It is non-erotic. So if you are looking for a sexual or erotic story you may want to pass on this one. This short story is about one man and his past ...emembrances of Valentines Day. A big ‘Thank You’ to Penn Lady and WanderingScot for editing this story and making it a much better read. * Most people think that Valentine’s Day is only for lovers or young children. I beg to differ with you. It’s also a time of remembering the loved ones in your life. My name is Hank Adams and Valentine’s day has. While I was busy having sex with some girl upstairs.. buddies dad has arrived and I haven't noticed.. he started shouting I thought I was busted because I knew that voice.. we all went out of the house and I didn't even see him I heard the noise from the back door and escaped from the front door .he called my phone telling me he needs to blow of some steam I told him we can't am busy, we made an appointment for tomorrow but at a hotel he wouldn't risk people seeing him with a man ... he gave me. Brianna rolled out of bed and ran to the nearest bathroom, her belly bouncing in front of her as she walked. She yanked down her panties, slapped her dimpled ass cheeks down on the bowl and moaned with relief as a jet of yellow piss flooded from her pussy.A minute later, she wiped, stood, and walked to the ship's small lounge / kitchen, suddenly very hungry.She approached the food station. "Computer, I want a bowl of olives."There was a soft whirring, then the computer responded. "Would you. "The restaurant is just around the corner," Aunt Jessica said as she got out. She slapped her hands together. "It'll be good to get out of this wind."Danielle hunched as much as she could. Her hands were cold, and the wind was making her nose hurt. She was a creature of warmth. She'd never seen what was fun about skiing or doing any of the other winter sports. She'd gone to a ski resort with her friends once, but after a brief run down the hill on an inner tube, and pictures of her and the.