Valentine's Day. The most depressing day of the year. The day that many people think they need to express their love for someone, though love should be expressed 365 days a year. A day proven that cheaters cheat more and divorce rates sky rocket as the outcome. The one single day that judges a whole relationship. Why is it we think we need this little naked winged baby to shoot poison aphrodisiac arrows at us to ignite the flames of our hearts? Who needed any of that crap? All I needed was one night or two a week of pure, unattached sex. I was married twice over and divorced just the same. There would not be a third time to see if it's a charm. Who needed the stress that came with a man? Not me, that's for sure. I decided long ago that I was perfectly happy without the baggage of a problem-filled marriage or kids holding me down.
I laid in bed with my laptop spread across my legs as I logged in the Lonely Hearts Club, the website that I had joined some weeks before. I wasn't lonely, but I figured there were at least some good looking saps who could keep me company some nights when I wasn't doing anything. I'd been talking to Derek, since the first day I signed up to the virtual world and we really hit it off. I was new to this whole online dating thing and cyber space was a scary place with all the weirdos and pervs that preyed on individuals such as myself. I had a good feeling about this one, but who was I to trust that? I'd done it with both of my exes. Still, Derek was nothing but a total gentleman and soon after we'd e-mailed and instant messaged back and forth, we began video chatting. Soon, he was the only person I talked too on the site and not too long after that, I began spicing it up a bit and would get a little too comfortable at my laptop. I would subtly and nonchalantly chat with him in nothing but my laciest undergarments, and pretty soon he started doing the same. Derek would sit in front of his web cam shirtless and I would try not to gawk at his perfectly chiseled abs. This particular night, our innocent chatting and friendly flirting took a turn for something found on a porn site.
Watching his facial expressions as he pleasured himself over the camera left me insane, and I anticipated having the real thing, not this cyber sex garbage. I wanted to use my hands, my mouth, my body on this man, and I wanted to feel all of him his on me, as well as in me. The thought of having him in the flesh aroused me almost to the point of another orgasm.
Derek and I finally arranged our first face-to-face meeting. He made reservations at a very posh restaurant/lounge that recently opened downtown from where I lived. Three days later, he showed up on my doorstep with the stereotypical Valentine's Day gifts of flowers and a red heart-shaped box of chocolates. How cliche. He may as well showed up with nothing on but a set of wings and a fake bow and arrow from the costume shop. Still, I couldn't resist; he was a beautiful specimen of man, even better looking now that he was standing in front of me, so I could let it slide. I could tell by the look on Derek's face that he was pleased with my in-person appearance as well and upon my re-inspection of Derek, my eyes caught onto the tightening at the front of his pants. I was thinking maybe we should skip the date. I pulled him through the doorway by his powder blue tie and his lips, like a magnet, found mine.
