My previous experiences with gifts for the man in my life have been mixed. I have juxtaposed the gift of a large scuba-diving torch, shining light on a much-loved sport, with the gift of a plant threatening to darken our relationship as he asks “what the hell do I do with that?”
He has outmanoeuvred me with chocolates and champagne and a trip to Paris with a diamond ring!
So this year I actually ask him what he would like. His reply? “Something you would like.”
So I gift this evening to my Valentine.
I set the mood and show him who’s in control tonight. This is his gift. All I need from him is his undivided attention. I will not share. Not even with an iPhone.
I wear my beautifully sculptured Robert Cavalli black crepe dress, emblazoned with metallic snakeskin patterns across the front. My feet are caged in Jimmy Choo’s black strappy sandals. I feel ready to break free and hunt.
But I’ll let him eat first.
A Menu to feed the Body and Soulmate
Manhattan cocktails with maraschino cherries. The shape of the glass and the redness of the liquid is evocative. I slip my piece of fruit into his mouth during the first kiss of our ‘date’. We go light on the alcohol.
Baked honey fig with toasted almonds and vanilla cream. The opened fig creates an erotic vision to wet the appetite for the evening. Almonds contribute to the production of dopamine in the brain; this is the ‘reward’ chemical enabling us not only to see the reward but to take action to move towards it. So I move a little closer and we have a few extra almonds on the side to nibble on.The flavour of vanilla is derived from the orchid; what’s not to love about that sensual erotic plant whose name comes from the Greek word for testicles? The scent of the vanilla is known to help men relax and lose their inhibitions with the added bonus of containing calcium and phosphorous which can increase libido and make him last longer – all very useful for later in our evening.
We don’t want to over indulge or, dread the thought, feel tired! So I keep it light and healthy.
A good cut of lean fillet steak comes complete with magnesium to beef up his testosterone. And it’s a great source of L-arginine which increases blood flow. Also useful for later on. (If you’re looking to begin or extend the size of your family, you may prefer salmon. This contains selenium among other things, which helps to keep those sperm swimmingly on the move.)
I serve an accompaniment of Mediterranean vegetables: roasted sweet potato, courgettes, aubergine, red onion and tomatoes. Difficult to imagine all that soft food can help him to stay hard for longer.
Now I turn the heat up with servings of cool fruit and warm liquids. Pieces of watermelon, pineapple, strawberries. Contrasting colours and flavours dipped in melted chocolate, mulled wine or hot toddies. We start to feed each other, leisurely savouring the taste, enjoying each other’s pleasure. The dark chocolate contains phenylethylamine, otherwise known as the love drug. I am assured by scientific research that this will enhance our mood. I feed him one more chocolate-coated strawberry, happy to overdose him in ‘good mood’ chemicals.
So the mind is relaxed and the body is primed. Time to take it to the bedroom.I light candles of jasmine and vanilla. I turn on some music – a little of Rhianna’s ‘Skin’ and a bit of Judy Tzuke’s ‘Stay with me till dawn’. My sexy playlist will linger in the background; I will still be able to hear his moans and gasps.
I slowly undress him as we sway to the music. I turn my back to him and he accepts my invitation to unzip my dress. He reveals me. I am left standing in only my Aneliya black thong adorned with chunky black rings; my gift to me from a certain provocative agent. The heat of the moment is almost enough to create a mirage of captivity as his eyes quench his thirst for a moment. I tell him to lie face down on the bed and to clasp his hands behind him. I straddle his back, and bind his hands together with his tie. It is tight and will rub if he tries to pull. His hands are held fast.His back arches as he seeks contact with my skin. His hands move up to feel me, but I slide off the bed. I place my cheek against his and whisper in my sexiest voice “Turn over and cross your ankles.”
He rolls onto his back and I gaze at him. He is hard. He is distracted by my naked back as I face away from him and bind his ankles together with my stockings. My movements are slow and tantalizing.
I tell him to let his knees fall to his sides. I admire the view and cherish this power to arouse him as much as he is arousing me.
I mount his body, facing him, and slowly, holding his hair in my hand and leaning forward, I rub my breasts firmly over his mouth, letting him lick me and nibble my sensitive nipples. I shimmy forward, my legs pushing lightly against his neck, and press my thong-covered sweet spot onto his mouth. He pulls at the delicate French Leavers lace with his teeth, trying to get his tongue around the fabric to taste me. I have never teased him in this way before, and I think he’s in ecstasy. He pulls at the tie around his wrists; he’ll feel a burning sensation, enough to stimulate him further. I lift myself up with a smile that betrays my desire to have him.
I stand at the side of the bed looking down at him as I lower the thong and step out of it. I can sense a lustful hunger in his eyes as I place a finger in my vagina before licking it seductively. Our eyes do not break contact. Then I climb back on to the bed and lower myself onto him again. This time I face away from him. He will feel my lips brush over the tip of his penis, followed by the wetness and warmth of my mouth as I slowly consume him. I move my head up and down and I know he is desperate to come. But I stop and sit up on him.
“Baby, I need…” His words are shaky and he begins to move his knees together.
He obeys my command. I turn slightly, placing one palm over his mouth; he attempts to devour my fingers as he sucks and licks. With my other hand I take hold of his penis. I work him slowly, insistently, replacing my hand with my mouth. Up and down, up and down, circling with my tongue, teasing him to ecstasy. I cup his balls, stroke his perineum and drive him wild. Then I lift my head. “Now, let me taste you.” His semen shoots into my mouth; his eyes shut tight; his gasps reveal the rapture of his orgasm. Steadily his breathing settles. I untie him and rub his ankles. He grabs me, squeezing me to him and kissing me passionately. I think he has enjoyed his gift. Within minutes, his fingers ensure I share orgasmic joy with him.
Happy Valentines Day ♥︎