Valentines Day 3

After the play, Greg and I went shopping for dinner. We had already agreed to avoid the restaurant scene for the night and just have a romantic dinner at his place. So while we were out we picked up some raw oysters, shrimp, artichoke hearts, angel hair pasta, sauce (DELICIOUS), crackers, and four different types of cheeses (from this incredible fromagerie). We also grabbed two pieces of delicious chocolate pie from a milk bar near his apartment.

I remember thinking it may not be enough, and even voiced my concerns. BOY WAS I WRONG!
We got home and put the groceries away before hitting the sheets. Or more accurately, him hitting my bum hehe. Sex with Greg usually is not too kinky, but fiercely passionate and erotic. He did, however, make the mistake of deciding that we would not be cumming. Fair warning to Doms: be careful of how much you tease a boy;-). You’ll find out why later.

We then put on some sweat pants and comfy clothes, and started our three-hour meal. First Greg prepared the Oysters and we put on a movie (he insisted I see 6 Degrees of Separation). We ate the oysters raw with champagne, and they were rather enjoyable. The champagne complimented them perfectly, and as always, I was enjoying being introduced to something new by a Sir I was so fond of.

We relaxed and watched the movie a bit before I brought out the cheese and crackers. We had two sheep cheeses, one goat, and one cow. The only name I can remember is pecorino de foglio or something of that nature. This was also the best of the four. We switched to white wine to better compliment the cheese, and snacked on the second course for probably another twenty mins or so.

We decided to take a break from the cheese for the pasta. Greg cooked and seasoned the shrimp and mixed them in with the pasta sauce and artichoke hearts. We ate out of a huge bowl that we shared for another twenty mins. What was so amazing about the entire meal was the speed at which we ate. We ate slowly, savoring every mouthful and enjoying the contrast the wine created.

Eventually we brought the cheese back out and would switch back and forth between bites of cheese and pasta. We feasted this way for another thirty, slowing down because we were both getting stuffed.

This is when we brought out the pies. Both were incredible, and we enjoyed feeding each other bites. For the chocolate, we had some desert wine (which Greg knows I am quite partial too, in addition to how well it complimented the food).

The movie ended, and I was stuffed. I mean, really. We had been eating the most indulgent meal I had ever had for several hours. This is where Greg got payback for teasing me earlier. I was so stuffed that I literally had absolutely nothing to offer any sort of sexual exchange. I was in the food coma to end all food comas.

I told him straight up the only thing I was capable of was melting into his couch. And that, gentlemen, is exactly what I did. Greg was a little pouty, and I did feel bad about my inability to give him what he wanted. But it was his fault for feeding me! Haha

Sure enough I ended up falling asleep on his sofa while he smoked and listened to music. Unfortunately, this was just a nap. Because when he started playing some jarring show tunes I was woken up (rather rudely haha), and then was wide-awake. Sure enough, this is when Greg wanted to go to bed.

So we cuddled a bit before he drifted off. Once he started snoring, I got up, curled up on the couch, and watched some Naruto till I got tired. I crawled back into bed, kissed the man I have become so enamored with, whispered a quiet thank you for everything he had done for me, and shortly fell asleep.

It was a really amazing Valentines Day, but I think we both learned a valuable lesson about how much to feed me if we want to fool around later.