In the past, I had always found this day to be a disappointment in one way or another. The day is too commercial, but there never seems to be anything romantic left in the constant bombardment of things to get the one you love. Perhaps going simple should suffice; maybe this will be a memorable one. Who knows?

I decided it would be simple, a romantic meal for two, home-cooked, and see what follows. Of course, there will be a gift involved, but something from the heart rather than following the herd.

I gathered all the ingredients together for the romantic meal, nothing that required too much faffing around. But it would be tasty and made not bought in. The dessert probably would be.

I settled on a twice-baked cheese soufflé for a starter. Cooked ahead, and then twenty minutes cooking in the evening to finish.

The main would be reasonably simple, a duck ragu with fresh pappardelle (ok, I will have to buy the pappardelle!). Dessert will probably be a mini cheesecake or something similar. I am not a pudding guy.

Anyway, everything was bought and taken round to her flat, preparation was easy, and the souffles were done and cooked by lunchtime. I then put them into the fridge for the evening meal. The duck and main meal ingredients were all prepared as well. This would take the longest to cook, but would be finished quickly if started well ahead of time, before we ate.

Anyway, all preparation done, I placed the prosecco in the fridge, decanted the red wine, and wrapped my present for Sylvie and put it aside for later.

I had done all the preparation while Sylvie had been out in town getting something. She arrived home looking lovely as ever. She could make a bin liner sexy. We sat and chatted in the afternoon and just generally chilled.

At around five pm, I showered, and Sylvie joined me in the shower, but not for lovemaking, just a quick fumble and mutual masturbation, and cleaning. Afterwards, we dressed. I changed into something, not smarter, but a lot better than the jogging bottoms and old shirt I had worn while preparing dinner. With all the preparation done, I did not need to worry about being further covered in food preparation. Although I thought I was looking smarter, I was, as usual, outshone by her.

I turned on the oven to get to the correct temperature, and we both indulged in a glass of prosecco and toasted each other. I started cooking the main dish, and when it was partially cooked, fitted the lid on the frying pan, turned down the gas, and left it to cook for at least an hour. The oven was at the correct temperature, and in went the soufflés to finish.

I returned and sat with Sylvie, kissed her lovingly and long on her lips – she is gorgeous.

We chatted and kissed, sipped our wines, and waited for our starter to finish cooking. I led Sylvie to the table, got her seated and went to dish up our starter. I checked on the main, added some more wine to the dish, then I served the starter to us both.

We ate slowly, chatting and gazing into each other’s eyes. I topped our glasses up, cleared our plates away and went to check on the main and start cooking the pasta.

Within ten minutes, I had plated up the meals and brought them to the table. I served the meal with red wine and put the Prosecco back in the fridge for later.

The meal was a success – rich and full-flavoured but not a huge pile. Enough to satisfy our hunger (but not for each other).

I gave Sylvie my card and present – I had spent ages and a lot of effort (several aborted attempts too) on producing a hand-drawn image of her. I was not happy with the result, but I hoped she would be. My fears evaporated when she stood and wrapped her arms around me and kissed me hard in thanks.

We ate our dessert, and a warm glow was still with me throughout.

I cleared the dishes from the table and proceeded to start washing the meal things up. Sylvie came to help. We chatted and washed and dried the things, then tidied them away.

Sylvie pulled me close to her and hugged me again – my cock was stiffening now, and she ground her body against me. I embraced her hard, and my hands massaged her bum, pulling her closer into me.

Sylvie broke away and reached for my cock through my trousers, rubbing it hard. I moaned in pleasure. Sylvie unbuttoned my trousers, and they fell to the floor. Her hand reached into my underwear and grasped my now hard cock, rubbing it gently – she leaned in again and kissed me hard. My hands traced the outline of her boobs and gently kneaded them.

I unbuttoned her top and reached under the bra to rub her nipples.

We shuffled over to the sofa, and I removed my trousers and shirt and the rest of Sylvie’s clothes. Her cleanly shaved mound was moist and hot, and when my middle finger slipped effortlessly into her wetness, she let out a long moan. I kissed her neck, running my tongue up to her ear, which I bit softly. Her hand reached for me again and started pumping my cock. Another joined my middle finger, and Sylvie started thrusting against them, moaning louder.

She brought her head up to mine and slipped her tongue deep into my mouth.

I removed my fingers and shuffled down and buried my face in her, lapping my tongue at her flowing juices. Flicking my tongue over her swollen clit made her gasp, and another moan escaped her lips. When I inserted my two fingers back inside her hole as I licked and sucked her clit she came. Her juices ran down my fingers to my wrist. I continued licking and sucking her clit, but removed my fingers and let them circle her anus. Slowly, I inserted the first one, then another finger into her arse gently. Another moan escaped her lips, and she pushed against my fingers a little, burying them deeper inside her.

I gently finger fucked her arse and licked and sucked her clit – Sylvie pushed my head closer into her mound and wrapped her lovely legs gently around my neck, moaning, gently at first, then faster as another orgasm pulsed through her.

I removed my fingers slowly, and Sylvie’s legs allowed me to remove my face from her soaking pussy. I sat next to her; we were both naked and breathing hard. Sylvie sat up, looked at me, and kissed me gently on the lips. Sylvie then kissed down my body slowly, kissing my nipples and sucking them. Then down my belly to my crotch, my cock was not as hard as before, but with her hands, tongue, lips, and mouth, she got me harder than ever. After a lot of moaning on my part, Sylvie removed her mouth and replaced it with her pussy. She stood over me and gently lowered herself upon me. She sat on my lap and just moved her hips gently. Her pussy muscles pulsed and gripped my shaft, and we were both loving the feel of each other.

My hands reached and fondled her boobs, pulling gently on her nipples, which were rock hard already. Slowly, Sylvie raised and lowered herself on me, gently at first, lovingly, but her speed increased till she was riding me hard.

Sylvie stopped riding me, stood up and bent over the armchair. I followed her and slowly pushed my cock into her pussy from behind. I built my pace slowly; Sylvie matched my slow thrusts with ones of her own to meet my cock. Our thrusting became faster, as our moans of lust, love and ecstasy grew. We could not hold off our orgasms any longer, and we came together hard. Our legs became weak, and we collapsed half on the chair and on the floor, giggling and holding each other. We rested. We sat back on the sofa together. “More prosecco, darling?” I asked. A weak nod answered me, and I stood and filled our glasses.

This was a good Valentine’s Day.