I should’ve just finished this apparently, since this week is quite short.
– Richard

Chelsea leaned against the cage, her own hands squeezing the bars just above 

Arnold’s. She closed her eyes and moaned as he worked his tongue up and down her pussy, periodically stopping to suck against her clit. After a few minutes, she let go of the bars, slipping her fingers under her bra to twist her nipples, drawing a low groan as her knees flexed involuntarily. “Is this what you want, boy? To be locked up and eating my clit? Would you like it even better if another man’s cum was dripping out of it?”

Arnold let out a groan that sounded affirmative, but she smothered him when the vibrations brushed her clit just right, and she pressed her hips in harder. “Fuck! Just like that, right there!”

Arnold moaned again and flicked his tongue even harder. She kept playing with her breast with one hand and snapped another picture of him down there with her phone. As she did, Hannah’s message popped up.

“Just do it already. You want it, he wants it, Arnie apparently wants it. And I don’t want to deal with your drama anymore.”

Chelsea started to roll her eyes, only for them to bounce back further when Arnold slipped his tongue in deeper.

“Fine! But you’re all pampering me for a month when he fucks me over again!”

She added all the pictures to a message for Mark and typed, “Arnie says, ‘Will you be our bull-entine?’”

Her finger hovered over the send button for a few seconds, heart pounding and breath quickening. As her orgasm rushed closer and closer, she finally hit it, then dropped her phone to the floor as she clung to the cage, barely keeping herself up as she came. She screamed as loud as she could, letting out all the tension of the last few months before slowly sliding down the floor next to Arnie.

“Nice job, baby,” she said, leaning in to kiss him, tasting her juices on his lips.

“Thank you, Miss,” he said.

They nuzzled together for a few minutes before her phone chimed from the floor. She craned her neck to read the notification.

1 new message

She recognized the number: Mark’s.

Enjoy your cliffhanger! I’ll be helping Jayden with her A-Z meet cutes next month. Chelsea, Arnold, Mark, Hannah, and everyone else will be appearing, but the timeline won’t actually be moving forward until sometime in May! Have fun!

Apparently, this is the Valentine’s that stretches on forever.
– Jayden

Chelsea fumbled her phone and coughed, trying to keep her composure at his suggestions.

“Suggesting I send sexy pics to my ex-boyfriend is an… interesting choice of Valentine’s Day activities.”

She took some more pictures to keep herself busy, spreading her legs, snapping a shot of her bare, dripping pussy.

Arnold looked up at her. “I know you want to. You’ve been so horny I could barely keep up with you since you bumped into him on our engagement night.”

“That was some bad timing, wasn’t it…”

“I dunno. I can’t say I haven’t enjoyed it. I like doing the dress up and stuff. And I got hot watching you spanking Hannah. But you need someone to boss you around and slap you around too.”

“And that’s who you want me to go to? My ex-boyfriend slash asshole who abandoned me?”

“I think that’s who you want to do it. And I think he’s good at it. You can pretend all you want, but I can tell you still want him. And he seemed very safe when we played in the basement.”

Chelsea attached the photos to a message on her phone and set it down on the bench, dropping down in front of the bars to look at Arnold.

“What happened?” Arnold asked. “You’ve said a hundred times that he’s an asshole, he abandoned you, all that stuff. And I believe you. But that doesn’t seem like the guy he is now.”

“That’s exactly the thing. He gets in your head. He’s good at tricking people.”

“I think he got in your head a decade and a half ago, and you’ve built him up into this crazy evil mastermind. You never made it sound like he actually did anything to hurt you; he just ghosted you. Which is shitty, don’t get me wrong, but you guys were what, twenty?

“Yeah. I guess.”

“And you’re totally right to feel hurt, and he’s wrong for doing it. But you act like he stole your dog or something.”

“I don’t think you realize how into him I was. When he cut me off, it was like… I dunno, losing an arm or something. This huge part of me was just gone.”

“I think I kind of get it. I think that’s how I’d feel if you disappeared on me.”

“And so on Valentine’s you’re asking me to get back with the guy that did that?”

“You could send them to Bonnie if you want. I just thought you’d have more fun with him.”

“Oooh, Bonnie’s a good idea. She was around back then. She’ll know what to do.”

“She’s totally going to take my side. She’s been wanting you guys to ‘stop being dramatic and just bone’ for months.”

“When did you talk to her about that!?”

“We were all out for drinks one night. You went to pee. She was drunk and said something about how you used to have to ask him to go to the bathroom, and it was code for hooking up.”

“One of you is mixing up two different kinks. But fine, I’ll send them to her first.”

She deleted the picture of her pussy and quickly added a message: 

Guess who got himself locked in a cage and is trying to get me to cuck him with my demonic ex.

“Now we’ll see how long it takes her to answer,” Chelsea said, standing back up and pressing her thighs against the bars of the cage. “In the meantime, shut up and put that tongue of yours to better use, bitch!”

“Yes, Ma’am!” Arnold said, grabbing the bars with his hands and shoving his face halfway between them, sliding his tongue across her lower lips and drawing a moan from her upper ones.

Come back soon for TMI Tuesday, more Hallmark, and maybe even a Sexy Short!

We missed last week because even though Richard wrote it, Jayden forgot to post it. Whoops!
– Jayden

Chelsea walked to the bathroom and quickly undressed. She took a minute to look at herself in the mirror. She’d shaved earlier, and she quickly double checked everything. Nice and smooth, except for a small triangle patch over her clit. She’d been doing it that way since Mark told her he liked it. I should ask Arnie, she thought to herself, wondering how he liked it. She pulled on the top first, her tits seemingly ready to burst out with any movement. She looked in the mirror again, grinning and lightly rubbing her nipples where they stuck out of the fabric. Next came the skirt. If she stood just right, she could see the bottom of her pussy lips peeking out, and there was no way it could cover even half of her ass. She pulled the socks on next, looked down, and wriggled her toes in them. Should she put her shoes back on? Did Arnold like feet? They really needed to have more talks about this kind of thing. She rummaged around in the cabinet under the sink for a minute and found a pair of scissors to cut the ribbon in half. She twisted her hair into two pigtails and used half to tie each one. If she was going to be a cheerleader, she had to go all the way. She took another look to make sure the outfit was right and then walked back to the bedroom.

“Arnie?” she called. She looked around, not seeing him. She walked around in a slow circle, carefully not looking behind her. Her pussy dripped at the thought of him ambushing her. She jumped when she heard metal clattering on metal.

“Down here…” Arnold said.

She looked around, then spotted one hand waving out between the bars of the cage. The locked cage.

“What’d you do?” she asked, crouching next to it, bending at the knees, and spreading her barely skirted legs as wide as she could to give him a view while he was stuck.

“You told me to check the stuff out, so I crawled in here. And then I was trying to figure out how it worked, and then…”

She looked at the lock. It was set on a ten minute timer, about half of which was used up. She laughed.

“Good news, you’ll only be stuck for a couple more minutes.”

“I kinda like it…” he said, staring at her pussy.

“You put me in this slutty little outfit, but you’re the one who wants to get locked up?”

“You could be a mean sexy cheerleader. You liked being mean to Hannah.”

“Yeah? Is that how you want me to treat you?”

He nodded. “I think so. You’re better at it than me. And it was hot.”

She looked down at him in the cage for a minute, then reached over and set the timer up to 15 minutes.

“This is not how I thought tonight was going to go,” she said, grabbing a pair of handcuffs out of their toy bag.

“I’m sorry…” he said again.

“Oh, you’re gonna be sorry. Getting me all horned up to be your little slut, and then locking yourself in the cage? Do you know how many times I rubbed one out this week, imagining I’d be the one down there? Or that you’d string me up on that cross and beat me black and blue? How’re you going to make up for it?”

He looked down. She wriggled her toes again, watching him for a reaction. 

“I don’t know.”

She stuck her foot through the bars of the cage, putting it under his chin and making him tip his head back.

“That’s, ‘I don’t know, ma’am.’”

“Yes, ma’am!”

She smiled a little. “You’re lucky you’re cute. First order of business, get undressed in there. I reset the timer, but if you can’t follow all my orders before the cage unlocks, I’m never letting you back in.”

“Yes, ma’am!” he quickly started rolling around inside, tangling and untangling himself in his shirt as he tried to pull it off, making little grunting noises as he tried to reach for the buttons.

While he did, she sat on the padded bench top of the cage, grabbing her phone and snapping a couple pictures. After a few minutes she bent over, catching one with her legs at the edge of the frame and him wriggling half naked.

“Who do you think I should send these to?” she asked.

After a minute, he looked up at her. “How about Pete?”

Come back soon for TMI Tuesday, more Hallmark, and maybe even a Sexy Short!

Here is the next installment of Hallmark!
– Richard

Arnold turned the Jeep down the alley. “This is the place,” he said.

“Yep. Man, I haven’t seen this place since I was in undergrad.”

“You sure it’s going to be okay? You made it sound like you guys had a fight last time you were here.” 

“That was a long time ago. Besides, we’re paying, so we’re playing!”

Julie stepped out of the front door and walked over to them.

“How’re you doing, Chel? Been a while,” she said.

“It has. Pretty good. This is my fiancé, Arnold.”

Arnold pulled a bag out of the trunk, slung it over his shoulder, and held out his hand.

“Nice to meet you,” he said.

Julie shook and looked him over. “You too. You sure you want to spend all night here with this one?”

“I’ve spent every night somewhere with her for the last year or so, hasn’t killed me yet.”

Julie laughed and slapped him on the arm. “Oh, I like this one. He’s funny. I bet you get in a lot of trouble with that mouth.”

“Not too much…” he said, taking half a step back.

“How about you, Julie?” Chelsea asked as she stepped in. “How are you doing?”

“Well enough, I guess. Still getting a couple hundred a month out of this place.”

“Well, here’s ours,” said Chelsea, pulling a stack of twenties out of her pocket and handing them over. 

Julie counted them, then nodded. “Looks good. Here’s the key. You two head up and enjoy yourselves. Happy Valentine’s Day!”

“Thanks, Jules. You too!”

Julie walked back to her car on the street and drove off. 

“You ready?” Chelsea asked, slinging her own bag.

“Yeah. That was… awkward.”

“Well, you won’t have to talk to her again all weekend. Let’s just go up and have a good time.”

They walked up the stairs, and Chelsea flipped the light on. The stairs came up into a small eat-in kitchen. A basket of snack bags sat on the table, and there was bottled water in the fridge.

“This is nicer than last time, at least…” Chelsea said, walking down the hallway. On one side was a bathroom with a walk in shower, on the other was a bedroom. Inside was a king-sized four-poster bed with mirrors above and on the sides. At the opposite end was a padded cage, big enough for a person, a St. Andrew’s cross, and a horse, all with rings for restraints. A variety of candles sat on shelves against the walls.

“Why don’t you pick out a nice one to light, and then we can start unpacking, babe,” said Chelsea, sitting down on the end of the bed.

Arnold took the tops off a few and sniffed before lighting a sandalwood candle and sitting next to her.

“Did you have fun going shopping for my gift without me?”

“I did. I hope you like it.”

“I’m sure you did fine. Do you want to open mine first?” She opened her bag and pulled a wide, flat, wrapped gift box out of it. He ripped off the paper and opened it.

“Is this a skirt or a belt?” he asked, holding up the very short red pleated cheerleader skirt and top.

“I don’t know, is this a top of a bra?” Chelsea asked, handing him the top that went with it.

He kept digging through the box, pulling out a pair of white knee-high socks and a hair ribbon. “Nice choice!”

“There’s shoes that go with them too, but they’re just in the bottom of my bag. Happy Valentine’s!” she leaned in for a kiss, teasing her tongue lightly against his lips. “Should I get dressed or open mine first?”

“Open it. That way you can put it all on at once.” He pulled a much smaller box out of his bag and passed it to her.

She unwrapped and opened it, grinning wide, “Oooh, this’ll be fun! Maybe we should go out somewhere and try it…” She pulled out a pink C-shaped vibrator. “Did you put the app on your phone yet?”

“I did. Go put it on with your new outfit, and we’ll figure out how to try it out.”

Chelsea giggled, grabbed all the gifts, and ran off to the bathroom. “Be back soon. Check out the furniture and unpack some of the other toys!”

Arnold smiled and walked over to the cross, fiddling with one of the rings a little.

Ready for more Valentine’s Day fun? Come back next weekend!

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