For Women Unhappy On Valentine's Day

I'm reading all these tales of woe from wives on Valentine's Day. Hubby bought you the wrong flowers, or got you a card but didn't write in it, or forgot about the day entirely.

You know what? Take some ownership! Take some responsibility for the situation.

I had a dozen red roses delivered to mistress's office first thing this morning. Even though she had a really busy day, she drove to my work at lunch and gave me one of her awesome blowjobs in her minivan. She sucked my dick greedily, as if she were eating her last meal. I didn't have to warn her when she brought me over the edge; she swallowed my semen eagerly. That was the perfect Valentine's Day present for me.

You haven't sucked my dick since my birthday, and even then, you acted like it was a chore. You pulled off the moment I started cumming, depriving me of the best part of a blowjob. Your mouth and your face are apparently too good for your husband's semen.

You want a nice Valentine's Day g*ft from me next year? Then suck my dick the way you used to when we were dating, before I signed on the dotted line to marry you!

And this applies to other women who aren't satisfied with their husbands' efforts on Valentine's Day. If you gave regular and good head, you'd get better Valentine's Day presents.