With a final look in the mirror I decided my lover would be pleasantly surprised and no second guesses on what would be on our agenda that evening. I put on my black leather coat to complete the look.
I headed out to pick him up at the airport with a single red rose. I love giving flowers to guys as they seldom expect it. To me, turning the tables is doing the unexpected.
This was in the time before the serious airport security, so I was able to go through the security check point. The airport security guard smiled as I put the rose on the conveyor and nodded appreciatively confirming I looked as sexy as I hoped.
I hurried to the gate and waited for him to exit the plane.
His eyes widened as he gazed at me head to toe before he leaned in to kiss me. He nipped my lips before delving his tongue into my mouth. My heart sped up and I hugged him close. A month had passed since his last visit and I'd missed him. He stole my breath away.
"Hi," he whispered against my lips.
"Happy Valentine's Day!" I grinned
I grasped his hand and led him toward the baggage pick up. He halted. Nudging me against the wall he said, "So you dressed up so hot, and what did all the other men think as you walked through the airport?"
Heat flooded my face. I think the security guard really noticed me.
He grabbed my hand and we continued onto the baggage area where we picked up his suitcase and went to the car. In the parking garage he opened the car doors and after placing his suitcase in the car, he sat me in the passenger seat and leaned down, pulled aside my red thong and couldn't wait to touch me.
The rest of the night followed accordingly as we celebrated our first Valentine's date together. Hot and spicy and one I'll never forget.
I'd love to hear a story about your best or worst Valentine's date.
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"Oh, Kama, I can't bear it." She flung herself face down onto their bed. "Please, don't desert me. Don't make me go through life without being able to see your handsome face, to talk to you and hear your sweet voice."
She wept. The tears wet the pillow and then the bedding. She couldn't stop crying.
Her head ached and she swallowed hard. Sorrow lay on her heart. She fell into an exhausted sleep.
Dawn reached its golden fingers through the window to dance along her eyelids. She opened her eyes and reached for Kama beside her as she'd done for centuries, but instead of his warm hard body, she found a vacant pillow. The previous day returned in a rush.
Her voice hoarse, she said. "My love. Where are you?"
A faint sound sang above her. "Maya," he whispered.
"Don't forget me."
"Never, my love."
"I'm trying to stay with you." The air shimmered and his glorious face appeared. "It is difficult to stay visible."
"Have you been here all along?"
He nodded. "Don't cry. I've found my way back to you. I went to the gods, but none can see me. No one seems to be able to except you."
He reached a hand toward her cheek. "Wipe your tears, love."
The sparkling champagne tickled her nose when Meg lifted her glass for a drink. "I can't believe we've been together three years."
"So? Do you think you've had enough yet?"
She giggled. "I don't think you're talking about the champagne. No. If you hadn't realized it, I'm completely spellbound, within your control."
His blue eyes pierced her. "Are you?"
A tingle ran straight to her core at his tone. Only he affected her this way. No other man could master her.
She dipped her head in an immediate submissive posture.
"So, finally you remember your training." His murmur sent another jolt through her. She shifted in her chair.