My forward feeling self was determined to stay in a positive frame of mind. I thought about the upcoming Valentine’s Day and what might happen with my sweetheart. I had no illusion of anything taking place on the day itself since it was on a Tuesday which was always an impossible day for Luna. I also knew that I couldn’t leave anything of a romantic nature at her house because then she would have to think of how to explain it to the intelligent and curious children.
I decided that presents would have to stay at my house and I would send photos of the surprises throughout the day on Valentine’s. A helium balloon that said, “I love you,” was a no brainer and easily obtained. A bouquet of red roses didn’t require any thinking at all and I would take photos of them in all the places where we had had sex in my house. That would be entertaining for both of us and rekindle sexual feelings between us and perhaps some reminiscent smiles, maybe even some exciting masturbating or sexting. More importantly, they might lead Luna to return to the Reiki tree house sooner.
Luna and I had discussed the domme position she had played with the male sub she had enjoyed a few years previously. I sensed that she wouldn’t have minded reversing those roles with me. Her enjoyment of rough treatment at sex parties demonstrated that she had an interest in pushing her limits. So, I decided that I would go to the local hardware store and find some appropriate white rope that I could use on her at some point in time. I knew that they had reels of different ropes since they were not far from the marina.
My trip to the hardware store was most successful. There was a 3/8ths inch thick white nylon rope that would work perfectly. It had a soft and supple texture that might even feel good against bare female flesh. I had to think for a moment about the correct length and decided on 30 feet as enough for a woman who was only 5’3” tall. I wondered if the handsome masculine salesman who cut the rope for me would have enjoyed using it on Luna himself. I had done business with him in the hardware store many times and found him most appealing but totally straight. He was middle 30s with a sexy head of dirty blond hair and a muscular body under his masculine hardware guy outfit. There was everything to like about this married man including his friendly smile when it broadened across a very tanned face. His wife was a lucky woman.
When I went to the dollar store to get the balloon, I also obtained heart stickers and a spool of broad red ribbon. There were plenty of cards from which to choose and that took the most time. I wanted a card that spoke my heart but wasn’t sappy or trite. Way too many cards fit into those two categories and in the end, I opted for a blank card that had just a big red heart on the cover. Enclosed in the pink envelope it would speak the words that I would put inside, but unfortunately, Luna wouldn’t get anything on Valentine’s Day itself.
There was one additional item which I purchased online from a site that sold sex toys. It was a HUGE dildo that was 12 inches long and thicker than any man could possibly be. I knew that just the image of the tremendous cock would make her eyes large with excitement and maybe generate some concern about pain. The dildo was Caucasian flesh color with a mushroom head and lots of enlarged veins along the length. Luna might even orgasm just thinking about how that would take up more than all of the space inside her. The only thing that might have made it more appealing was if it came in black.
I decided that the best background for the general photo was my bed where we had spent so much of our time together. I used the red ribbon to make a large bow on the coiled up white rope. I wouldn’t need to tell her what that was for. I decided that the dildo could speak for itself, but I did place one rose along its side and used the head of the dildo as a weight to hold the helium balloon in place over the bed. It was a meaningful and light hearted display. I hoped that she would take it the same way.
I placed the roses into a red vase and took pictures in front of the wood burning stove, the comfortable chair in the living room, the bottom of the stairway to the bedrooms, the kitchen table, the massage room and, of course, the bedroom. That gave me many options throughout Valentine’s Day to get Luna distracted from work and school. I could have added photos of the sofa and also the shower, but the sofa seemed redundant to the comfy chair and I couldn’t get a photo of roses in the shower that didn’t look stupid or inappropriate.
I decided to get the flowers the day before so that I would avoid the crush of men doing the same thing. That way on Valentine’s morning I had everything in the house and could send the first general picture by 10 AM. I was happy with how everything looked on the bed and sent the first picture along with a text which said, “Happy Valentine’s. I love you.” An hour later her response arrived. “OMG. You are so sweet. Thank you.” The second text asked, “Is the rope for me or you???” I thought for a moment before responding “Both,” along with a picture of the roses in front of the wood burning stove. That would generate some thinking.
“Oh, they’re lovely!” and a little while later she added, “That dildo looks REALLY big!” I affirmed the size estimation and added, “Can’t wait to fit ALL of it inside you.” When I sent the photo of the flowers on the stairs she responded, “I loved it when you took me from behind on the stairs. Soooo hotttttt!!!!” After I sent the final picture of the flowers next to my bed, she responded, “I wish I could be there and enjoy all of these things with you. Hope I can be there in a few days.”
We were both always hopeful, but in the end, reality was what drove the times that we could be together. All of the parts of Luna’s life seemed to become more intense all at once. Her school work and time in the hospital required more attention and one of the children was having a challenging time in school with the other kids. And, as if the husband knew when to pile on, he was requiring she to be back in court to demonstrate his lapses in payments. He was such a bastard!
The one place where Luna received unconditional support was the one place for which she had no time remaining. I was frustrated with only being able to text which didn’t seem to carry much emotional capacity but it was all that was open to me. I did my best to be a good listener and to offer supportive statements but I felt lacking and perhaps she felt me lacking as well. I was too afraid to ask and I didn’t feel that I could trust my own senses anymore. My feelings for Luna were increasingly complicated and mixed. Were hers getting as complicated as well?
Time passed slowly and no date was appearing on my calendar for time with Luna. I hadn’t been without sex this long in years and it was increasing my need to be naked with her. The restaurant visit had been a tease and Valentine’s was behind me with no option in site. Each day the roses became less pleasant and after a week I needed to get rid of them because they reminded me of her absence. They no longer provided the joy that they had on day one. Anger and depression crept into my daily feelings and I had to work hard to keep them at bay. It was difficult for the cold ocean to warm and nurture my general happiness. I was certain that my friends were noticing and becoming concerned. There didn’t seem to be a good way forward without my need for Luna being met.