Valentine's Day. For some reason, it always seems to spring upon me. I am a romantic at heart and each day I try to do something to remember her and to give her some idea that I am thinking of her and still want her to be mine. It's just that this day always comes to me with ideas of girls trying to get you to love them and be romantic for them by this day every year. They begin the end of January, hinting and flirting and by the next week, just into February, they appear to me desperate for someone to suddenly love them in a way that takes years to come true.
So what do I give her? Well each year I try to send flowers about the right time. I give a card (alright so sometimes I forget). I try to give a bigger gift, but we get pretty well tapped out through Christmas and barely back on our feet by then. A couple years I gave jewelry and she definitely appreciated that. She gives me romantic things like books on sex and games and even a toy to use on her one year. This year, though, I actually planned for this day. I actually thought it through and saved enough from December to give her something she's been wanting for a little while. A limo ride (with sex).
Sex with my wife is a wonderful experience. She has a way of gasping and looking surprised when she cums especially hard or in a way she hasn't before that sets me into another world. She has these stuck up tits, full and delightful, pouty lips and deep glacier pool eyes. She gets a lot of attention when we are out - and I do for being with her. She's aging and beginning to show a maturity that looks so beautiful on her that sometimes I ache to look at her.
We've enjoyed a decent array of sex over the years. Every position, massage, candles, romance, talk -- especially talk. That most delightful of foreplays, deep innocent conversation about the most heartfelt subjects and truest ideals. We've seen some ups and downs over this but the friendship that comes of regular soul searching talk has pushed us ever closer and deeper in love than could ever have been with anyone else. We know that absolutely.
Our journey into bondage began innocently enough. One day, I started making her wait to cum. Pulling back just before she went over the edge and she would shiver and quake. It was driving me wild. I would slip my tongue over her clit, slowly licking up and back, flicking at it with the tip and slurping at it with the length until I could feel her start to spasm, then abruptly pull off. Tease and nibble at her nipples. Then plunge my cock into her, hard and fast until I could feel her at the edge again. She would grab my ass and rub herself against me as I pushed. I could feel her just about to start to cum again when I'd pull back out. She was soon begging me to let her cum, she would give a shudder and whisper "please finish". Hearing this softly into my ear would cause my cock to give a lurch and threaten to blow and I'd have to pull out to keep myself from cumming too soon.
I'd give her my cock to suck and then kiss the juices from her luscious lips. This had gone on so long I was shaking every time I pulled back from her. She was squirming and her gyrations and pleadings had just sent me so over the top that I was unable to hold back anymore. When we came, together, it was so incredibly mind blowing that we've really never gotten over that one time. This began our thrill with restraint and eventually discipline. We're no longer novices, but it still gets both of us completely turned on when I pull out the ties or she notices that I went to the bed ahead of her and tied them onto the headboard.
So. What to give her for Valentine's Day?
You return from your errands to find a card on the table with a large envelope. Peeking inside, you find a number of pages. You love my stories and one for Valentine's Day sounds like just what you wanted. A smile forms and you put away your things before walking upstairs to open it. You walk into the bedroom and see the restraints tied to the headboard. A warmth tingles you and a wetness flows involuntarily as you view the open manacles lying next to the pillow. The envelope intrudes upon your senses, rough and distinct in your hands.
This is how I find you. Standing there, a little shocked and unmoving. A thrill moves itself through me and I move directly to you, placing my hands on your arms. I feel the shiver through your body and when you melt against me I feel a need for you as great as I've ever had. Your shirt and pants disappear so quickly I can't believe that you had them on coming through the door. I lift you and press you to the bed. Your wrists slip quietly into the shackles and as they're tightened around you, I feel you sigh from deep within.
As I settle next to you, my thoughts running rampant and flying back and forth between chaste delicious teasing and bald sexual exclamation, I begin to read to you. A story of an adventure. Just for us. It tells of you tied to the bed, spread eagled (I take a moment to tie your feet -- we've never done that before). One of my hands on you while I read and the pauses for deep, passionate kisses. It tells of the electricity shooting back and forth between us in ever increasing jolts. How the nearness and the story has us so completely turned on it would take just moments of touching to orgasm.
It tells of how my hands massage you before my mouth begins moving over every bit of your body, nibbling and kissing. I bypass your groin, moving down one leg and back up the other. Just as I reach my way back up -- you know what comes next -- there is a long pause with my cheek resting against your upper thigh so that you can feel my warm breath moving over your swollen and open pussy lips. The moisture growing more pronounced and beginning to pool under your ass.
