Ellie

I?d always hated Valentine?s Day. VD is a fitting abbreviation. It?s a disease created by big business to make money off of love. Legal prostitution, baby, so suck it. Maisie was fond of telling me it?s because I?m single and bitter about it. Maisie was right, not that I?ll ever admit it to her. That was all before I met Ellie.Ellie. Deep blue eyes that you could drown in. Golden hair that felt like silk when I ran my fingers through it. She blushed so beautifully when I told her that her pert little tits were perfect and nothing to be embarrassed about. Just as she was perfect. The perfect girlfriend. She wasn?t just pretty, either. She was clever. Much cleverer than me and prone to witty remarks that had me in stitches even in the most inappropriate places. During ?I do?s? at Wes and Dawn?s wedding. Or during Aunt Jane?s funeral. Maisie said it was nice to see me smile so much. It felt nice, too.So, here it was. Our first Valentine?s Day as a couple. Yes, I hated Valentine?s Day with a passion but Ellie didn?t. She didn?t say anything. Just left little hints like drawing a pair of hearts on the calendar. Mentioning that she?d always like lavender roses better than red ones. Buying me a coat and tie just in case I wanted to go out somewhere nice. Less than subtle hints. And I didn?t want to disappoint. She had become too precious to me so I began to make plans and tried not to be too obvious, but I could see her eyes light up and twinkle when I?d ask her questions that gave away my intentions. What was her favorite restaurant? Abrazo. She was especially fond of the charred octopus. What was her favorite song? Fell on Black Days by Soundgarden. I listened to gaziantep ucuz escort it online and had to rephrase my question. Romantic song.?Hmm,? she mused, looking thoughtful, trying her best to hide a delighted smile from me. ?Only You. The Pretty Reckless.?I looked that up too. Ellie was a little strange sometimes. A little out of step with everyone else. It was just another thing I liked about her. It was something we had in common. She liked dark things. Horror movies. Heavy metal music. Books about serial killers. Things like that. The funny thing is, you?d never know it to look at her. She looked a little like a fairy and wore lots of colorful clothes. She even had a rainbow tattoo with the inscription ?Believe in Magic?. She said it was a reminder.?Just in case,? she laughed when I?d asked her. We were laying in bed. It wasn?t the first time that we?d made love. Just the first time I?d asked. She was so radiant. The memory is seared into my brain. Laying on faded blue sheets on my twin-sized bed, spooning. I?d traced each colored stripe with my finger, making her shiver with delight. And then I?d traced each letter.?You don?t really believe in magic, do you?? I?d asked.?Of course I do. Don?t you??I snorted dismissively at which she shook her head, her smile vacillating between joy and sadness for a brief moment before sighing.?What do you call this???This???Us. You. Me. Making love??I?d shrugged thoughtfully.?Nice.??Very nice,? she murmured, lifting my hand up to her mouth and kissing my fingertips. ?It?s magical.??I guess.?She just shook her head. ?One day you?ll see.?Later, when I told gaziantep ucuz escort bayan Maisie about it, she just smirked and called me dense. For once I didn?t disagree.So I decided to make Valentine?s Day special. Not for me. Not because she expected me too. Just because I knew it would make her happy. Maybe I could even make it ?magical?. I made reservations at Abrazo?s after wincing over the menu prices. I even ordered a dozen long-stemmed lavender roses. Apparently they were somewhat rare. And expensive. I found trousers that matched the suit and tie she?d bought me and dug out my good shoes. The ones I only wore for special occasions. And I made a mix on my iPod. Yes, I still owned one. Only You. Fell on Black Days. And a few other songs I know she liked, doing my best to keep the theme romantic. I even bought a card. Hallmark.?What about chocolates?? Maisie had asked.?I ordered flowers.??You know nothing.?I ended up buying her chocolates in a heart-shaped box. Thinking she might get a kick out of it I crossed out ?chocolate? and scrawled ?angel hair and baby?s breath? on the lid with a black sharpie.?Cute,? Maisie had commented then left it at that.I picked her up promptly at 6. I had a thing for being on time. Bouquet of roses in one hand, a box of chocolates in the other. She squealed. It was cute. I watched as she found a vase and fussed with the flowers until they were, to her eyes, perfectly displayed. She was magnificent. Her dress matched the roses, clinging to her like a second skin. Seductive and playful. I knew that, unless I made some serious missteps, we?d be making ucuz gaziantep escort love before the night was done.?I have to do my make-up still. Won?t be but a minute,? she said when I glanced at my watch. It had been my father?s. I?m not usually sentimental. It was one of the few exceptions. **?You already look perfect,? I told her, meaning every word.She kissed me and laughed, her eyes sparkling, cheeks blushing.?You are so sweet.?It wasn?t a minute. It was 15. I hid my impatience well, I think.We made it on time. Barely. Dinner was nice. Worth every dollar, not because the food was so good, but because I could tell it meant a lot to her. We had wine. Just enough to make us both a little giddy and, of course, dessert. Then she surprised me.?Can we go back to your place???I guess. I wasn?t expecting? I thought. It?s not???I don?t care what it?s not.? She leaned over and whispered in my ear. ?I don?t want to make love tonight. I want to be dirty.?I blinked, nodding, my imagination going wild. I should mention that she liked to write. Just for fun. A lot of poetry or songs that she?d play to me on a guitar she?d bought in a pawn shop. Like everything else about her, they were always a little off-kilter with names like Cloud Cuckoo Land or Bubble Monkeys. *?I write stories, too,? she?d told me.?I?d like to read them sometime.??Maybe. They?re kind of? dirty.??Then I?d really like to read them,? I?d told her.?Maybe,? she?d repeated shyly.One day I?d happened to glance at her laptop while she had one of her half-written stories open. I hadn?t meant to snoop but my curiosity got the best of me.Surrender. That was the title. And it was? *kinky. Not what I?d expected. BDSM. I wasn?t shocked as much as I was intrigued. While Ellie delighted in making love it was never? ?weird?. *I didn?t think about it too much, but every once in a while when we were cuddling in my too-small bed I?d wondered if she wanted me to be? ?weird? with her. I probably should have asked but for some reason I couldn?t bring myself to. I didn?t want to ruin the moment.