Enchanted evening review

My husband has always dominated Valentine's Day, so this year it was my time to shine. After coming back from dinner at my favorite restaurant, I pleaded with my husband to stay downstairs as I got everything ready. I ran up to our bedroom and opened the Enchanted Evening box; it was small but packaged very well. Inside were two small glass champagne flutes, a bag of rose petals, a box of four tea lights, a tube of chocolate body paint, and a tube of edible strawberry warming massage oil.

I pulled our blanket off the bed and scattered the rose petals on the sheets. I quickly pulled off my clothes after arranging the tea lights on the bedside table and ran back downstairs with the flutes in hand. In the kitchen, I washed them quickly then grabbed a bottle of champagne out of the pantry. I bounded back up the stairs, hastening to pop the cork and fill the flutes before I heard his footfalls reach the bedroom door.

He opened our door, and his smile grew wide; I could tell he was surprised. He inspected the candles, flutes filled with champagne, and tubes displayed around the room, deciding right away to make me his canvas.

He painted my body with chocolate. The tube was easier than any bottle or jar we had used in the past; the chocolate came out quickly and evenly. He kissed me after suckling the last drop off of my nipples, and the taste was rich and thick, exactly like Hershey's chocolate syrup.

He turned my body over and did what he does best. I love his massages; I'm a sucker to having his hands on my body. He squirted the tube of warming massage oil on my back; it felt a little sticky, but his hands worked fast. With most oils we've tried, they've been absorbed too quickly, but this particular kind kept his hands slick for a while.

He put his face down against my back and blew, sending warm shivers up my spine. He then moved his mouth to my lower back and licked all the way up to my neck. The feeling of his hot mouth mixed with the warm oil made for something I had never felt before. The smell was intoxicating instead of overpowering; the strawberry oil mixed with the champagne still hanging in the air filled my senses completely.

That night, I experienced not only oil on my naked skin but chocolate, champagne, and candle wax as well. The kit encouraged me to be passionate and gave me the desire to want to take charge, but my husband ruined any and all attempts I made. This was another year that he made me the receiver rather than the giver. I tried as hard as I could to play the vixen, but he made me the damsel, and the kit became his seduction.

I left the rose petals on the floor by the bed; seeing them for the last few days has reminded me of our Valentine's night and makes me want him again. The Enchanted Evening kit took the guesswork out of how to be romantic and came with everything I could have ever wanted. It made this year's Valentine's Day one for the books.