Monday, February 25, 2013
Preview: Pleasure Heals All-a Randy Orton visual for Valentine's Day
(Inspired by a real life event) I was in heartbreak mode, but this heartbreak was bigger. I had just lost my mom last month and I had been grieving ever since. I know it wasn’t my fault that my mom was sick with flu-like symptoms, I just didn’t know how seriously sick she was when I found her on the bed of her bedroom in our house. I called 911 when I couldn’t wake her up one night. I had talked to paramedics as they took her to hospital, one of them even suggested that I stay somewhere like a close relative’s house. I stayed at my grandma’s house that night and then I found out that my mom had died at the hospital. While I was at my grandma’s house, I didn’t want to eat or talk to anyone coming up to see me, but I had to since I was sick with a sore throat. I had to eat, rest, take medicine, and talk to friends and relatives; all while funeral arrangements were being made. I had cried my eyes out to the point they were very red. I was not only physically sick but also homesick. I even talked to my friends because I didn’t want to shut anyone out during my time of grief. I didn’t even want to go to the viewing or even the funeral; because it was bad enough I had to find her unconscious in her bedroom while at home. I read books and write stories just to get away from all the sadness and grief. Shoot, I even imagined getting away and block out a lot of things. Everyone came back from the funeral and my grandma even gave me my mother’s flag, being that she served in the military. The day after my mother’s funeral, I placed the house back together and even made sure to leave the TV and light on in my mother’s bedroom. I have gotten used to living in the house by myself, aside from family members checking up on me especially my grandma who lives in a house behind ours. I even returned to work the following weekend, my bosses and co-workers consoled me, telling me to be strong and everything. My boss even told me if I ever needed time off, all I have to do is ask. One day I stopped by the nearby pharmacy, I had a moment where I wanted to get a lot of chocolate since Valentine’s Day was coming up. I had to pace myself after all that I’ve been through and just gotten a few pieces. After that weekend, I took my mind off missing my mother by cooking, baking, writing stories, reading books, watching movies (even some porn), and talking to relatives. One day, my cell phone rang. I answered it and Randy was on the other line. “I’m so sorry for your loss. How are you feeling now?” He asked me. “Emotionally, I’m a little better. A hundred percent physically better since my sore throat is gone.” I replied. “So what are doing this Valentine’s Day?” Randy asked. “I’m just gonna read some romance novels, eat chocolate, watch some romantic movies, etc.” I said to him. “Would you like to spend Valentine’s Day weekend with me? I just don’t want you to be all alone on that day. Plus, it’s been a while since me and you got together.” Randy said to me. “I could use a little romantic getaway. Since Valentine’s Day is coming, I could bring some massage oils, bath products, perfume, romantic music, sexy lingerie, condoms, and lubricants.” I replied to him. “Great, I’ll book us a romantic hotel suite and I’ll come by your house Wednesday night to pick you up.” Randy said to me. “I can’t wait! See you on Wednesday.” I said as I hang up my cell phone. A romantic Valentine’s Day getaway was just what I needed to take my mind off everything. So on the Monday before Valentine’s Day, I took out my red duffle bag and gathered my things. I packed three boxes of condoms, a pack of intimate wipes (for before and after intimate encounters), my sexiest lingerie, jewelry, jeans, sexy tops and dresses, shoes, and my bath stuff. I even put my bottles of massage oil, lubricants, and bath oil in a plastic zip-up bag, so nothing would spill on to my clothes. I then stopped by the pharmacy and grocery store brought plenty of chocolate (both premium and affordable). I wanted to make sure I have at the house and some for the road. I even packed some sexy romantic music and candles (both massage and scented) to set the mood right. I also bought a few sexy swimsuits online and had them rush delivered in case the place Randy takes me has a jacuzzi/hot tub, which I hope is clean. I then emailed my employers to ask for time off and got it. I packed up everything including hair and beauty products, toiletries, etc. in my suitcase. I also packed my passport in my purse, in case the place is somewhere outside the country. Wednesday morning, Randy arrived, picked me up in his car, and we drove off to our destination. “Where are we going for our Valentine’s Day weekend getaway?” I asked him. “It’s a surprise.” Randy said as he kissed my cheek. We drove for what seems like a long time, as in 8 or 9 hours. I then looked outside the car window to see where we’re going and then we finally arrived at this hotel. We got out of the car and looked at this gorgeous beach. “This is so beautiful!” I happily exclaimed. “Welcome to Miami Beach, baby.” Randy said as he smiled at me. “OMG! This is so amazing!” I replied. We then went to the hotel we’re staying, the Alexander All-Suite Ocean Front Resort. As soon as we checked in and Randy paid, we went into our suite that had an amazing view of the beach and the ocean. “The beach view is very lovely.” I said as I looked out the window. “I agree.” Randy said as he looked at me. I turned around and Randy softly kissed me on the lips. “Would you like to play around on the beach with me while it’s still daylight?” “Oooh, I’d love that! I even bought a swimsuit or two just for such an occasion.” I replied with a smile. “I can’t wait to see you in a swimsuit.” Randy said to me as I got out a swimsuit from my bag, went into the bathroom, and changed into my swimsuit. A few minutes later, I came out of the bathroom wearing one of my new swimsuits. The swimsuit I wore was a shimmering teal snakeprint monokini with a scrunched bottom. I gathered my sunblock, beach towel, and sunscreen in my beach bag. “You look so gorgeous.” Randy said as he looked at every inch of my body with his eyes. “You look pretty hot yourself.” I said as I looked at him with his dark green board shorts and dark blue baseball cap, which made him even hotter with ripped, fit body of his. “I’m ready for the beach!” I happily exclaimed. Randy and I went downstairs and headed for the beach. We found a spot and laid the beach towel down on the sand; Randy even rubbed sunscreen on my back, arms, neck, shoulders, thighs, feet, and my legs. I even covered my lips with SPF 15 lip balm. Then, I rubbed sunscreen on his strong, tattoo-sleeved arms, his ripped eight-pack abs, up and down his back muscles, and those fit thighs of his. We then played with each other in the water, splashed around, and made out as the waves crashed against our bodies. I also collected sea shells as I walked along the shore. I got myself aroused as I looked at Randy with his body dripping with sweat and ocean water like a sexy, half-naked Poseidon. I blushed when Randy said that I looked like a beach goddess in my swimsuit. We made out some more as the ocean breeze and water waves caressed our bodies; we were all over each other like that Chris Isaak video “Wicked Game” where he made out with and touched the gorgeous female model on the beach. With our bodies and swimwear covered in sand, sweat, water, and sun, Randy and I were ready for a shower, even though it was the middle of the day. We went back to our hotel suite and I washed my swimsuit with a swimsuit cleaner. I then took a hot, soapy shower and wrapped a plush white towel around my curvy body. I took out my underwear and clothes as Randy went into the bathroom to take his shower. Once I got dressed, I watched him as he took a shower, rubbing Obsession For Men body wash all over that fit, ripped body and letting the warm water drip down his body. I left the bathroom so he would shower in private. I went into the living room, relaxed on the sofa, and watched TV. Once Randy got out of the shower and the bathroom, he went into the bedroom and got dressed in his t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. “I’m going to work out for a while, why don’t go out and check out Miami for a few hours? Later tonight, we can meet up for dinner.” Randy said to me. “Sounds great, I might even get myself some spa time and get myself ready our dinner date tonight.” I replied as I got up from the sofa and got my purse. As soon as Randy went to the hotel’s fitness center, I went out, took a taxi, and went on a shopping spree in Mary Brickwell Village (Downtown Miami), CocoWalk (Coconut Grove), Village of Merrick Park (Coral Gables), Bayside Marketplace, Dadeland Mall, Dolphin Mall, and Aventura Mall. Thank goodness for AMEX traveler’s checks and cash. Miami has all kinds of therapy that I so desperately needed: retail therapy, spa therapy, food therapy, beach therapy, sun therapy, aqua therapy, club therapy, and later tonight sex therapy with Randy at our hotel suite. I even treated myself to lunch at the Hard Rock Café at Bayside Marketplace. After a day of shopping, I went back to the hotel and treated myself to a day at the spa and salon. At the spa, I had a Miami Mojito Massage (an exclusive spa treatment inspired the cocktail) and an Organic Fusion Facial. Then at five o’clock, I went to the salon and got myself a mani/pedi, a shampoo, deep conditioning mask, scalp massage and a blow dry. As I paid and left the salon, I got a text message from Randy, telling that he made reservations at Gotham Steakhouse at the Fontainebleau here in Miami Beach and he’ll pick me up at the front of the hotel at eight o’clock. Since I got some time before my dinner date, I sprayed some perfume on my body, let it dry, and got myself dressed.