Bedroom Closet

You tease me about my Valentine, you say you want me to have it now. No indication of what. Just your smile, that look in your eyes.

You’ve had me imagining though. I can see you coming home, a little late with a grin. Holding something behind your back you send me to the bedroom. Take off your clothes, lie down, I willingly obey, curious about this smile that hasn’t left your face. Still fully clothed you lay beside me and tell me to close my eyes. You begin with my nipples, sucking each one in, flicking them with your tongue, enjoying getting them hard. Kisses down my body, across chest and belly, ending at the top of my pussy as my closed legs hide it’s soft folds. You tell me you got me a present as you work your way back up, kissing every part, teasing nipples again, licking my neck. What is it I ask, smiling, eyes still closed, taking a breath as you part my legs for some unknown toy…

Or we are out, a nice evening, a good meal, a few drinks. I see you look up and nod. A woman comes over, nice looking, smelling fantastic. Without a word she sits beside me. Again I just see that smile as I look up at you, questioningly, as I feel her hand on my thigh. She turns my head to kiss me, forcing her tongue into my mouth, gently caressing my breast through my dress. Her hands roam my body as I sit there, still slightly confused. She plays with my nipples, bringing them to full attention through the lace bra you had given me earlier. Her hand then moves, sliding between my legs, up my dress to the matching panties that are now wet from excitement. Her finger slips inside me and I melt, kissing back, feeling my own hands wander over her as you call our waiter for the check…

We’ve joked about another gift as well. When I walk in I see your note. Simple instructions; shower, dry off, bedroom, blindfold, wait. My nipples harden, my pussy gets wet as I smile and head to the shower. Candles light the bathroom and fantastic smelling soaps are waiting for me. I take my time, making sure to be smooth, clean, and soft. I dry myself head to toe but am unable to keep my pussy from being wet. Into the bedroom where a simple ensemble is waiting for me, and music is barely in the background. Into the barely there chemise and panties, so transparent they are almost invisible, resting against my skin like fingertips. The blindfold goes on and I lie back, waiting, as requested. Time passes, I hear the door, then my arms are lifted gently, bound to the bed, by two separate pair of hands…

Then again, these could be gifts for any day. You just got me thinking.