I Swear Some Of You Guys Are Fukkin Clueless About Valentine's Day

[PhillyFlyers]

Boys,

Listen....

I know some of you may be going through rough times right now, but some of the posts I'm reading in the Valentine's Day threads have me shaking my head.

Valentine's Day is supposed for that special lady in your life.

As such, you are supposed to make it special for her.

Here's what to do...

Forget restaurants. Most of them are fukkin packed to the walls on Valentine's Day and then when you get there, even if you have reservations, they make you wait forever for the table. On top of that, what's really special about a restaurant anyway since you can go there anytime?

Then, while waiting, you go to the bar and getting fukkin sloshed before you even get to your table.

Fukk that shit.

What you do is.......surprise her by making an awesome homemade dinner.

Some wine, some pasta, some steak or nice fish.

Turn the lights down low, light some dinner candles, turn on opera but not too loud. You know, just to set the mood.

You serve your woman in courses, boys. That way, it makes you look like your doing a lot of work and putting thought into it.

You have nice conversation, pour some more wine and everything's nice nice.

You top it off with dessert and then you surprise her yet again at the end of dessert with a gift.

The gift could be anything. Piece of jewelry, whatever, as long as she sees it's from your heart. That's the most important thing.

Next thing you know, the two of you are in bed having lots of fun all night long and she's as happy as can be.

Boys, I am saying this to you out of love and respect.

Because I want to see my SBR brethren get laid. Do not follow the advices of guys who telly you to take her to fukkin McDonald's.

For God's sake have some fukkin class.

Stay healthy and be well and good luck to you all tonight boys.

I am praying for an SBR forum sweep of happy endings.

Signing Out,
Ya boy Flyers.

[innovation]

Well, where the fukk do I begin with this one?

OK. My boys call me up. Let's go to the club.

I'm like sure no prob, let's go.

Get to the club. Fukkin jumpin. Hot pussy everywhere. Good stuff.

Get a table. Order drinks.

Girls eyeing us. Invite them over.

Hi I'm so and so, what's your name.

Anita.

Hi Anita. Where you from?

India.

I thought so. Indian women have such an exotic look. So beautiful.

She's smiles.

We drink and talk over the next few hours. Suddenly.....

"It's 11:58 come on let's get on the floor."

OK by me. Let's go.

She starts gyrating on me like a professional strip club model.

"10.....9.......8....7.....6.....5.....4 . .....3.......2.......1......

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

She grabs me and starts kissing me like a wild animal. The alcohol is having it's affect.

We're all over each other and then suddenly she grabs my fukkin cokk right on the floor in front of the club.

Me: "Do you want to get out of here?"

Her: "Yeah. Let's go."

I tell my friends peace see you later and roll.

Get back to my place.

We start shedding clothes in like record time.

We get up on my bed and she tells me to go down on her.

I happily oblige.

Boys, I've had my share of women. This was the first time I ever hooked up with an Indian chick though.

The Indian pussy has a different kind of scent to it. Not like a white or Asian chick.

Unique.

Anyway, I'm all over it. She starts going down on me after I make her orgasm a few times.

She's incredible with the mouth. Unreal skills. I'm almost in Heaven at this point.

She stops sucking and she's like take me like this.

And with that, she slides her right fukkin leg all the way under and between my legs and lifts her left leg completely straight up so that my cokk is fully inside her.

My first reaction, I said are you some kind of fukkin gymnast?

She laughs and says just go with it.

Sure. Happy to.

Boys, I can't properly describe the next few hours. It was easily some of the best sex of my life.

I banged her every way to Sunday. She was insatiable.

So, we fall asleep.

I wake up. She's already awake.

Me: "How long you been awake?"

Her: "Not long. I was feeling so good I couldn't sleep long."

Me: " Well, how was I?"

Her: "Honestly? The best ever."

Me: "Aww, you're so sweet. How many times did you ***?"

Her: "More than I ever did before."

Me: "I'm exhausted. You wore me out."

Her: "Don't go back to sleep. I'm hungry, let's get breakfast."

Me: "Nope".

Her: "You're not going to take me to breakfast?"

Me: "It's too fukkin cold to go out. I'll make us breakfast. Besides, I have the best bacon you can buy."

She smiled.

I got up and made breakfast. We chatted and made small talk.

After breakfast, we decide to shower because she has to get on her way.

We get dressed, and as we're in my car driving, she says to me when can we see each other again?

I say we can't.

She was shocked. She's like why not, what's wrong?

I say to her absolutely nothing's wrong. In fact, this is about as perfect and happy as I've been in a long time.

She's like I don't understand.

I say Anita, I don't expect you to understand. We had a great time. It was awesome. Now, we have to go separate ways.

She's like but why? What did I do wrong?

I say nothing. You're pretty much perfect.

She says then what the fukk is wrong with you?

At this point, she wants an explanation. So, like always, I give her point blank honesty and wait for the reaction.

I say....Anita, you are incredible. You're beautiful, you're intelligent, you're sexy, and you're classy. The reason we can't be together has nothing to do with you and everything to do with me.

If we stay together, you are the type of girl I can easily become addicted to and I won't allow myself to become addicted to a woman.

At this point, her mouth drops and she's in absolute fukkin shock.

So, for the next 10 or so minutes while driving her to her friend's, I had to endure all her talk about why we should continue to see each other.

As I drop her off, she's still continuing on about how we should see each other still.

I give her a kiss and caress her face and say goodbye.


I get back home, where I am now totally exhausted, balls completely drained, still half asleep, and felling like I just want to stay in bed all day.

The bed is a mess and the room smells like sex.

I'm sitting here at the computer not knowing if I made the right move or not but really not caring one way or the other.

She has been texting me for the last 5 minutes. Don;t ask me how she got my fukkin phone number, I didn't give it to her far as I can remember.

Well boys, that was my New Year's Eve/Day.

Think I'm gonna go back to sleep.

[PhillyFlyers]

Well, where the fukk do I begin with this one?

OK. My boys call me up. Let's go to the club.

I'm like sure no prob, let's go.

Get to the club. Fukkin jumpin. Hot pussy everywhere. Good stuff.

Get a table. Order drinks.

Girls eyeing us. Invite them over.

Hi I'm so and so, what's your name.

Anita.

Hi Anita. Where you from?

India.

I thought so. Indian women have such an exotic look. So beautiful.

She's smiles.

We drink and talk over the next few hours. Suddenly.....

"It's 11:58 come on let's get on the floor."

OK by me. Let's go.

She starts gyrating on me like a professional strip club model.

"10.....9.......8....7.....6.....5.....4 . .....3.......2.......1......

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

She grabs me and starts kissing me like a wild animal. The alcohol is having it's affect.

We're all over each other and then suddenly she grabs my fukkin cokk right on the floor in front of the club.

Me: "Do you want to get out of here?"

Her: "Yeah. Let's go."

I tell my friends peace see you later and roll.

Get back to my place.

We start shedding clothes in like record time.

We get up on my bed and she tells me to go down on her.

I happily oblige.

Boys, I've had my share of women. This was the first time I ever hooked up with an Indian chick though.

The Indian pussy has a different kind of scent to it. Not like a white or Asian chick.

Unique.

Anyway, I'm all over it. She starts going down on me after I make her orgasm a few times.

She's incredible with the mouth. Unreal skills. I'm almost in Heaven at this point.

She stops sucking and she's like take me like this.

And with that, she slides her right fukkin leg all the way under and between my legs and lifts her left leg completely straight up so that my cokk is fully inside her.

My first reaction, I said are you some kind of fukkin gymnast?

She laughs and says just go with it.

Sure. Happy to.

Boys, I can't properly describe the next few hours. It was easily some of the best sex of my life.

I banged her every way to Sunday. She was insatiable.

So, we fall asleep.

I wake up. She's already awake.

Me: "How long you been awake?"

Her: "Not long. I was feeling so good I couldn't sleep long."

Me: " Well, how was I?"

Her: "Honestly? The best ever."

Me: "Aww, you're so sweet. How many times did you ***?"

Her: "More than I ever did before."

Me: "I'm exhausted. You wore me out."

Her: "Don't go back to sleep. I'm hungry, let's get breakfast."

Me: "Nope".

Her: "You're not going to take me to breakfast?"

Me: "It's too fukkin cold to go out. I'll make us breakfast. Besides, I have the best bacon you can buy."

She smiled.

I got up and made breakfast. We chatted and made small talk.

After breakfast, we decide to shower because she has to get on her way.

We get dressed, and as we're in my car driving, she says to me when can we see each other again?

I say we can't.

She was shocked. She's like why not, what's wrong?

I say to her absolutely nothing's wrong. In fact, this is about as perfect and happy as I've been in a long time.

She's like I don't understand.

I say Anita, I don't expect you to understand. We had a great time. It was awesome. Now, we have to go separate ways.

She's like but why? What did I do wrong?

I say nothing. You're pretty much perfect.

She says then what the fukk is wrong with you?

At this point, she wants an explanation. So, like always, I give her point blank honesty and wait for the reaction.

I say....Anita, you are incredible. You're beautiful, you're intelligent, you're sexy, and you're classy. The reason we can't be together has nothing to do with you and everything to do with me.

If we stay together, you are the type of girl I can easily become addicted to and I won't allow myself to become addicted to a woman.

At this point, her mouth drops and she's in absolute fukkin shock.

So, for the next 10 or so minutes while driving her to her friend's, I had to endure all her talk about why we should continue to see each other.

As I drop her off, she's still continuing on about how we should see each other still.

I give her a kiss and caress her face and say goodbye.


I get back home, where I am now totally exhausted, balls completely drained, still half asleep, and felling like I just want to stay in bed all day.

The bed is a mess and the room smells like sex.

I'm sitting here at the computer not knowing if I made the right move or not but really not caring one way or the other.

She has been texting me for the last 5 minutes. Don;t ask me how she got my fukkin phone number, I didn't give it to her far as I can remember.

Well boys, that was my New Year's Eve/Day.

Think I'm gonna go back to sleep.

What are you trying to say here?

Comparing my new year's eve initial meeting with Anita to Valentine's Day in an already established relationship?

Not cool.

On top of that, I'm doing exactly as the advice I just gave.

I'm getting my happy ending tonight.

Are you?

[Kermit]

I got my wife a Black Diamond Dragon pendant from Kay jewelers and a card. I also made Tacos for tonight. She'll be home soon and she is going to be stoked.

Flowers are overrated IMO.

[PhillyFlyers]

I got my wife a Black Diamond Dragon pendant from Kay jewelers and a card. I also made Tacos for tonight. She'll be home soon and she is going to be stoked.

Flowers are overrated IMO.

Good stuff.

[Let's Go Rangers]

I got my wife a Black Diamond Dragon pendant from Kay jewelers and a card. I also made Tacos for tonight. She'll be home soon and she is going to be stoked.

Flowers are overrated IMO.

Dont forget to wash your finger....you don't want her catching a wiff of Miss Piggy