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.

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