Part 1 of a glory hole and deepthroating romance

They had previously talked about going to the glory hole. Life gets in the way of these two career-driven, inner-city people.

Steven had to deal with a major crisis when he was last able to travel.

It was something they had to delay yet again. They were tired from the holidays and had begun to feel drained.

Steven spent Christmas and New Years in San Diego with his father and stepmom. He preferred to call her stepmonster.

He hated the idea of living so far from his parents and siblings but he was content that they were only 2,700 miles apart.

They had previously spent Christmas at the seaside. He had been much more casual than his corporate life in New York City. As the sun set over the Pacific Ocean, he called Jackie.

When she answered, she looked just like an Esikmo. She wore a large green parka and a faux fur hood. Every breath she took was filled with white smoke, which was illuminated by streetlights.

She was in St. She was in St. Cloud, Minnesota with her family. He called her from the beach, while she was on a snowshoe walk. She laughed at him.

She stated that she would blame him for her fingers falling off.

Glory Hole Resolutions

They felt nothing but relaxed after the holidays when they returned to Manhattan in January.

They both worked 60 hour weeks and January was cold. They wanted something to look forward to.

They were both home by 8 pm on a rare night at the end of January. They had opened a bottle of wine, and they sat on the couch together in their apartment in midtown.

They were both not particularly interested in Valentine's Day. The good restaurants were booked well in advance, and all of them were packed.

Jackie joked that they might go to the East Village sex club with a glory hole. What could be a more romantic Valentine's Day?

Steven looked at Jackie as his laughter subsided.

She crossed her legs and was wrapped in dark green yoga pants. She had thrown her suit into the laundry basket, and was ready to jump in the shower when she got home.

The yoga pants were paired with an old Grateful Dead hoodie. It was $15 that she had bought at a Bleecker Street thrift store.

Her dark brown straight but thick hair ended just above her shoulders. Steven could smell the coconut shampoo across the beige four seater.

She sipped a glass of wine and gazed out the window. The Midtown towers lit up like diamonds in the sky. A few freckles dotted her pale cheeks.

Steven liked her fresh out of the bath with unbrushed hair and minimal makeup.

Although she was beautiful, there was something about her that was so innocent. He wanted to spank her genitals until it was crimson.

The gloryhole conversation

He said, "I believe a gloryhole is exactly what you deserve for Valentine's Day, my love." "I don't know a better way to spend it."

She squinted at the skyline, then looked up at him. He was still wearing his suit pants and shirt. He had at least unbuttoned the shirt.

Steven worked long hours but still kept fit. Steven used the gym in his workplace.

Jackie could see his six-pack hidden behind his open shirt.

His broad shoulders were covered in a crisp white fabric. She wished for a moment that he would grab her and place her on the coffee table.

She then returned to the glory hole conversation.

They were a stag/vixen couple. They were not married, and he was not her cuckold. However, he did enjoy watching other men fuck her.

He was more irritable the slutier she was. He preferred to control their meetings. Sometimes, he would send her on her own to meet men.

He would then ask her to take photos and videos of him or to return to him afterwards to tell him about it. He wouldn't allow her to shower, and she would often come back dishevelled.

They hadn't even made it to the other side of the hall last time. Both of them had come home from work at the same moment, she from her apartment and he from work. He pushed her against a wall and took her in stride as soon as he closed the front door.

He couldn't wait for her to take on the big-dicks in an enviable victory.

Romance in the East Village

Valentine's Day was upon them and they were soon stepping out of their taxi in front of a large black door. This was their first visit to this club.

He wore a black suit, and she wore a long black dress with high heels underneath.

People walking by wouldn't guess where they were going. Most people assumed they were going to a fancy restaurant, or a party. Instead of a cockparty.

As she approached the door, he walked behind her, putting his hand on her lower back. The door opened without them hearing the bell.

A tall man of 6'5 with broad shoulders looked at them briefly before stepping aside to allow them to pass.

They were in a strange room.

Dark wallpaper, wooden floor. A woman behind a desk charged them entry fees and showed them how to walk down the hall.

The woman wore a black thong with shiny nipple beads and held open dark red velvet curtains. As they passed, she smiled and said hello.

The place was hidden behind the curtains.