They’d been together for three years now. Each year, he’d surprised her with something special for valentine’s day. The first year, it was a weekend getaway to a hotel with dinner & a Jacuzzi. Year two, private b&b with deliciously wicked porno on the telly. What would it be this year?
He was the first man she had ever known that she felt comfortable enough to share her fantasies with. Those deep, dark, private thoughts that a girl masturbates to when she’s all alone in her bedroom. Most women have them, but few will admit it to their partners. Neither had Kina…..until she met Marcus.
She loved to talk in bed. Dirty talk, that is; but she was afraid with him at first. She didn’t want him to think her a slut. (Well, not yet, at least). But the words, the words….when she was alone, just saying the words aloud was enough to get her off within minutes! Cock, pussy, cum, thrusting, pounding, slurping, sweet, juicy, slick, fuck, harder……mmmmm.
Marcus was the first man to talk to her in bed. To ask her what she wanted, to call her all the names she’d never asked anyone to call her – cumslut, bitch, whore….and still actually respect her in the morning! She was not only astounded, she fell in love.
She told him of her fantasies. Of being with another woman. Of being with two (or more) men. Of participating in an orgy. Of having every hole filled, and having cum poured all over her body. Never in her life had she made herself this vulnerable to a man. It was frightening, but exciting and intimate.
Marcus’ favorite color was purple, so Kina made sure to purchase something special at a local lingerie boutique. It was a deep purple velvet teddy, with underwires in the bra and satin ribbon to tie up the crotch. She knew he’d love it.
As she slipped on her black, lace-top thigh highs and little black silk dress, she imagined the exciting possibilities of the evening. What would he do this year?
She swept her shoulder-length red hair up into a French twist, applied her “Vixen” lipstick and outlined her eyes in smoky kohl liner.
“Mmmmmm-Marcus. You are in for a treat tonight,” she laughed as she kissed the mirror, slipped on her strappy high heels, grabbed her purse and headed downstairs to wait for him.
She danced down the stairs, humming “Fly me to the Moon…..” and dropped her purse on the table in the foyer.
As she danced her way toward the kitchen, she scooped up her tabby cat, Bruce, and sang to him.
“Mommy’s going out tonight with Marcus, Brucey…..but I’ll be back soon, don’t you worry,” she murmured as she scratched behind his ears.
“Not too soon, I hope,” came a voice from behind her.
Kina yelped and turned around. Marcus was standing behind her, looking delicious in a tuxedo, and with a dozen long-stemmed white roses in hand.
Kina put Bruce down, and ran into Marcus’ arms.
“Sweetheart! You scared me!” she laughed.
“Well, at least you look happy to see me,” Marcus chuckled, as he nuzzled her neck.
“The roses are beautiful! I’ll go put them in some water,” said Kina.
“Don’t be long,” said Marcus. “The adventure is only moments away.”
Kina’s eyes widened as she promised she’d only be a moment. She felt like a teenager! She continued to hum as she placed the gorgeous roses in a vase and filled it with water.
“Okay, I’m ready!” she exclaimed with delight and a smile.
Marcus held out his arm. Such a gentleman! Kina thought. She was so happy to be his date for the evening.
When they walked out the door, Kina gasped. In front of her house was a classic Bentley with a driver.
“Only the best for you, my love,” said Marcus.
Grinning from ear to ear, they walked toward the car.
“Ah, ah,” said Marcus. “One more thing.”
He pulled a length of silk from his pocket.
“The key is the surprise,” he said as he tied the length of silk around her eyes.
“But Marcus,” she pleaded, “How will I know where we’re going?”
“That’s really the point of this, my dear,” he chuckled.
As he helped her into the car, she thought she would faint from excitement. Her Valentine’s present must be something truly special for him to go to such lengths!
As they pulled out of her driveway, Marcus kissed her neck and whispered “You are incredibly beautiful, my darling.”
“Thank you,” she smiled. “The feeling is mutual.”
They kissed, and she felt his fingers brush her thigh, sliding up her dress to the top of her stockings.
“Mmmmmm, stockings,” he whispered against her mouth as he kissed her softly, then licked her bottom lip and sucked it gently into his mouth.
He pulled her leg over his and touched the tender skin on her thigh that was not covered by lace. Her breathing quickened as his fingers slid up to the satin ribbon that held her teddy laced between her legs.
“A present? For me?” he asked, as Kina laughed and rolled her hips into his hand.
Marcus pressed his fingers gently against her clitoris and began stroking softly as he kissed her. In her already aroused state, she knew it wouldn’t take long for her to cum.
“Oh yes, touch me, just like that,” she breathed into his mouth as she pressed her wet pussy into his fingers. Her clit was throbbing as his strokes became faster, bringing her closer to release.
“Cum for me,” Marcus whispered.
“Oh god, yes! Make me cum, Marcus,” she cried as she bucked her hips against his hand and came, groaning into his mouth.
Kina relaxed, panting onto the plush, leather seats of the Bentley.
“What a nice present,” Kina moaned.
“Oh, my dear, it’s only begun,” laughed Marcus as he pulled the blindfold from her eyes.
Kina blinked to regain her sight. The first thing she saw was the rear-view mirror in the front seat, and the driver’s lustful glance.
“Oh my goodness!” she said as she blushed furiously. “Marcus! I can’t believe you did that in front of someone else!” Kina had a hard time looking back into the mirror, knowing what the handsome driver had just seen.
“No worries, love,” said Marcus. “You’re beautiful when you cum. Isn’t she, Anthony?” he asked the driver.
