Eroica St. Finian – Valentine's Day
Eroica St. Finian
VALENTINE'S DAY
An erotic novella
This is a work of fiction. Names, places and characters are a product of the authors imagination. Any resemblance to actual people or places are entirely coincidental.
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“Eroica St. Finian” is the alter ego of fiction author Heather McAlendin
ONE
It was the end of another twelve hour day as corporate lawyer, Valentine Dai shut down her computer and stared into the shadows of her darkening office. Everyone in the firm had left for the weekend, twittering about the fact that tomorrow was February 14th, St. Valentine's Day.
Valentine hated all the romantic bother that was associated with the day. All of her single girlfriends were planning a “Sex in The City” night out on the town with the singular attempt to snare unsuspecting but willing males and her married friends were all planning romantic rendezvous.
“It's all bullshit and another excuse to spend money,” she sighed while grabbing her coat and turning off the office lights.
Valentine had grown to despise Valentine's Day mainly because her parents had decided to curse her with a name she had spent her childhood being teased and bullied about.
She had shown them all however, by becoming one of the most powerful corporate attorneys in Maple Ridge. Tall and lean with long legs, a full head of wavy blond hair and ice blue eyes, she used her looks to disarm clients and then move in for the kill in the courtroom. Her moniker was the “Ice Princess” and she loved it. Valentine had everything she ever wanted or dreamed of; looks, money, power, and respect but she was single and alone.
Her friends were always trying to fix her up with an assortment of what she considered to be weak minded, weak willed men who relied on their pocketbooks rather than intellect or personality to win a woman's heart. As far as Valentine was concerned, she enjoyed her freedom and if there was a man out there who could best they would come along when she wanted them too and not before.
“Besides,” she thought as she unlocked the door to her black luxury car. “What can any man do that a glass of good red wine and an assortment of girls toys can't?”
Valentine stopped by a local gourmet grocery store on the way to her penthouse condo and purchased an assortment of fruit, cheese and caviar. When she brought her purchase to the cashier, the young woman smiled up at her and said; “Looks like someone is planning a romantic evening with all these goodies!”
“No, someone is not!” she remarked. “I take care of my own needs thank you.”
“I just bet you do.”
Valentine turned to see a very tall, handsomely dressed, dark skinned man with an ivory smile nodding and standing close behind her. Too close for Valentine's liking.
“Excuse me?” she said sharply.
“You seem like the type who enjoy her own company. Lucky you.”
Valentine was stunned that a complete stranger would speak to her in this manner. She had never seen this man in her neighborhood and wondered where he had come from. The man continued to smile and placed his bag of groceries on the counter to be purchased.
“Do I know you?” she asked.
“Not that I am aware of. I just moved here from out of town. Starting up a new business. Love this neighborhood.”
The tall dark man eyed Valentine and gave her quick wink before turning to face the cashier. Valentine gathered her bags and quickly walked out of the grocery store, flabbergasted by the insolence of the stranger.
“And people wonder why I choose to be single?” she muttered while making her way home. She was still shaking her head upon arriving at her building.
“Evening Miss Dai. How was your day?” The kindly old door man asked as Valentine walked through the front entrance of the building she lived in.
“Fine, just fine thanks Mr. Emery. Goodnight.” Valentine swung one of her bags over her shoulder and headed up the elevator to where her quiet penthouse lay waiting for her. She did not even have any pets to greet her when she arrived home. Valentine thought pets were a nuisance, like children.
After throwing her grocery bags on the center island of her kitchen, Valentine peeled off her well heeled boots and coat and stripped where she stood.
“One of the joys of living alone.” she thought happily as she walked around the kitchen in her pale pink slip and silk stockings. Her grey, cashmere, tailored suit and jacket lay crumpled on the floor for the housekeeper to send to the cleaners in the morning.
Once the groceries were put away for her own, private Valentine's Day celebration she poured a large glass of red wine and walked to the window.
The street below was dark and barren without a soul in sight.
“I love the city at night. It's so quiet.”
As if to snub her, a ear shattering siren voiced a loud cry as an ambulance and police are sped quickly from one side of the block to another. Disgusted, Valentine closed her drapes and sat down heavily on the black leather couch. With her drink in hand, she picked up a small remote on the coffee table and clicked a red button, relaxing into the couch once the sounds of jazz filled the air.
“Much better,” she sighed as she took along swallow of wine.
The hour was late and the wine tasted delicious but Valentine felt on edge and she just could not relax. With a sly smile, she picked up her wine glass and moved into her bedroom. She had personally decorated it in soothing greens and vanilla colors and had chosen some very specific, very expensive furniture. The chaise lounge sat at the foot of her sleigh bed which was dressed in soft and luxurious high thread count sheet and a down duvet.
Valentine set her glass of wine on one of the night stands and lit several lavender scented candles. The room was soon filled with the heady, floral scent and was glowing with warm, yellow light.
Sitting just under the bed was a small, ornate looking, wooden chest. Valentine carefully lifted the box removed the lid. After taking another drink of wine, she placed he hand inside the box and removed a small clear bottle of personal lubricant and several pink and purple colored sex toys.
Valentine felt her body twitch in anticipation of what she was about to do. She slipped the dainty slip she had been wearing down her shoulders and body, letting it pool at her feet in a river of pink. The stockings she wore were deftly removed from each slender, milky white leg and dropped next to the slip.
She took her time removing the rose coloured lace push up bra and thong panties, stroking her warm flesh as she did. By the time Valentine was completely naked, her tiny nipples were swollen and flushed deep red; her thighs were quivering and she knew her body was ready.
Laying back against a pile of satin pillows, Valentine reached for the bottle of lubricant and poured a few drops on outstretched finger tips. Her blonde maned head dropped back and her lips parted as she reached between parted legs and slowly drew her fingers back and forth over the slippery pearl like button of her clit.
“Feels good,” she groaned. Valentine was very familiar with how her body could and would react to each touch. The electricity that warmed her belly and core came as no surprise but she always enjoyed the sensations. With one free hand, Valentine pinched and rolled her erect nipples, causing a tingling sensation between her legs. She played like this for a few minutes until her breathing quickened and after dipping a finger deep within, she smiled knowing her body was ready for more.
After raising one finger to her parted lips, she licked at her own juices that had made her index finger slippery and moist. “Oh, you are so ready.” she whispered.
Valentine turned to one side and looked over the colored toys she had removed from the wooden box. Without hesitation she picked up a bright pink, fleshy looking dildo. It was short but round and thick, made to fill her up with it's width rather than length.
This toy was her favorite and had put any real male member to shame. She warmed it between her hands and ran her tongue along it's fat, protruding head. Her clit twitched and ached for the dildo's familiar touch.
Reaching down, Valentine ran the pink fleshy toy over her lips, barely touching her swollen clit.
“Fuck yes,” she responded as the sensations grew more intense with each touch. Finally, Valentine drove the fat, pink dildo between her legs, deep with her wetness causing her hips to buck upward as if they had a mind of their own.
Her labia lips were stretched wide as she continually plunged the wide dildo in and out of her core. Valentine knew all she would have to do is pinch one nipple hard and her orgasm would be assured.
“Not just yet.” she thought. “Tonight I want more.”
Valentine removed the dildo with an audible wet “pop” and rose up on her knees. She leaned forward on her elbows and reached behind with one hand, pushing the dildo slowly between her buttocks until slowly but surely it entered her puckered anus.
“Fuck me!” she squealed. Valentine loved the full feeling of the dildo in her anus. Without any further penetration she left the dildo poking out from behind her and one hand to furiously rub her vibrating clit. The sensations left her breathless and moaning for release.
Faster and faster her finger rubbed and tweaked her clit until she felt as if her body would explode into a million pieces. A wave of sensation came over her culminating in one large, body shaking orgasm. “Yes! Yes!” she screamed into her satin pillow. Collapsing onto her belly the dildo slid out from behind and landed on the floor. Valentine's body was damp with a thin layer of sweat and she reveled in the heat dissipating from her belly, down her legs to her toes.
She lay like that for a moment before collecting herself and walking very slowly into the master bathroom for a quick, hot shower.
“Tonight I will sleep like a baby.”
And she did.
TWO
Valentine woke with a start. A loud knocking at her door and the phone ringing were not sounds she wanted to wake up to, especially on a Saturday morning.