ROMANCE: Mars And Venus (Second Chance Romance) (New Adult Romance Short Stories) (Contemporary Romance, Out of Body Experience)

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Mars And Venus

By Piquette Fontaine

Mars And Venus

One

They say that men are from Mars and women are from Venus.

Men are violent, brutish, warlike. They love women, but only for the purpose of shattering them. Cleaving them apart down the middle, screwing their lights out, and tearing them to bits like savage beasts. They're made from snips and snails and puppydog tails, and testosterone. And penises...

Women, meanwhile, are supposedly more genteel in nature. Goddesses of beauty, peaceful, keepers of everything lovely and perfect in life. They're made of sugar and spice and everything nice, as well as breasts and vaginas.

Understandably, being of very different persuasions as they often are can cause a considerable level of strife between the two sexes, for whom it is impossible to see eye to eye on most fundamental issues about anything.

Perhaps the issue is overstated a bit. It's not as though men and women everywhere somehow see completely past one another. There is generally some overlap, and on occasion it's so substantial that the roles are reversed. The idea of gender is as fluid as any, and the poles can be reversed so that the female in a coupling is the dominant of the two, and the male more passive and submissive. There are endless possibilities, and this just in male-female partners alone.

Take Mark and Vera, for instance. They'd just gotten done with a romantic evening- Vera in her little black dress, looking especially cute, and Mark in a suit and tie, looking particularly dashing, but with lust in his eyes as he watched his vixen of a girlfriend walk from behind, staring at her just-barely-concealed ass as it teased him from beneath the dress. They'd went to dinner and an art gallery that night, and while Vera had largely appreciated the aesthetic value of so many nude statues, photographs of vulvas, paintings of vulvas, and photographs of flowers that largely resembled vulvas, Mark in his horny manliness couldn't help but become just the slightest bit aroused.

For Vera's part, she kept hoping that a date like this might harken the relationship back to a simpler time between the two of them. A time when they'd both been much happier, and when they simply enjoyed one another's company for what it was. There was no necessary expectation of a sexual reward for a night's good behavior, nor was a “good night out together” always and exclusively punctuated by sexual activity.

They'd always been a very physical couple, it was true. But there'd been an era when there was more between them than just sex- when the two of them could simply be content being in one another's presence. Laughing, holding hands, going out to dinner. Maybe snuggling up on the couch to watch TV, or just cuddling, holding one another, without necessarily having to be going at it like rabbits- savoring the mutual company, how lucky they were to have one another, and how rare a thing it was in this life and in this world to come across a connection as special as what the two of them shared.

But... Well... Since those glorious old days, Vera couldn't help but wonder whether those good old days were actually that special? If the present was any indicator, maybe it had all just been a great big falsehood...

Anymore, sex wasn't really something that indicated their closeness as a couple- it was more like it was something they did to keep from collapsing apart from one another altogether. There was still plenty of passion beneath the sheets, but that was about the only place where the two of them really seemed to connect on anything. They seemed to live almost entirely separate lives outside the bedroom, and physical intimacy was about the only kind they really shared anymore.

Mark, for his part, seemed to intuit about the precise opposite of what Vera diagnosed as the problem with their relationship. To him, the only thing that had changed was that the two of them had become comfortable around one another. Apparently, to him, displays of closeness and affection like the ones they'd shared in the past were more of an unnecessary extravagance than anything vital. It was like, now all of the sweet, considerate things he'd habitually said in the past could be eschewed. Vera tended to romanticize any time the two of them came across older couples, elderly lovers whose bond seemed so deep that they didn't even need words to communicate. Each knew what the other was thinking, and the need for speech was obsolete.

Actually, he supposed, there was just as much chance that the old couples they saw were either senile or annoyed at one another as there was they were genuinely in love as Vera made him out to be- but for his purposes, that was the stage that Mark considered their relationship to have arrived at.

Comfort to the point of silence.

And it should have been clear to Vera that he still loved her, shouldn't it have been? After all, her body drove him absolutely crazy!

Actually, he could barely stop himself from tearing off Vera's fucking clothes on the cab ride home...

“Stop!” she yelled, swatting him away as he kissed her neck in the back seat, nibbling up and down like a corn cob, reaching his fingers between her legs beneath that short little dress. She smacked him in annoyance.“Cut it the hell out!”She was all for a good roll in the hay, but the goddamn cab driver could see them in the rear view mirror! Voyeurism did not appeal to Vera in the least bit whatsoever.

Eventually the cab pulled up to their apartment, and by the time they got in the door, Mark had Vera's clothes torn halfway off of her. She finally let him have his way, and began participating in earnest- hot and bothered herself at this point, the space between her legs wet and slick with arousal.

The two locked lips, kissing like teenagers, their tongues lashing from mouth to mouth, saliva spilling between their lips, lapping one another up sensually, nibbling, biting, swallowing up heated breath, feeling dizzy and lightheaded and absolutely wonderful.

They began to grope one another through their clothes. Mark's hands roved pervertedly around that kinky little dress that had been frustrating him all night, unzipping it about halfway down the back and reaching inside, feeling up the contours of her shoulder blades, warm and smooth and sharp, lacing his fingers into the strap of her bra, running his palm around the slick central crevice of her spine, the sweat dribbling down along her form, perfect and sensual and exquisite.

Vera pulled his body into her, seizing him by the ass and tugging, and felt the sharp push of his erection into her waist, stabbing her through the multiple layers of their clothes, and turning her on like you wouldn't imagine.

Mark's hands roved around to the front of the dress, and touched down firmly upon her breasts, caressing the wondrous marvels in deep, firm circles, pushing them around and around and around on her body, causing her to sigh with passion, her body to tingle, the warmth spreading up between her thighs and then penetrating out through her nipples, everything beginning to heat up, go light, fuzzy, wonderful.

“Ohhhhh,” she sighed, rolling her head lightly around, soaking in the beauty of the moment, loving everything wonderful about life, and shivering with the absolute grace of his touch.

His hands dribbled around her soft, firm contours like raindrops dribbling down along a statue after a shower. They followed her curves down along to her tender thighs, then swept back up, the climate of her body getting hotter and hotter as he reached up under her dress, and at last pressed down against the spot he'd been seeking for so long, feeling her heat, radiating sensually into his palms, lacing his fingers into the waist band of her panties as they kissed, and feeling, caressing, savoring, tracing out shapes along the soft, clean-shaven swath of her pubic triangle, making her sigh, and shudder with passion.

And then he fell gently lower, lower, lower, lower, and hooked his fingers inside her, evoking a light whimper, as he pressed around the skin, pulling it taut, stretching it out, and then pushing into the warm, pink meat of her vagina, forcing her flesh around and around and around, causing her thighs to close in gently around his exploring fingers, pressing into his palm, flattening his hand, as all the while she moaned,“Ohhhhhh, Goddddddd...”

What a perfect end to a perfect day.

He pulled his hand out after sometime, his fingers slick and moist, and he reached over to her, and helped her out of the dress. She pulled her arms inside, and allowed it to be removed from her body, pulled up over her head, so that as the fabric slid sensually off of her her breasts bounced down hard against her body, jiggling much to his liking, and making his erection grow so long and so firm that she thought it might just fill in the gap between the two of them, reaching over to her, and grabbing her.

It did not, of course.

Instead, she stood there, turning her body from side to side, fully on display for his delight, showcasing her scandalously skimpy black bra and panties, tiny and lacy and so inconsequential as to be viewed by a magnifying glass in order to see them at all. She could almost hear the drool sloshing out of his gullet, and imagined how damn uncomfortable he must be with his cock so erect in such a confined space that it must be doubling over on itself at this point.

She decided to have mercy on him.

She slinked over to him in her underwear, working her waist back and forth, back and forth with each step in a way that she knew must drive him crazy, and peeled his jacket off of him, grazing as much of his body as she could with her hands as she removed it, and set it neatly down on a chair. Then she reached up to his neck, and loosened up the black tie he was wearing- not pulling it off altogether but letting it hang slack around his neck, the tail wagging like a pendulum as she let go.

Then she knelt down to the floor, and she could sense him bracing himself, getting ready for what was coming, as she undid the brass buckle of his belt. She slithered it out of the loop of his dress pants, and allowed it to go toppling to the ground. She reached up to his fly, unbuttoned it, and then unzipped him, grazing the lump in his crotch with the palm of her hand as often as she could as she pulled it down. She pulled the pants down off of him, wriggling them down along his thighs, and then down to his ankles for him to step out of them, and kick them to the side.

His penis was pressing madly through the thin fabric of his boxers, a black dab of moisture at its tip from where his pre-cum had begun seeping through.

“Naughty, naughty, boy” she teased, running her fingers around the rim of his cock through the underwear.“Why don't you come out and play?”

She pushed the erection to the center of his boxers and pulled it out through the fly, gripping its warm, moist shaft in her fingers, and gently pulling on the skin, pressing it back tenderly to his body, and then pulling it gently back toward the head, forward and back, forward and back, forward and back, very precisely, not enough to do any real damage, but a slow-burning, awful, agonizing pleasure, until after some time a little milky teardrop of semen came seeping out the tip. Vera smiled, showcasing every last of one of those gleaming, pearly whites to Mark up above, about to get a whole lot pearlier...

Her lips dissolved slowly onto the bulbous purple head of his erect cock, melting on him like a square of chocolate candy, slowly sliding along his considerable length, her tongue slipping along the underside of his veiny shaft, until, after some time, her lips pressed down against the smooth fabric of his boxers, and his cock tapped up against the back of her throat.

“Ohhhhhhhh, Godddddddd,”he whimpered, shuddering, his eyes perhaps rolling up into his head as she went about her work.

Again, she did not approach at full blast, but let him suffer through the slow, agonizing process, sucking on him very, very slowly, like savoring a particularly delectable piece of candy, pressing sloooooooooowly into him, letting the air in her mouth distort around the insertion of his penis, and then pulling slooooooooowly back away from him, building up suction as she swirled back up to his engorged tip,innnnnnnnnnn, outttttttttttt, innnnnnnnnnnnn, outtttttttttt, her hair glistening in the dim light of the room as she sucked, his cock coating with a thick layer of her saliva and mucus as she slid about, until at long last-

POP!

She pulled off of him, loudly smacking her lips, and letting a big glob of spit dribble off of his cock as she licked her mouth clean of the excess.