Normally when someone thinks of Valentine’s Day, she thinks about flowers, chocolates, and romantic dinner dates. I do not. Because of the wild Valentine’s Day I had last year, I think of naughty photographs, strawberry lube, and stiletto heels.
On the morning of the 14th, I woke up to an erotic phone conversation with my boyfriend. I could tell he only had one thing on his mind that day, and while I loved every minute of the dirty talk, I imagined he might skip the mandatory romance and go right for the sex. I was half right.
That evening when he showed up at my door, he presented me with a lovely bouquet or red roses and a small container of strawberry lube wrapped up with a pretty red ribbon. I remember not being quite sure what to think, but I found the mix of romance and unapologetic sexuality very arousing.
He took me out for a wonderful Italian dinner and then back to his place to finish the night off. Mere minutes after he closed the door behind us, I was wearing nothing but black stiletto heels while he showed me exactly what that strawberry lube is best used for. After exhausting me with pleasure, he stood back, looked at me, and told me how amazingly beautiful I was with nothing but those stilettos on.
He whipped out his cellphone and started photographing me. I playfully posed all over his bed while he kept shooting. I’m sure he still has those sexy photographs today, although there’s no way he would need them to remember a night as wild as that one.
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