next bed post is feb 19th.

valentine's day surprise (new edit).

"Hmm... What could it be?" I tease my hubby, Mark, winking as I open his Valentine's gift.

I deliberately peel the wrapping paper back, revealing something in a pink box. 

"Ooooo," I remark curiously, though I know what's inside. If he knows me at all, the present most definitely is a delicious treat of some kind. I LOVE sweets.  We both do; that's the problem. They don't last long in our household. We've been known to walk in on the other finishing the last bite of a pastry, whether we initially intended on sharing it or not. My Valentine's present to him, still beside us on the made bed, in a pristinely wrapped heart shaped box, is a selection of homemade truffles. I slaved making these, and having been so completely restrained while making the already too small batch, my mouth waters just thinking about the sitting beside me. The smell of one hundred percent cocoa, and the way it delicately dusted my hands during preparation. I hope he lets me have one. Or two. Or, maybe he got me something even better. 

But, when I open the rest of his gift to me, I realize that it's not chocolates or candy at all. I have to squint to read the label, not exactly realizing what it is yet, only seeing two pink strips of padded, soft material with plastic rings, and Velcro on each end.  
"Love Cuffs," I read aloud. "Wow, baby. Are these what I think they are?"
"Yeah! They're supposed to be the more practical, comfortable version of handcuffs. Sexy handcuffs."
"Mmm, thanks baby," I say, leaning forward for a kiss.
"Happy Valentine's," he says, sweetly, kissing me back. "Maybe we could..."
"Try them out?" I finish, kissing him again, and smiling. He only has to hear me rip open the pink box in my lap, to laugh at my enthusiasm. My excited giggling turns into a moan, as our kissing mouths soften and open, touching tongues. My hands go to his hair, holding his face against mine, while his wander from my tits, down to in between my legs. I lift my torso off the bed momentarily to remove my sweater, and he seizes the moment to remove his t-shirt as well, pulling it over his head, revealing his familiar toned chest and mid drift. I feel his hands search for the cuffs, but I teasingly keep them away from him. I have something different, and a little devilish, in mind.   

I roll him over, so that I'm straddling his waist. I kiss him as a diversion, while I place the soft cuffs around his wrists. I feel his mouth smile as we kiss, and I can't help but giggle at my mischievousness. I find the bed post, and affix the plastic ring to it. I kiss him deeply, his hands bound above him by the cuffs, then slowly move down his body. I lightly suck on his neck, lick his nipples, teasingly kiss down his muscular stomach, as he arches his back into me, straining against the restraints. I pull the elastic waist of his boxer briefs down so that I can lick his hip bones, and he lifts his butt so that I can remove the underwear completely. But, I don't.   

I saucily raise my finger for him to wait a minute, and retrieve the heart shaped box containing the truffles. He strains to see what sexy thing I'm up to, but he's helpless in the cuffs. He watches me untie the carefully set bow, and reveal the powdered, dark treats within. His eyes light up, anxious for me to feed him the ecstasy that is my homemade truffles. Instead, I lick my lips, and slowly place one on my tongue. I close my lips around it, and my cheeks are filled with the creamy, earthy flavour. I take a second truffle from the box, taunting him with the delectable treat first, then parting my lips again to welcome it, closing my eyes this time to truly savour the perfect balance of bitter and sweet. I not-so-sexily pop a third in my mouth; then a fourth, to his final inquisition. 

"What are you doing?" 

"I'm eating these," I confess, with my mouth full. 

"What?" He laughs. "Are you serious?" 

"Yes. They're so good." 

"Really?!! You're just going to leave me like this?" 

 I'll pay him back next time. Besides, he looks really cute in those cuffs.