Part 1 of a glory hole and deepthroating romance

They'd talked about going to the glory hole prior to. It's the norm for two city dwellers, they are driven by careers. life can get out of the way.

When they last wished to leave, one of Steven's clients faced a massive crisis that he needed to resolve.

They had to delay it. When February was looming with tired minds and bodies after having spent the Christmas season with their families across different areas of the nation they'd joked at the thought that Valentine's Day would be a perfect day to visit the glory hole.

Steven has been spending Christmas and New Year's at San Diego with his dad and stepmom. He preferred calling her stepmonster.

Although he was apprehensive about living with his father and other siblings He was content that there was a distance of 2,700 miles between him and her.

They had enjoyed Christmas at the beach. It was a very casual holiday in comparison to his day-to-day life in New York City. He had filmed Jackie while the sun set on the Pacific Ocean.

She appeared to be the character of Esikmo when she said. She wore a huge green parka , with a floppy faux fur hood. Every breath she took changed to white smoke which was illuminated by street lamps.

She was in St. Cloud, Minnesota with her family. She jokingly rebuked him to call her at the beach as she went for a stroll on the snow.

She said she'd blame him if one of her fingers were to fall off.

Resolutions for Glory Hole

When they returned to Manhattan in January of this year they were not relaxed after their holidays.

It was also a problem that it was chilly and dark in the city, and they each worked 60-hour days. They wanted something to look forward to.

On a rare evening towards the beginning of January they both returned home by 8 midnight. They'd opened a bottle of wine and settled down on their sofa in their apartment in midtown.

They weren't particularly keen on the celebration of Valentine's Day. The top restaurants in the city had booked at a considerable time in advance , and they were packed regardless.

Jackie was jokingly suggesting that they could visit that East Village sex club that boasts a glory hole. Is there anything more beautiful to celebrate Valentine's Day?

While Steven's laughter diminished, the man was looking at Jackie.

The legs were crossed, wrapped in a pair of dark green yoga pants. The suit was tossed into the laundry basket and then hopped into the shower once she arrived back home.

The old Grateful Dead sweatshirt was worn with yoga pants. The owner had picked it up at a thrift shop located on Bleecker Street for $15.

The brunette, dark straight, yet thick hair fell to the floor just above her shoulders. Steven was able to smell her coconut shampoo across the four-seater in beige.

She sipped a glass of wine, and looked at the sky from the window. The Midtown towers illuminated the sky like diamonds in the sky. A few freckles dotted her pale cheeks.

Fresh from the shower, unbrushed hair and no makeup, is the way Steven liked her.

She was always gorgeous, but there was a certain innocence in her look that caused him to want to throw her on the counter in the kitchen and hit her in the sex with an ice cube until it was red.

The conversation about the glory hole

"I believe that a great time is exactly the thing you deserve for Valentine's Day my love," he declared. "I cannot think of an easier method to spend the day."

She pulled her eyes away off the skyline and stared at him. He was still wearing his pants and shirt in a suit. He at least removed his button from his shirt.

Despite the long hours he worked, Steven always ensured to stay in shape. He used the gym located in his office.

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

The white, crisp fabric was tucked tightly over his broad shoulders. For a moment, she wished that he could pick her up and place her on the table.

Then she brought her attention back to the conversation in the glory hole.

There was a stag/vixen love affair. They didn't get married and he was not her cuckold. He loved watching other guys fuck her however.

The more sludgier she was, the more attracted the man was. He loved to be in charge of their meetings. Sometimes, he'd take her out by herself to meet new people.

Then he'd expect her to snap photographs or videos to him or return home after and talk to him about it. Oftentimes, she'd be dirty and he'd not allow her to shower.

Last time , they had not made it through the hallway. They both came home simultaneously both from work, and her from a different man's home. When they had closed their front doors, the man shoved his wife against the wall, and then he grabbed her by the thigh.

Naturally, he was eager to watch her fight the big Dicks in the glory hole.

Romance is in the East Village

Valentine's Day arrived and they were able to get out of the taxi in the middle of a large black door. This was their first experience at this particular venue.

He was dressed in his black suit, and she wore a long black dress with high-heeled shoes beneath their long coat.

People walking around might not have realised which direction they were headed. They may have assumed that they were heading to fancy restaurants or an event. It was more of it being a "cock-party".

He walked a little behind her, and placed his hands upon her back while she walked toward the door. The door opened without sounding the doorbell.

A tall man, 6'5" with wide shoulders looked at them briefly before he stopped to let them go.

The room they were in was unnoticeable.

Dark wallpaper, wood flooring and a woman at an office desk, who handed them the entry fee and then held her hands out to show them the hall.

A woman in one black thong and a pair of shiny nipple tassels opened the dark red velvet curtains to them. She smiled and said hello to them as they walked by.

In the shadows The place was anything but a shadow.