Confessions of a Victoria's Secret Sex Goddess

One Valentines day an old boyfriend wanted to try something new in our relationship. He wanted to add a little spice by playing a sex game. My imagination soared with images of me dressed in full dominatrix costume using whips and batons on my boyfriend until he was raw.

"I'm not wearing a Dominatrix costume!" I told him in a tight voice.

His eyebrow lifted and a little smile played on his full lips.

"I never thought of that." He answered staring at me. The image of me in dominatrix regalia no doubt, already permanently implanted in his brain.

"You've got to be kidding." I answered. I felt myself starting to get hot and starting to sweat. He disappeared and returned with my Valentines present.

"Happy Valentines day." He said, and he handed me the package. I then breathed a sigh of relief when I looked down at the recognizable soft pink and white stripes decorating the Victoria's Secrets package. I knew that it wasn't a dominatrix costume. Or I hope it wasn't. However, I did know the frilly tiny pieces of silk cloth they pass as lingerie they do sell. A cold chill ran up my spine and my hands tightened around the edges of the package. I didn't realize it, but I was making dents in the box. How was I going to fit into this? I thought. I almost wished it to be a dominatrix costume, at that moment. I once heard it hides a lot. Being all black leather and all.

"Go try it on." He said. His full lips stretched into a thin smile and his hazel eyes sparkled. I relaxed and turned toward the bathroom.

A second later, I exited the bathroom in my new transparent red silk baby doll with black burned out watercolors of hearts and butterflies and smiled. He'd even brought the matching slippers with the fluffy marabou. It hugged my full figure close, making me look at least somewhat decent and it covered more than I thought it would. My boyfriend's eyes widened and he licked his lips. I smiled. I felt incredibly sexy and sensual.

"You look so beautiful," he said. "Come here."

"You really think so?" I asked.

"Yeah," he answered. "Don't you like it?"

"I love all your gifts," I answered. "Only... I tucked my short dark hair behind my ear.

"Only, what?" he said. "It's Valentine's day!" You deserve to be spoiled."

I dropped my eyes, as I felt a warm flush come over my whole body.

He raked his long fingers through his sandy blond hair and his lips curled at the sides into a wide smile. His eyes stared deeply into mine. We had sex before except this was the first time we decided to add some spice and experiment a little.

"Ready?" he whispered.

"Yes." I nodded. I looked straight into his eyes and smiled. The apprehension I was feeling before was starting to slip.

"Get on the bed." He whispered.

I climbed on the large bed and kicked off the blood red mule slippers. I then crawled from the foot of the bed, on my hands and knees, keeping my eyes locked with his until finally settling in place in front of him. I closed my eyes. The last image I saw was of our reflection in my dressing table mirror located at the foot of the bed.

I felt the soft brush of a black silk blindfold being placed gently over my eyes.

His hot hands reached out to massage my bare shoulders and leaned forward to kiss the nape of my neck to try to calm me. I shivered under his hands.
"Mmm," I moaned. Goose pimples pebbled my exposed skin as I felt soft butterfly kisses at the small of my back and then lower. The kisses stopped and I felt his hot breath against my ear once again.

"You remember our safe word if it gets to be too much?" he whispered.

"Popcorn." I whispered and smiled.

"Right." I felt the bed shake underneath me as he moved into first position, right in front of me.

"Ok," he answered.

I heard a crinkling paper sound and I lifted my eyebrow.

"Open your mouth." He whispered.

I opened my mouth and stuck out my long hot tongue to accept the first sample. A thick, smooth, creamy taste melted immediately on my tongue. I recognized the taste immediately.

"Chocolate." I moaned.

"Right," he answered. "But what kind?"

"Milk chocolate."

"Right."

The sound of rustling paper again and then the item was plopped gently onto my tongue. It top felt round with a flat bottom.

"It's chocolate." I answered tasting the sweet and creamy texture of the thing in my mouth.

"Correct," he answered. "And what else?"

I rolled the awkward piece of chocolate around my tongue once and then twice and lifted the top to the roof of my mouth where it broke open. All at once a sweet plump succulent thing, drenched with its own sweet thick syrup then escaped over my lips.

"Chocolate covered cherries." I answered. I licked my lips and moaned in complete ecstasy, enjoying the delicious mouthful.

"Right," he whispered. "Next."

I let the delicious mix of chocolate cherry syrup slide down my throat. I stuck out my tongue again, ready. I felt two small drops fall lightly on my tongue. Sweet and cool at first, the taste quickly changed. Suddenly, a hot burning sensation covered my tongue, and my eyes quickly teared under the blindfold.

"It's burning my tongue!" I screamed. "Popcorn! Popcorn!"

I puckered my mouth and sucked in breaths of cold air waving my hand over my mouth.

I lifted the blindfold from my eyes and blinked at the blurry figure of my boyfriend, running half naked to the bathroom.

"Here drink this," He said climbing back on the bed.

I reached out to take the bathroom cup from his hand and drank the cool water. It didn't work. The scolding sensation turned into a dull burning that was now numbing my tongue.

"Better?"

"Mmph" I gasped.

"What?"

I couldn't talk the heat was turning too intense. I only could shake my head.

"Not better?" he asked now concerned.

I nodded my head.

"Ok, I got something better." He left the room leaving me to fan my mouth again.

"I got milk." He said. In his hand was a tall glass of whole milk. It seemed to glow a pure white inside the dark room.

I immediately grabbed the glass and drank half it down. It felt cool and thick as it cooled the intense heat on my tongue.

"What was that?" I asked. I grabbed a tissue from the blue and white decorative tissue box on my bedside table to wipe my eyes.

He turned and picked up a long clear plastic tube sitting beside him. Inside the tube were sparkling silver particles swimming inside of a thick dark blood red goop. He turned the tube over to read the pink label.

"Love Syrup," he read. "Spark a flame in your partner with the taste of cinnamon and make them wild with passion."

We looked at each other and exploded with laughter.

"Remember never to buy that again." I said.

"Don't worry I won't."

A silence fell between us.

He threw the tube of Love Syrup across the room and turned to stare at me.

"What?" I asked looking deep into his hazel eyes.

"We don't need to use that stuff to make love," he said. "We've been doing good without it so far."

"I agree." I answered and he took me in his arms and slowly lowered me on the bed. We made love all night that night. Three years later we broke up. It was an amicable breakup, no hard goodbyes. I heard he recently got together with an old college girlfriend he met again at the corner Starbucks and I am now happily single. I heard they are engaged now. I'm happy for him, however I can't help but wonder if he ever got the new girlfriend to wear the Dominatrix costume