My Valentine

How was my Valentine? He's been better. How was my Valentine's day? Never had better.

My valentine decided to surprise me by tying me up and blindfolding me for a romantic surprise. He held a rose under my nose and when I guessed what it was he stroked it slowly down my body, tracing my contours with the silky petals. He held a box of chocolates up and when I guessed what they were he shared the treats with me, feeding them to me from between his lips.

Despite the sensuality, it was becoming far too soft and sweet, and completely unlike my Valentine. Valentine's day is about a fast beating heart, and red red blood.

I played against his game. He ran a plump strawberry along my bottom lip, the fresh scent of being dipped in white Zinfandel made my tongue tingle. "Bumpy, dripping with the smell of alcohol, and failing to find my erogenous zones," I begin, "Of course, it's your tongue."

My valentine knew I was being difficult, he wouldn't be hurt by my statement; especially not when he was able to make me hurt for saying it. My head snapped back from the sudden collision of the back of a hand against my face. I felt my lip split, the radiating heat from the slap was soothed by the cold tingle of my nerves.

I chuckled as I lifted my head back up, "Was that the next surprise for me to guess? Well it hit the side of my mouth, was brief, and entirely unpleasant... Was it a kiss, my love?" My lips twisted in a devilish grin.

His hand closed around my throat next and startled me, leaning me back to the point that I would have toppled out of the chair if his nails weren't so deeply pressed into my flesh to keep me there. His teeth closed around my nipple with a punishing bite. The blindfold left me unable to see his response, every touch carried more impact with no way to prepare myself by seeing it coming.

"Stop being difficult." My Valentine said.

My tongue collected the blood from my split lip, "I was afraid you went soft."

He was quiet then chuckled with a sound like the visual equivalent to my most wicked grins. "Soft... I'll show you." I couldn't see him, but I could hear him moving. And i would feel him soon enough.

Tonight would be a long night between My Valentine and I. It would be almost entirely absent of gentle cuddling and sweet nothings whispered into one another's ears while we giggle softly and nuzzle our heads together. This Valentines day will be full of raw passion.
I love you, my Valentine.