It’s Valentine’s Day, and I am snugly sitting on the rug by a bookcase in my favorite bookstore café. I am engrossed in a book by the Persian poet/ Sufi mystic, Rumi. I have decided to pamper myself this year, and have come here for some me time. Suddenly a shapely, toned male leg with brown smooth hairs, and mismatched black and red sports socks and high-topped running shoes, positions itself uncomfortably close to my foot. I look up to see who the owner of such incredibly sexy calves is, and who could possibly be so bold and audacious as to invade my personal space, and I hear, “Discover anything interesting?” "I was just reading a quote, 'Let yourself become living poetry'” I reply. “Oh yes, I do believe that is Rumi,” he answers. I smile nervously and nod. “Oh, pardon me, I have neglected to introduce myself. I’m Kevin.” “Nice to meet you, I’m Michaela,” I reply. Kevin sits down beside me, and I savour his small, 30ish, 155 pound, 5'10" frame, medium length, wavy brown hair, red sweater, beige rolled-up khakis, round glasses perched upon a cute little nose, and small hands with clean, manicured fingernails. He is like a sweet, eclectic concoction of Andrew Garfield and John Cusack. “What are you doing here all alone on Valentine’s Day?” I ask. “Oh, I was hoping to run into someone as delightful as yourself to spend it with,” he responds. Right about now, I am totally mesmerized by his charisma and dazzling smile. "Would you like to come home with me?” he asks nervously. “I think so, that would be very nice,” I whisper seductively. Kevin takes my hand in his, which is warm and trembling, as we walk together. We have arrived at his studio apt. just a few blocks away. “Come on in and make yourself comfortable” he offers. I observe the ceiling strobe lights, and an array of vintage toys. He pours me a glass of wine. I sit on a large, cream, furry rug in the center of his living room, and he begins to feed me chocolate sauce and strawberries. He licks a stray chocolate droplet from the side of my mouth. There is an assortment of eclectic books, a photograph of Andy Warhol, a Harry Potter poster, a rubik’s cube, and a painting of his version of Goddess Venus. We continue to talk about a myriad of subjects for what seems like forever, while he lightly caresses the top of my hand. “Would you do something for me hun?” He retrieves a white lace mini dress from his bedroom. “Would you put this on for me?” Kevin slips off my red latex dress and bra, and dresses me in the dainty white lace dress that just happens to be my size. He takes off both my stilettos. I rub my stockinged feet along his cock, and it hardens as he looks intensely into my eyes and softly moans. He pulls off my black G-strings, peels off a stocking, sucks on my big toe, and kisses my ankles and all the way up my leg. He opens my legs wide and buries his head under my dress and gives me the best oral I have had in like forever. I notice that his glasses are fogging up and take them off. He lubes up one pointed heel of my stiletto shoe and slowly slides it into my pussy and begins to f*ck me gently with it. While I cream my stilettos, I am thinking that I could easily get used to this. Breathing hard, he straddles me and rams his hot tongue down my throat while I cum in loud moans, further drenching the heel of my stiletto. I take his hard cock out of his Joe Boxers, stroking his thick shaft until he squirts his cum into my hand. He asks me to dance, and puts on ‘Pure Imagination,’ Kathleen’s version. Euphorically embraced in each other’s arms, we dance to the surreal, magical music. Kevin carries me to his bedroom, undresses me, and kisses my cheek. We cuddle and before we fall asleep peacefully in a spoon position, he softly whispers, "Happy Valentine's Day, that was awesome hun” as I gaze into his watery brown eyes...