Erotic Valentine's Day
 
Ready for bed, Clarisse sat on the edge of her bed thinking back over her day. It had been the first time in the two and a half years since meeting her granddaughter Mia that her day had not been an eventful one. Well, it had been a very normal day for a queen except for the fact that she had found an anonymous letter between her official daily posts this morning.
 
Holding the letter in her right hand, and with a faintly flushed face, she began reading it again.
 
Dear Queen Clarisse,

You are the most beautiful and beguiling lady in the whole wide world. Your beautiful face enchants me night and day. I cannot get any sleep without dreaming of you and me together. And my dreams of you have been most erotic since we both met.  I can't get hold of a clear thought every time I'm near you, you have set my heart under such an erotic fire.  I love you so very much that it really hurts.

I'll be yours forever
a very love sick
anonymous admirer
 
Putting the letter aside but so that only she would find it, Clarisse thought, 'Mhm, I wonder who could this anonymous admirer be?  The only man I can think of is Joseph. Yes, it has to have been him who has written this, although it doesn't look like his handwriting.'  Oh well, the upcoming Valentine's Day made everyone around the palace lovesick, including herself. How much she longed for Joseph to be with her!
 
Her thoughts went back to the night after the Independence Day Ball when she and Joseph had spent a very erotic night together. She grew hot at the memory.  'Oh Clarisse, stop that. You are the queen of Genovia who doesn't lose her cool. Oh heavens, I can't!  Joseph is the hottest man in the whole wide world. I need him and more than that, I want him. Alright, I have to do something before losing control completely and can't get sleep anymore.'
 
She went to her desk in the living room, wanting to write a letter herself. A half hour later, the letter was done. She began smiling.  Joseph wouldn't recognize that this was from her because she had used a different handwriting. Before going to bed, she hide her love letter in the desk drawer. The next  day she would make sure that Joseph got it.
 
Satisfied, she was now really ready for bed.  She fell asleep immediately after putting her head down on the pillow. After writing that letter, she had thought that she would have a very peaceful slumber, but she had been very mistaken. Her sleep was anything but quiet, her dreams not letting her get the peaceful slumber she needed.
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The next morning she woke up bathed in sweat. The pillow and the blankets had been flung across the bedroom.  "Oh NO!" she cried out. "Please, NO!" Thank God, no one had heard her cry. Immediately she was out of her bed. "I must remove this chaos immediately before Olivia and Priscilla get in here. Who knows what they will think of their queen?" In a hurry, she put the blanket and the pillow back on the bed. Still she felt hot. It was no use, she knew she needed a cold shower so she headed for the bathroom.
 
Looking in the mirror, to her horror she noticed that her face was bright scarlet.  In this state of emotion she couldn't face anyone, particularly not her head of Security. "Oh heavens, Clarisse, what a wild dream. And of all things, the German Secretary of State will be here this morning. Why does Valentine's day do this to me?" she sighed.
 
Removing her pyjamas, she turned on the cold water and stepped in the shower.  The moment the cold water met her hot body she yelled, "AHHHH!" 'BRRR!' She was shivering, but she needed this cooling quite urgently.
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Later that morning, while Clarisse was having her meeting with the Prime Minister and the German Secretary of State, Joseph found the letter.  He had just returned for a short time to his room before going back to his security duties.  He was a bit astonished to see a letter lying on top of his bed. Who would be so bold as to put a message for him in this place?

Taking the letter, he immediately noticed that it was a female's handwriting. He began to read.
 
To the most hottest man in the whole wide world.
 
"WHAT?" he cried, then continued reading.
 
When I'm looking into your eyes I see the fire of very wild passion in them. A woman like me can't get hold of a clear thought if you are near me. I can't even get any sleep without dreaming of you and your hot kisses. 

This wasn't possible, or was it?  Who would dream of him in such a way? The only lady he could think of was Clarisse. Yes, it had to be her although it did not look like her handwriting.  Could it maybe be Charlotte?  NO, NO, that couldn't be!  She wouldn't have been so bold as to enter his bedroom.
 
I want to be together with you in any erotic way. I know you, as the head of security, can arrange it so that no one would suspect a thing. I need you.  I can't live without you anymore.

Being consumed with longing
your passionately anonymous
female admirer

"Oh MY!" he called out. What was this lady thinking of him?
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On the morning  of the following day, Clarisse found another anonymous letter. This time it was stuck onto the mirror in the bathroom of her suite. She knew it hadn't been there the previous evening. Someone had been in her suite last night when she was sleeping deep and firm. She took it and began to read. This time the writer addressed her as,
 
My dearest sweatheart,

The next time when we both are alone together and undisturbed, I will undress you in a hurry. And then, when you are standing completely naked before me, I'll take your two wonderful  creamy breasts in my hands and knead them like ripe melons until you can't stand it anymore.

"Oh NO!"  Clarisse felt hot again. What was this writer thinking of her?  A name shot through her head again. 'JOSEPH'! He was the only one who know her so well. Or ... could it have been Shades who had written this?  Shaking her head, she thought 'NO, no, that can't be.  Shades wouldn't be so bold as to enter his queen's suite in the middle of the night when she was sleeping deep and firm ... or would he?'  Clarisse shuddered. She continued reading.
 
Then I'll  take one of your hardened nipples in my mouth and suck at it. And your moaning will give me the satisfaction that you like it very much.

I have to stop for now because someone interrupted me while writing this.

Till later
Your very hot
anonymous admirer
 
She dropped the letter. "Oh my God! I don't know what I will do if I find more of these amorous anonymous love letters."
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In the evening of the same day, Joseph, for his part, found another anonymous love letter, too. This time it was also stuck on the mirror in his bathroom. He knew it hadn't been there this morning.  He took it.  "This lady is a very feisty one to get in my room when I'm not in.”  One name shoot through his head again. 'CLARISSE'!  But it also could be Charlotte because he remembered her smug smile yesterday. He shuddered and began to read.  This time he was addressed as,

Dearest very hot Head of Security,

While writing this, I wish you were here with me right this moment.  I want to undress you. First I would remove your shirt, then I would kiss  your bare chest.  And while do this, I will continue by removing your trousers, finally pulling down your boxers from your magnificent muscular body. How much I will enjoy the sight of your completely naked body, particularly your.....!

Oh damn, I have to stop here because someone's coming into my room.

With great longings
Your very hot admirer

"Oh HELL, how will this end, Joseph?"  He wondered if he would receive more of these amorous letters right up to Valentine's Day.
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The following days were purest torture for the queen. It was unbelievably difficult for Clarisse to concentrate on her official duties, particularly if Joseph was near. Always, when she looked in his direction, she had a vision before her mental eyes of him standing completely naked there.  In addition, she had received three more anonymous letters which had not been of the same erotic nature as the first two.  This allowed the assumption that there was more than one anonymous writer.
 
Joseph, for his part, was the cool person he seemed, but he too had a vision before his mind every time he faced his queen. Clarisse, standing completely naked there.  And he, for his part, had gotten three more anonymous letters as well which weren't erotic in nature.
 
Two days before Valentine's Day, Clarisse found another amorous letter and this time it was hidden between her underwear.  This man decidedly was going too far now. She knew only one man who would dare to do something like that.  JOSEPH!  He was the only one who knew how to reach the bedchamber of the queen without being seen by somebody.  Clarisse began to read.

My very hot mare,

I'm continuing with my writing where I left off in my last letter to you. Now I going to travel along the rest of your body with my tongue until I reach your.... 
Damn, damn, someone is interrupting me again while writing this.

Yours with impatience waiting
Hot Bull

Clarisse couldn't stand it any more, and she burst into a terrible fit of laughter.  Charlotte, who had just entered the royal suite to inform Clarisse the Prime Minister had arrived, was really shocked to found her majesty laughing so hard.  Quickly recovering from the shock, Charlotte knew she had to cancel the meeting with Motaz.  In this mood, the queen could not face the Prime Minister under any circumstances.  Charlotte left again to cancel all the queen’s appointments for today.
 
At the same time, Joseph found another hot letter too.

My wild stallion,

Now I am going to kiss every part of your masculine body. And then I want to go on.....
Damn, once again. Have to stop again in the middle of my wild imagination.

Your impatient
hungry hot lover

Now was Joseph sure these hot letters could only be from his queen. He wondered whether Clarisse would admit it directly to his face or not.
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Valentine's Day
 
In the very early morning, Clarisse opened her eyes and saw Joseph standing beside her bed. "Joseph, what under the heavens are you doing here in my bedroom?"
 
Without answering, Joseph  lifted the queen up in his arms, together with the blanket.

"JOSEPH, stop that. Please, put me down." she pleaded, but it was no use.  He would not let her go. "What has come over you?"
 
Smugly he answered. "It's Valentine's Day, my queen, and I going to kidnap you."
 
"You WHAT?" she cried, disbelieving, because she thought she had heard wrong.
 
"You heard right, my dear. I am going to kidnap you."
 
"Joseph!" she yelled again while he was carrying her through a secret passage out of the suite to the outside where the limousine was waiting for them. The door to the passenger seat was already open. Putting Clarisse down on the seat, he fastened the seat belt so she couldn't escape. Closing the door, he went to the driver’s side where he took his place in the driver’s seat and started the car.
 
Clarisse was much too annoyed to say a further word. And she was freezing. The drive took three quarters of an hour before they finally reached their ultimate goal. Joseph began to explain. "Clarisse, my dear, I had to kidnap you because I wanted to be alone with you. And I have Valentine's present here for you." Reaching in his pocket, he pulled out a small box and gave it to her. “And now, I hope you're not angry with me anymore. Happy Valentine's Day, my dear. And welcome to my vacation home."
 
Clarisse tried to smile but it was difficult for her.  Being only dressed in her pyjamas with the blankets around her body, she was freezing. She took the small box.  When she opened it, she was taken aback.  Inside was a wonderful little heart of gold with a beautiful ruby in the middle. "Oh dear Joseph, that's so beautiful. Thanks so much.  I want to kiss you, but..."  She had to forgive him for kidnapping her.
 
"Sorry, Clarisse. I’ll get you into the warmth immediately."  Quickly he was out the limousine and at the passenger's door. Opening it, he lifted her up in his arms again and carried her to the cave. Two minutes later, they were inside.
 
"Joseph, I...." she began.
 
"Clarisse, you don't need to say a word."  He wasn't going give the opportunity for an explanation.  There was no need or was there?
 
What had to come, happened.  They shared first a sweet kiss then the passion took over. In a hurry, both were undressed and on the bed. Joseph kissed her first gently behind her left ear.  He then began kneading her breasts like he had described in his second letter. Clarisse moaned. She was more than ready for him. He continued by licking one hardened nipple, his right hand over her wet center. "Oh my God,  Joseph.  More, please!" she called.
 
"My dear queen, I will give you as much as you desire."  Once more he sealed his mouth over hers and kissed her with wild desire which she returned with the fire of her own.  They broke apart and Clarisse moaned very loudly again as Joseph sucked at one hardened nipple.

She managed to say, feeling how close she was to her climax, "Happy Valentine's Day, my dear knight.”

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