"Order is the shape upon which beauty depends." Pearl Buck

It's been a week since I last looked at this blog, for two reasons; partly because I've been so busy but mainly because of some of the comments and emails I've been receiving from people who think they know what they are talking about, but have never even met me or Miss. You are, of course, entitled to your opinion, and are free even to judge me, but it is not only wrong but unacceptable to judge Miss. She is a tender, sensitive, intelligent and beautiful woman who has given me so much and taught me so much, especially within the last two months.

However I received a lovely and thoughtful message today from Anna (thank you again, Anna) which inspired me to let you know how we have been.

Of course it was St Valentines Day last Tuesday. I had intented to take Miss out to an expensive restaurant called Rosies, but Chris had already asked her out for the evening. However we agreed that we would have our Valentines Day on Wednesday - as Miss pointed out this would be even more special, because everyone else celebrated theirs on the 14th, whilst we would be the only two to celebrate on the 15th.

Miss was obviously excited about spending their St Valentines night together and left work early to get ready (she does take a year to get ready, even though she is so beautiful to start with!!!)
He'd sent her red roses to our house, which had been taken in by our neighbour. I thought we'd agreed roses were tacky, especially on Valentines day, but it appears Chris can do know wrong so she got me to put them in a glass vase next to the TV.

She had decieded to wear the short black satin dress she had worn for him before so I ironed it gently whilst she was in the shower ( it gets creased pretty easily). I helped her into her black satin basque, doing up the 12 hooks at the back, she then sat on the bed and I rolled the stockings up her soft, smooth and gorgeous legs, so she could clip them to the suspenders. In this position I had her pussy inches from my face. She usually keeps it neatly trimmed, but she had shaven herself totally clean as a Valentine suprise for Chris.
"Would you like to kiss my pussy?" she asked me gently.
"Yes Miss," I answered, almost whispering.
I leaned forward and couldn't believe she let me kiss her in her most intimate place. I must be one of the luckiest men alive. I later thought perhaps I should have done more, but it just doesn't seem to be right or something I would do now, and would certainly be disrespectful, not only to Miss, but to Chris too.
She giggled when she asked if not wearing any knickers whould be sexy or just slutty. I assured her it was most definetly sexy.
I wanted to watch her do her hair and make-up, not just because I could watch her for hours but so I could learn more, but I suppose she felt a bit self-concious at me gawping at her every move, so I was sent to watch TV after I'd zipped up the back of her dress.
I looked at the card that had come with the flowers, which says "To My Darling Kirstin...the most beautiful woman in all Christendom...All My Love, Chris xxx"
I couldn't help but think he may be a "stallion" in bed but he's hardly one of the worlds poets.
When the taxi arrived to pick her up she looked absolutely stunning. To be honest I think I was almost as excited as her, especially knowing that there was only two men in the world who would know what she had on underneath, and what she didn't have on underneath, her dress! Even though I was dressed as a girl I carried her overnight back out to the taxi for her and we had a little hug as I told her to have a great night.

We had a lovely Valentines Night together the following evening. We both dressed up, with me in a little black shift dress we had got, and both felt and looked pretty sexy.
Chris had again marked her neck a couple of times the previous evening. To be honest I don't really like it at all, and wish he wouldn't, but didn't mention anything because it would spoil our evening. It's also really nothing to do with me, but can't help feeling it's partly a message to me (or that may just be my ego).

After a three-course meal (mussels, salmon and then chocolate gateaux) which Miss adored, we gave each other our love tokens. I'd bought her a platinum and diamond necklace which I helped her put on, but I couldn't believe it when I unwrapped a beautiful black corset. It took us a while to work out how the lacing went up the back (you'd think they would do that for you) especially when the instructions were in German, but with some adjusting we got there in the end. Perhaps eating a large meal first wasn't such a good idea, and even with the lacing got spaced out I could hardly breath. Another tip is to put your stockings on first, because there was no way I could reach down, but Miss thankfully put them on for me.
It did feel good when she put her hands around my waist and gave me a long hug, telling me I looked fantastic. We went into the bedroom and I looked in the mirror to see my waste alot smaller than normal. It is quite uncomfortable but does look incredible. Even with the laces adjusted it is still quite tricky to get into, if I lay on the bed I can just about pull the steel clasps over the hooks.
We then spent the eveing watching the film "The Talented Mr. Ripley", and both agreed that Jude Law is far sexier than Matt Damon. I even admitted I thought he was "gorgeous" which made Miss laugh and me blush. I don't know what it is about him, but he does look too good to touch, but it may just be this film. I knew his name but had never seen any of his films before. Miss joked she knew what to get me for my birthday.

Chris had to go up to Manchester for the weekend, although he did call Miss on all three nights. She said she wished she'd gone with him, which I suppose I understand, but I am glad she didn't; three nights is alot different to one. So I had her to myself for the whole weekend. She had intended to go out with Catherine but it was rained off.

He's back today so she's going out with him, Catherine and Tony. This may sound funny but it doesn't really make me feel jealous at all now, just a bit lonely. Chris sounds a nice guy and they do have a great time together so why should I be jealous? She'll always come back to me.

All is good in the world. It's not the way I would have chosen things to develop between us, but we did give the "traditional" way a good go for over two years, and we are closer than ever now. No, all is good in the world. I just feel sorry for those people who have no one, and no-one to spend Valentines Day with, whichever day you choose!!!

I also notice Photobucket have deleted my photo from my profile, but I suppose it was already out-of-date anyway. Watch this space.