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Archive name: valent01.txt (MF, bd, rom, cons)
Authors name: Suki (suki@fish.com)
Story title : Valentines Day Story
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Copyright Suki@fish.com 1993 Please don't remove the
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Valentines Day Story (MF, bd, rom, cons)
by Suki (suki@fish.com)
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Well, here goes, my first diary entry post. Generally my
stories are about other people. No one real, just
someone else. This one is about me. It was my Valentines
Day gift to and from my SO.
It didn't start off too romantically. He was going to
come over around 7:00pm. We didn't bother making any
restaurant reservations because it just didn't seem
worth it. Instead, a quiet night at home, with
candlelight, wine, and cheese fondue.
I took a hot shower, and generally pampered myself while
getting ready. Powder, lotion, the works. I decided to
wear silk, a matching blue shirt and skirt. I like them
because they are loose and long, and silk of course.
Love that texture. I also had one surprise for my lover,
a new teddy that had come in the mail today. I generally
don't like Fredric's of Hollywood, but their latest
catalog had a new teddy in it that I just had to try. It
was tight black spandex, cut high up the sides, with a
thick g-string of spandex up the back.
The bodice was shaped, and attached to spaghetti straps
over the shoulders. And there were a couple of extra
straps attaching the sides. What made this one special
was that the sides attached to two large metal rings,
and all of the rest of the straps attached to a large
ring in the middle of the back.
The teddy looked great, and added a pleasant feeling of
being tight enough to be noticeable. The bottom was
probably the tightest, cutting deeply up against my clit
and backside. I had just finished admiring myself and
the new teddy, and putting the silk over it when the
phone rang. I looked at the clock, it was 6:30.
"Hello?" I answered.
"I locked myself out." How romantic. Yes, he actually
managed to lock himself out of his house on the night of
Valentines, not to mention one of the biggest storms
that California has seen in 5 years. Anyway, I went over
and let him in, (yes, I have his key, no we don't live
together) and then went back to my house to make the
cheese fondue. He followed me over shortly after that.
It's funny, as I reflect on my feelings on the way over
to his house. it was not anger, but rather disbelief
that I was feeling. I wondered on the way over if he was
planning some surprise and just claiming that he had
locked himself out. Just wishful thinking I guess.
So we lit some candles on the kitchen table and finished
making the fondue. Meanwhile he opened a bottle of wine
and I diced up apples, turkey ham, and some really
incredible rosemary garlic bread, for dipping.
When the fondue was done, I transferred it to a fondue
pot, and brought it to the table. Everything else was
already on the table, so I sat down, noticing that he
was hovering over my chair. Gently, he pulled my wrist
back behind my chair and tied them together with a piece
of rope.
I was wet with anticipation long before he pulled out
the rope. I had been fantasizing about having a night
like this for a long time. He was making my fantasy
reality.
Let me interrupt there and explain to you something. My
lover is very vanilla, and generally we don't play too
much. But this had been on both of our minds for a
couple of nights. So much so that we knew this would be
a play night. For this EXACT reason, I had left out some
nice soft silk scarves that I didn't mind using. And I
had told him as much. We tried that rope he was using
one time and I found it to be uncomfortable and tight.
He knew that. He chose to use it anyway.
Anyway, back to dinner. He had decided to feed me dinner
and carefully dipped the fondue fork into bread and then
cheese. He did everything randomly, sometimes going for
bread, sometimes ham or apple. I couldn't tell through
the entire dinner when he was serving a piece for me and
when he was going to eat it himself. Also, he gets three
points for not spilling a drop of cheese on my clothing.
He teased me as he fed me, moving my teddy aside to
insert a finger into me. I think he does have a little
bit of a sadistic streak in him, because he got the most
pleasure out of making me wiggle around in my chair, on
the edge, breath coming in pants, eyes closed, and
trying to chew and swallow something he had just put in
my mouth. Do you know how hard it is to chew and swallow
when you are on the verge of orgasm?!?! Very!
Somewhere in the middle of dinner he started to unbutton
my blouse. Earlier in the kitchen he had been teasing
me, and had already pulled up my skirt enough to see
that I was wearing something new. So now I had my skirt
slid up to the tops of my thighs, a my shirt opened and
unbuttoned completely. He partially slid the skirt off
my shoulders. Except for having my hands tied behind my
back, I felt like one of the summer models from Macy's.
He still hadn't seen the rings. He continued feeding me
dinner, and then got up and started fishing around in
the kitchen.
"What are you looking for?" I asked.
"You'll know when I find it." Was the only answer he
gave me. In my mind I quickly went over all sorts of
possibilities that he could come up with.
I figured he was looking for a spatula or kitchen spoon,
or chocolate syrup. It was kind of disappointing when I
saw what he was after.
He finally came up with a straw, and placed it in my
wine. I smiled at him and then made a silly comment
about a story that came cross ASB that did the same
thing. His face fell. He really did think that the straw
idea was original.
After dinner we retreated to the bedroom. Well, he
guided me. He basically took hold of the rope holding my
arms together and pushed me in front of him into the
room. In the room he removed the rest of the silk
clothes and saw the rings for the first time. He made a
comment about them, I don't remember what it was off
hand, but it was complimentary.
At this point I was facing away from him, rubbing up
against him from the back. I heard a faint jingling and
though maybe he had brought his handcuffs, which I also
don't favor. No safety on the wrists. No, he had undone
his belt, and removed it from his waist.
I noticed that belt when he first walked in the door,
but didn't put any significance on it. I just thought it
was strange. He usually wears those dark polished black
leather belts. This one was softer, unpolished, made of
tan leather. Now I knew why he had brought it.
He held my wrists, twisting them up so that I was about
two feet away from him and began to hit my backside with
it. Hard. Mind you, I've never been hit with anything
harder that his hand, let alone a doubled over leather
strap. It hurt!
He used it over and over, randomly striking different
places, until the sting had me doing almost a dance
around the floor. I have never been tempted to call
safeword. I came pretty darn close. Just chicken, I
guess. Before I needed to say anything, he stopped. My
entire body was warm by the time he stopped, and my buns
were radiating heat. I think he could have done almost
anything with me at that point and I would have
willingly done it.
Still gripping my wrists he forced me down to my knees
and unbuttoned his jeans. Don't make me describe it in
detail folks, I'm not good at that. Suffice it to say
that I enjoy going down on him and take pride in my
work.
We only stayed this way for a short time, and then he
stopped so that he could remove the rest of his
clothing. I took the liberty to escape onto the bed,
watching him to make sure he didn't have any objections.
After he had removed all of my clothing he joined me on
the bed, first taking up a couple of longer pieces of
rope. Now it is always a little difficult tying me down
as that I have a double bed with mattresses right on the
floor. There is no place to tie anyone too.
He started at my feet and looped the rope under the
mattress. Well that explained why he wanted the rope so
long. After he had it placed under the mattress he
looped one loop around each ankle and tied them together
in the middle. In this way, I could move my ankles
around carefully back and forth, without getting rope
burns, or being able to get free. For vanilla, he's
pretty good at this. Then he did the same thing with my
wrists, sort of.
He tied a ring around the bed with the rope, and then
secured my wrists to it to two different places with the
scarves. *Whew* I though he was never going to use them.
His final piece de la resistance was a blindfold. Oh, I
also forgot to mention he removed the teddy before doing
this.
The rest of the evening was spent nicely. I will not go
into intimate detail, but I will tell you that he came
twice and I lost track of how many times I did. When it
was over, I was immobile and both of us were very
sweaty. Our final act of the evening was to locate the
cheesecake that was awaiting us in the refrigerator.
Yum.
Well? I really would like to know what you thought of
this piece as that it is a serious deviation from my
usual style. Drop me a comment.
Note: A side note, we discovered the teddy is tight
enough to leave vibrating toys in AND be able to walk
around without it falling out. I'm thinking about
leaving it on under clothing to work one of these days.
I'm the only female in a dept. of all men. Think they'd
notice?
Note 2: I always hated it when I saw a story that the
heroine _mewed_. Women do not mew! Cats mew. Babies mew.
Women do not make animal sounds. Well, *sigh* I think
I'm wrong. Because the only way I can describe the
sounds I was making by the end of our session was a
high-pitched yip. Like the sounds like a puppy makes
when they want your attention. It was a definite yip.
How embarrassing.
Hope everyone else had a good valentines day.
-Suki
OK, so maybe women do mew...
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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.
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