lovers are blind. So instead of visual stimuli, the story would be all about touch, taste, smell, and sound as the one being surprised finds kinky messages in Braille, hears their girlfriend moaning, and then describes the feeling and smell of their lovers leather corset.
 
Indeed. Meanwhile, I like the old Mad Scientist (TM) ploy. For V-Day, our pet Mad Scientist (TM) brews up an irresistible aphrodisiac, makes a zillion little heart-shaped heart-breaking candies, and either infiltrates those into the usual supply channels, or floats a blimp that releases packets of the loaded treats. Consumers (of legal age) are impelled to fuck freely. Hilarity ensues. And no tentacles are needed. Whew.

tentacles are always needed, or at least, a bonus...
 
Or: our pet Mad Scientist (TM) did not go all out, but the molecules he/she releases into the V-Day cruise ship's ventilation system are supposed to lower romantic inhibitions. He/she didn't foresee them reacting this heavily with the cyclic hydrocarbons from the scented candles lighting the ballroom and multiplying in potency.

The first affected are the band on the stage, higher up and closer to the candles, their performance escalating with every minute, and what was supposed to get people a little touchy-feely soon turns the elegant dinner/dance into a scene of all-out debauchery. The Mad Scientist (TM), of course, has boatloads (bad pun alert!) of trouble getting close to their crush now, and his/her pursuit turns into a pervy hurdle race. Plenty of room for slapstick humor, snowballs in tropical settings as well as low calory spit roasts and cream pies at the author's discretion. Bonus points for including a wedding party.

mmmm... I loves me wedding debauchery.

Would also go for V-day tales without the Mad Scientist, but V-Day wedding hijinks.
~maybe the couples get mixed up somehow?
~perhaps two couples accidentally end up forced to share the honeymoon suite, swapping ensues?
~or a polyamory V-Day wedding followed by orgy?
~traditional pre or post-wedding guest sex or incest?
~or a Cupid twist, where his arrow strikes a random pair of instant lovers at the wedding?
 
Only one wedding party? On a monster cruise ship on V-Day? Naw, more like at least a half-dozen weddings, maybe a dozen if the line's activities director is no slouch. All those clusters of pheromone-enhanced gals and guys respectively flittering in flimsy gowns or sweating in too-tight tuxes. All those open bars fueling the tension. Who will be the first to rip their clothes off and scream, "TAKE ME!" to the seething crowd?

yummmy!
 
Would also go for V-day tales without the Mad Scientist, but V-Day wedding hijinks.
I see millions of these. Sure are popular, hey?

~maybe the couples get mixed up somehow?
Wedding on dark night, power goes out, libido escapes.
~perhaps two couples accidentally end up forced to share the honeymoon suite, swapping ensues?
Terrible storm, hotel fills with refugees, guests must double- or triple-up, starting with showers...
~or a polyamory V-Day wedding followed by orgy?
The pastor, choir, and ushers are invited too.
~traditional pre or post-wedding guest sex or incest?
And with wandering strangers crashing the wedding.
~or a Cupid twist, where his arrow strikes a random pair of instant lovers at the wedding?
And they're same-sex and/or pungently ethnic and/or kin and/or enemy rivals and/or more than two. For fun, one arrow hits the same person twice; they fall in love with and fuck themselves.

Fun ceremony details: The wedding is underwater or at a volcanic crater or in a busy transit or police station or morgue. The wedding party are all nude, or elaborately costumed -- a formal masquerade, or sexy Halloween duds, or all Elvis impersonators (bride too). Play nude Twister at the reception instead of dancing. Body shots for champagne toasts. Et cetera.
 
Valentine's MILFtastic tale ?

MILF volunteers to help with valentines party at kid's preschool. When she goes to put her coat on, she discovers someone slipped a valentines card into her pocket.

was it an accident?
was it the square jawed ex-jock dad?
or the nerdy writer who escorts his kids while his wife earns the money?
The day care worker who fills out her blouses so nicely?
another Mom?
The au pair who tends to the wealthy brats?

and why is MILF so wet just thinking about the possibilities?

and what does she do about it?
 
I really liked it. The characters were sweet, the sex was very sweet, and overall their interactions were very cute. The supernatural elements were interesting though I do have some critiques.

1. The story felt like it just ended. I realize there's probably more but it feels like there wasn't a proper chapter wrap up or cliffhanger.

2. The thug characters felt tacked on. Their only purpose seemed to be to add a physical threat and then to be killed off so we know that the spirits can be dangerous. It did give a chance for Manny to show he can fight but I don't think that was really necessary.

Otherwise though, it's a fine start.
 
No problem. Like I said, I found the characters adorable and I definitely want to see where things go.
 
* Snarky Cupid shoots a special arrow into a musician. Thereafter, every note they play causes somebody to fall in love. Maybe themself. Love is in the air, la la la.

* Snarky Cupid shoots a special arrow into Donald Trump; he then rapes a Coke machine.

* Valentine's candy hearts fall from heaven. Oh, how cute! But it's an alien invasion...

* The cowboy is obsessed with that heifer's heart-shaped butt. He prays for guidance.

* Mom and the kids (adults now) have wild sex on Valentine's Day. It's traditional.
 
I'm bumping this in case anyone wants a head start on the 2017 Valentine's Day contest. :)
 
* Supernatural jazz musician in smoky club blows an intoxicating rendition of MY FUNNY VALENTINE that causes the audience to strip and fuck wildly.

* Disgruntled printing-plant employee substitutes powerful pheromones for harmless scent in scratch-n-sniff Valentines cards. Folks who scratch-n-sniff are overcome with lust, fuck the next person they encounter.

* Fella in Houston receives a nice Valentines card from a hooker in Tijuana. He doesn't even remember her. And how did she get his mailing address?

* High-school beauty-contest gal receives a BE MY VALENTINE card from DJ Tromp. Should she feel flattered or terrified?
 
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