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It is Valentine's Day.....my thoughts are on my girl...and what I will do for her for this day of Lovers! I plan a very special date for us...and will drive to her place.
Since it will be rather chilly and a cause for wearing warm winter clothing...I will dress in tight black jeans, nice dressy black boots...shined to a high sheen....and my black leather jacket....zipped halfway.....as I drive to her place....a sly grin on my face... I imagine the look on her face when she opens the door...a huge bouquet of fresh red roses and baby's breath, a box of her favorite Belgian Dark Chocolate Truffles, and me...knowing when I step inside....she will then get her own special gift....from me...she squeals in delight at my remembering her affliction for dark chocolates and the roses...she says no one has EVER given me fresh red roses before....and she takes them to find a vase to put them into.
When she returns, I have a very special picnic basket I had hidden outside her door, all laid out on the carpet by the fireplace, while she was fussing with the flowers...baked brie, raw nuts, fresh fruits, smoked oysters, and honey wine! The fireplace has a cozy fire going, and soft string music plays in the background. She comes back into the room...and it is THEN she sees me...for the first time...in full view...how I am dressed...esp. for her...she comes up to me...a glint in those smoky eyes....and leans in for my kiss...as she wraps her hands into my hair, and I place mine along the sides of her face...we kiss..that slow, tantalizing, delicious kiss...electricity surges through us both...lips sear one another's...when we are able to break apart..she runs her hands down inside my jacket...to feel I have nothing on under it but ME..her hands find, and caress my chest...feeling the softness of my bare skin...her fingers playfully tease my nipples...her soft lips trails warm, moist kisses across my chest, along side of my neck..and she encases me with both arms...as she murmurs...oh my darling...how strong and muscular you feel...and so taut....the scent of your Diesel cologne incites me, baby....she then pulls her hands out...to hold my ass....massaging each cheek...sending little shivers of that fiery electricity through me....as she pushes herself against me...feeling what is growing inside my jeans...again she closes her eyes and murmurs softly...knowing this "package" is all hers....as time stands still..and the fires inside my body ignite to full burn...and my mind is raptured...she looks up at me..and says...Baby, YOU are the finest Valentine's Day Eye Candy ever..and YOU are all mine....so the lights go dimmer...we lose ourselves into one another...the fires of passion...and enjoy the picnic, the music, and one another..as we open that "eye candy"...one for the other....and the rest is between us. Happy valentine's day, sweetheart!