Easily the best Valentine's Day of my life. We celebrated on Saturday since I worked all day Friday. We met for an early dinner and then went to our hotel room with a Jacuzzi tub. We exchanged gifts; I got him a nice frame with a picture of us from our recent cruise, a card, and showed him the new flogger I ordered for him with silicone falls that I knew he wanted(unfortunately it has not shipped yet so the picture was the best I could do this day). He got me a card, brush tip pens, a coloring book, a stuffed T-Rex, a babydoll dress, and best of all, 2 beanie babies I'd had in my childhood that I had told him were my favorite as a kid; One is a pink Poodle named Bridgette and the other a German Shepherd named Sarge. In my childhood imagination, these two beanie babies were a couple, lol. And is so funny because I now have a Poodle, and he has German Shepherds. I legitimately cried when I saw them, he remembered what I told him and why they were special to me and made the effort to track them down to get them for me. I know they're just beanie babies, but I don't think anyone has ever gifted me something so thoughtful, they mean so much more to me than just stuffies.
After food and gifts, it was play time. I'd expressed recently that I was interested in more authoritative and degrading play. I tried so hard to stay in character but each time he slapped me I couldn't help but give a big smile; it was ecstacy. He was rougher than usual, and a little more sadistic. Also, and idk if he intended this originally, but fear occurred when he went to cut through the saran wrap he had me mummified in at one point to free my nipples. I was genuinely scared, and tried to fight it knowing I did trust him, but the sensation and seeing the scissors where they were I kept seeing my nipples being cut(even though they weren't). Also experienced e-stim for the first time, which was interesting. Not bad, quite enjoyable at times.
After 3 hours of play, we ran a bubble bath and cuddled and talked in the jacuzzi. Then laid down and watched Stepbrothers as I fell asleep in his arms.
The worst part is always the goodbye the next day. We typically only get to see each other once a week, sometimes more, sometimes less. I woke up Monday with my heart hurting that he wasn't there. One day that will change, but until then, the separation is so hard. I ache for him all the time. We text all day, every day, but that does little to ease the longing. All in good time, I tell myself.