"Finally, it�s all done!" I cry out into the empty house. I stand up and smile as I admire the payoff of my of my hard work, I have done quite well if I do say so myself. While making a few touch ups here and there, I hear a car door slam outside and grin as I realize it must be you.

      As if to prove this, the front door opens and then slams shut loudly. The sound of keys being tossed onto a hard surface seems to echo forever, or is it just my mounting excitement?

      My mind drifts for a moment of hours earlier, when I received a call from you while you were at work. You regretfully told me that you would have to take a rain check on our Valentine�s Day night out, you�re working late once again.You know how hard I have planned this evening for us. Dinner, dancing, the works. While you are apologizing over and over, I try to console you in my cheeriest voice possible when all I could feel was dissapointment. After we exchanged goodbyes and hung up, I sighed loudly. A few moments later a smile broke across my face as I realized something: If you couldn�t have a night out, then we�ll have one in. I leapt up off the couch and set into action my plan to throw you a Valentine�s Day party you would never forget.

      And now, at last, you are home! To make sure of this I peek out of the bedroom door and get a glimpse of you on the first floor. I�m really going to have to remember to tell you just how sexy you are when you're tired. You take off your grey over coat to reveals a white, cotton blouse underneath it. Your high, grey skirt reveals white, cotton panties. As you let your hair down, I have to restrain myself from leaping out of my hiding spot, rushing downstairs and making love to you right where you stand.

      The removed clothing is thrown on the table with the keys and just before you turn away and all my plans go out the window, something catches your eye. You push over the removed skirt and pick up an envelope with your name on it.

      Before you open it, you look around for any signs of me and call out my name in puzzlement. After waiting for a reply and receiving none, you tear open the envelope. A note and a blindfold fall out. You pick up the blindfold with a shocked and amused look on your face. In the other hand you hold the note, it reads:

Dearest Darling, Happy Valentine�s Day my love. I decided that since you couldn�t put things on hold for Valentines day, that Valentine�s Day would put things on hold and wait for you. We�re waiting upstairs for you, Valentine�s Day and I that is. I�m sure you know the place, just as you know what the blindfold is for. Yours, now and forever, Your Lover

      I listen and watch as you giggle and start for the stairs. You take the stairs in twos and I dart back inside before you can spot me. Your footsteps pause outside the door, where you put on the blindfold. I await impatiently inside and reminese on all the beautiful, passionate and pleasurable memories made in this room... as well as the one currently at hand.

      You slowly push open the door and enter with your arms in front of you, searching for any obstacle that you may bump into. As you call out my name once again, this time with a touch of helplessness, I gently take your hand and lead you through the room. You question the different sensations of the room: "What is that fragrance?" "What am I stepping on?" I smile greater with each question but do not reply. Finally I stop you, turn you around and tell you to sit. You do so and I remove the blindfold.

      You gasp and throw your hands up to your face, in the cute way only you seem to be able to do, in shock at the appearance of the room.

      Soft candle light falls over the entire room, washing everything with an otherwordly glow. Our canopy bed has been covered with red stain sheets, but is it the amount of your favorite flower that has you so enthralled. Roses, and many of them, are everywhere. A trail of petals lead from the door to the bed, stemmed roses hang from the walls and the ceiling, and it is hard to tell where the roses end and the sheets begin.

      After your initial shock, you fall backwards into the bed of roses. You toss, turn and raise handfuls of the soft, red petals to your soft, beautiful skin. Roses become stuck in your long hair and many of the petals fall over your breasts. You turn and look at me seductively and I can restrain myself no longer, I leap on the bed with you.

      I crawl onto the bed and walk to you on my knees. You throw your head back as I begin kissing and nibling you neck and work down your body to your ample breasts. I rip open your blouse and you laugh loudly as the buttons fly everywhere. You playfully push me away and I chase you from one end of the bed to the other.

      I finally wrestle you onto your back, both of us giggling and I take your breath away as I kiss you pationatly. You caress my face and whipser, "Make love to me now," and I readily agree.

      After a few more long, breathless kisses, I gently lift you and remove your panties as you kick off your shoes. I look at you, your delicate, smooth skin and those frisky, michevous eyes and I realize that I do believe in angels.

      I pull my shirt off and you sit up and rub your hands over the large bulge in my pants. I stiffen and moan at your sweet and delicate touch. I call feel the neediness of those hands as they push my own away and undo my pants themselves.

      I moan again as you begin to stroke my erect organ and I can tell that you take pleasure in this sence of control over me as you start to continue with a smirk on your face. You want me to loose control.

      With a last stroke, my moan turns a growl and I push you onto your back. You smile as you fall into the roses and I caress your cheek. As I place myself into you, you wrap a leg around me and pull on me as you lift yourself up, trying to take all of me you can. Roses scatter everywhere as we rise and fall on the soft satin sheets. You wrap your hands in the sheets and moan loudly as we continue our rhythm. Each time I try to go deeper and deeper.

      I am a bit surprised as you roll us over, sit up and take control. You raise yourself slowly, just far enough to not break our connection and then quickly lower yourself back onto me, keeping it off rhythm.

      I reach up and hold your breasts, the hot flesh feels so good and I sit up to nibble on your erect nipples. You moan loudly with pleasure and start up a fast rhythm. I pull on your tight backside as you come down, pushing myself deeper.

      We both feel it and realize I�m about to erupt. Our rhythm becomes faster and faster and my head is swimming. The intoxicating smell of the roses seems to wrap around us and the room spins as I finally erupt.

      You throw your head back and I cradle you until the massive orgasm has passed and we both fall back onto the bed together. You fall asleep before the rose petals have settled back onto the bed.

      I caress your face and whisper, "Happy Valentine�s Day baby." My last thought before I drift off is: "Why can�t Valentine�s Day be every day?"

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