“A diplomat is a man who remembers a lady’s birthday but forgets her age.” – Anonymous
I think I’ve had what might be one of the best birthdays for the past little while.
I woke up early because I had to be into work ridiculously early, and while doing my hair got a text from V wishing me a happy birthday. It made for a nice start to what could pretty much be summed up as a wonderful day. Everything at work balanced itself out and I found the time flying by much faster than normal. Escaping early, I headed home and showered, relaxing around the house before heading out to meet V.
We made plans to go out for sushi, so I met him at his place and we headed off. My good day carried on into dinner, with us having one of the best meals and some of the best conversations. After consuming vast amounts of deliciousness, we headed back to his place and relaxed on the couch. Played with the dog a bit, then cuddled and talked.
Then he kissed me. I don’t mean that he gave me a little peck on the cheek. He leaned over and kissed me. When I broke away and started to withdraw, instead of letting me do so he worked his hands into my hair and dragged my face back to his. He didn’t so much kiss me as try to devour me.
And then I got spankings on the couch.
And sex – lots and lots of delicious birthday sex.
There’s something to be said about a man who goes out of his way to make sure that for that one day you get things how you like them. It’s another thing to have a man who does the things he knows you like, but actually likes them himself. Any traces of worry I might have been carrying around that he wouldn’t be able to adapt to my kink needs has obliterated. The fact that expands on what he knows I like without my asking is great, and I find myself frequently noticing how sore my nipples are the next day at work.
Best present ever.
