My Valentine

I was rushing into work this morning and bumped into an acquaintance of mine who insisted in stopping for a chat. Conversation rolled around to Valentines day and she said that after 28 years of marriage her husband bought her two dozen red roses. He had quite blatantly got it wrong! This lady has no idea I work with sex toys which was even more amusing considering she told me that for weeks she had been dropping hints that she desired a vibrator. Adamant that she had even given him direction on the type of vibrator she wanted, the blooms when they arrived, were in fact something of a disappointment.      
Often the pressure of Valentine can make a potentially positive event fall flat on its face. The build up, pressure to perform, choosing the right gift, communicating the correct sentiment or longing to make the day or night the best the other person has experienced can lead to anxiety rather than the revelry you had envisaged.
This year I asked my husband for nothing, in fact I made it quite clear that I didn't even want a card.
Why?
If in the morning he leaves the house before I'm awake he leaves me tea in a cup with sugar, spoon and loving note. If he pops out for milk or the papers there are times he comes home with hand tied flowers. If I look tired he makes the effort to take over my tasks and cooks dinner more times to mention. These things are given to me 52 weeks of the year with no pressure or burden and mean more than an annual obligation to proffer some chocolates or over priced flowers. When it comes to sex the build up can often leave the event flatter than your attempt at Delia's Valentine Souffle. Over indulgence can leave you lethargic or reaching for the Rennie's rather than the erotic rub. The best sex I have ever had came from an unexpected spark of lust derived from a kiss, look or sweep of the hand across the thigh.
Tonight I am making some special time with my partner outside of the normal routine but in a relaxed way with a few naughty accessories of my choosing. No big gestures or fantastic display of opulence just an intimate evening that nods its head to the interest we have in pleasing each other. Whatever you are doing tonight remember to relax and Enjoy x