The Colour Of Love

my-love-is-like-a-red-red-arseIt’s probably fair to say that most people would find the way Chloë and I “celebrate” St. Valentine’s Day as being somewhat unconventional.

That’s not to say that we can’t do the whole “romantic thing”. After all, the meal I’ve prepared is in the oven, the champagne is chilling nicely, the table is set with candles waiting to be lit, and there is the softest goose-down cushion on Chloë’s seat. Preparation, as they say, is everything after all.

Now, while Chloë can be as romantic as anyone else, it’s no big secret that two of her favourite things are my belt and my cock. And with our offspring handily packed of to his grandparents overnight, what better to give her for Valentine’s Day than the two things she most craves and desires?

#WickedWednesdayThe order of the “gifts” is important. If I were to thrash her after she had sucked me, she may possibly take that as a criticism of the blow-job she has just given me. As Chloë said in her previous post, no woman wants to be marked down on her oral skills. So, with that in mind, the correct order is to have her bend over and accept my belt.

The number of lashes has still to be determined. It would be remiss of me if I did not giver her the attention she craves; it needs to hurt, but not too much. This is, after all, a statement of love and adoration, not chastisement.

Once she has endured and enjoyed the stinging kiss of the leather, and her arse is glowing a lovely deep shade of crimson, then as a reward for being such a wonderful submissive, she can savour my cock before sitting down to the meal I’ve prepared for us (remember the cushion).

Afterwards, I will run her a bath, let her soak and relax, pouring wine into her glass as the water soothes her aches and pains. Then I will treat her to a full body massage before fucking her mercilessly like the cock-hungry slut she is.

Red is the colour of love, and who said romance is dead?

Mike

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