Valentine’s Day, Kinko Style
In less than an hour, it will be February 14. A day that a lot of people consider lovely and romantic, and that a lot of other people consider to be commercialized and a drag. Some say it’s a woman’s holiday, and men prefer Steak and Blowjob Day. Hmmm. I don’t know — I know a lot of romantic men, including my sweetheart. Lucky me, huh? But for those of us of the kink persuasion, Valentine’s Day isn’t necessarily just about hearts and flowers.
(I have to digress here for a moment, being the obsessively literal person that I am — how the hell is she going to scream that loud if she’s gagged?)
You get my point, though. Don’t get me wrong — I love the traditional Valentine’s Day trappings. I love red dresses, and pretty red hearts decorating everything. But I like red bottoms, too. I love flowers. I love chocolates (well, except for those crappy drug store chocolates that practically scream “Last minute!!”). And Cupid is a cute little guy. But I was happily struck by one of his arrows over 16 years ago; I really don’t need his services anymore. Now, I’d rather be struck by this.
Valentine cards everywhere you look, filled with sweet sentiments and poems. Sure, I love those too. And how could we forget those cute little sugar pellets (AKA candy message hearts), with their own (really) sweet sentiments: “I LUV U.” “BE MINE” “UR CUTE.”
Personally, I’m drawn to this one:
Valentine’s dinners out are fun, but can be hectic. The restaurants are packed and the meals tend to be overpriced. You could, of course, have a nice romantic dinner at home; one of the advantages to that is you can dress down rather than dress up. In other words, we girls can wear our lingerie and forget about putting a dress on over it.
But if you see and hear something like this, you might want to save dinner for later:
Yes, kisses are wonderful; I recommend them wholeheartedly. (WholeHEARTedly, har! Get it?) But the kiss of a leather belt on an upturned backside can be especially heartwarming. Or warming of something. Whatever.
So, for those who complain that Valentine’s Day is too sentimental and mushy, I say nonsense. Mushy? She looks rather firm to me.
And guys, sure, there are women who expect all the roses and the candy and the bling. Which is a shame, because they’re missing the whole point of the day. Sure, I love that stuff, too. But the day really should be a lot more simple than it is.
It’s about love, not stuff. Love, and for those of us of the kink persuasion, a damn good spanking.
And for those who are uncoupled, not to worry! That’s the beauty of spanking; it can be shared among friends, too. And you can split a box of See’s afterward. ♥