Normally when someone thinks of Valentine’s Day, she thinks about flowers, chocolates, and romantic dinner dates. I do not. Because of the wild Valentine’s Day I had last year, I think of naughty photographs, strawberry lube, and stiletto heels.
On the morning of the 14th, I woke up to an erotic phone conversation with my boyfriend. I could tell he only had one thing on his mind that day, and while I loved every minute of the dirty talk, I imagined he might skip the mandatory romance and go right for the sex. I was half right. Continue reading “Entry 4: Wildest Valentine’s Day”
