Valentine's Day: Don't Ask Her What She Wants- Give Her What She Craves

Give Her What She Really Wants (And It's Not a Goddamn Bouquet, Boys)

Boys, let me make this easy for you. If you're sitting there thinking, "What should I do for Valentine's Day?" You're already losing. A real man doesn't ask where she wants to go. He plans, decides, and dominates.

This isn't just about impressing her. It's about making her feel something. Making her remember you. Making sure that every other Valentine's Day after this one feels like a disappointment because no one has ever gone as far as you did.

Listen up, gentlemen. Valentine's Day is not the time for some half-assed, last-minute grocery store bouquet and a mediocre dinner reservation. Flowers are cute, sure- if you're making up for something (guilt) or decorating a funeral. But if you really want to make her moan, shiver, and remember this day every time she so much as looks at you?

You need to stop thinking in clichés and start thinking filthy.

She doesn't just want to be "spoiled." She wants to be worshipped, wrecked, and utterly owned. She wants to be drenched in attention, in luxury, in the kind of sinful pleasure that leaves her ruined for any man who even tries after you.

So here's the playbook for making this Valentine's Day one she'll never forget.

Step 1: The Gift That Says 'I Want You. Every. Damn. Inch of You!’

Forget generic jewelry. Ditch the teddy bears. If you really want to light her up, it starts with how she smells. That perfume she's been lusting after? Buy it. But don't just hand it to her in a bag. Unbox it yourself. Slide the bottle out, mist it onto her pulse points-her neck, her wrists, the curve of her thigh. Then bury your face against her skin and tell her how fucking intoxicating she smells.

Let her feel how much you want her before you've even touched her.

And don't stop there. Pair it with something filthy.

• Remote-control vibrating panties. Slip them on her before dinner, and keep the power in your pocket. She'll be sitting across from you, trying to keep her composure, while you're smirking over your whiskey, deciding if she gets to concentrate on her meal or if she will come right there at the table.

• Lingerie you picked out for her. Nothing basic. Think sheer mesh, harness straps, or something so sinful that it belongs behind locked doors. Lay it on the bed with a note: Wear this for me tonight. And nothing else.

• A blindfold and silk restraints. Because later, you're going to take away her sight, pin her wrists above her head, and make her wait-aching, dripping-for whatever you decide to do next.

Step 2: Dress Her Like a Sin, Undress Her Like a Reward

Lingerie isn't just fabric. It's a declaration. And Valentine's Day is the perfect excuse to make her feel like the sex goddess she is.

Skip the basic lace and go for something bolder —a body harness that leaves nothing to the imagination, crotchless lace, sheer mesh so thin it's practically indecent. Something you don't just admire but can rip off with your teeth.

Better yet? Pick it out for her. Lay it on the bed before your night begins, a silk blindfold resting on top. Tell her exactly what she's wearing underneath that little black dress- and exactly what's going to happen to her once it comes off.

Oh, and don't forget heels. Not because they make her look sexy, but because they make her feel like she owns the room. And you? You're just the lucky bastard who gets to worship at her feet.

Step 3: The Dinner That's Actually Foreplay

You don't ask her where she wants to go. You don't run options by her like you're polling a group chat. You plan the whole damn night.

• Make a reservation somewhere upscale, somewhere dimly lit, somewhere that makes her feel like the most desired woman in the room.

• Don't tell her where you're going. Just say, “Be ready. Wear heels.”

• When she asks, Where are we going?-just smirk and say, “You'll see.” Then make it a fucking performance.

• Let her walk in first—watch men turn their heads, jealous as hell that she's with you.

• Pull her chair out. Let your hand linger on her lower back long enough to send a message.

• Whisper in her ear between courses. Tell her exactly what you'll do to her when you get back to the hotel. Keep her squirming. Keep her mind far away from the food.

And then- when she's drunk on wine, on you, on the scent of her new perfume mixing with your cologne, you- turn up the vibe in her panties.

Watch her gasp. Watch her grip the edge of the table. Then lean in, fingers tracing her wrist, and murmur, "You're not allowed to come yet."

Because dinner isn't just dinner, it's the beginning of the night you're about to give her.

Step 4: The Hotel That Feels Like Sin on Satin Sheets

This isn't your place. It's not her place. It's neutral ground- where inhibitions disappear.

Book the kind of suite that screams luxury and excess- the kind with floor-to-ceiling windows, a bathtub built for two, and a king-sized bed so soft she melts into it.

When she walks in, there's Champagne on ice. Candles flickering. A playlist humming low and filthy in the background.

And you? You press her against the door the second it closes behind her.

• Slide her dress off her shoulders. Let it drop to the floor.

  
  

• Kiss her slowly like you've got all the time in the world to ruin her.

  
  

• Walk her to the mirror. Let her see herself through your eyes—hair tousled, lips parted, anticipation written all over her face. And then? Take your time.

  
  

• Tie her hands behind her back and make her kneel.

  
  

• Pin her to the bed, with a silk blindfold covering her eyes, making her wait.

  
  

• Worship her, devour her, and make her beg before you finally let her break.

Step 5: The Aftermath That Leaves Her Addicted

This isn't just about fucking her senseless (though, let's be clear-you're going to do that).

It's about wrecking her with attention.

• Run a hot bath. Pull her between your legs, hands lazy over her skin.

• Feed her strawberries from the room service tray, pressing sticky-sweet kisses to her shoulder.

• Let her lay on your chest, fingers tracing patterns over your stomach, while you tell her every filthy thought you had about her tonight.

And just before she drifts off, thoroughly ruined, whisper in her ear, "We're not done yet."

Because this isn't a two-hour performance. It's a 24-hour worship session.

Step 6: Make Her Feel Like the Only Woman in the World

This isn't just about the sex (though, it actually is- for her too. It's about making her feel wanted. Chosen. Irreplaceable.

Run a hot oil massage down her spine. Make her melt before you even put your hands between her legs. Tell her exactly what you love about her. The way she moans your name.

The way her lips feel against yours. The way she drives you fucking crazy just by existing.

Because here's the truth: A woman who feels worshiped will unleash a version of herself you've never seen before.

And if you do Valentine's Day right? She won't just be yours for the night. She'll be yours in every filthy, raw, mind-blowing way imaginable.

Step 7: Devour Her Like a Five-Star Meal

Dinner is not a formality. Dinner is foreplay. And if you do it right, she'll be so wound up she won't make it through dessert.

Make it a tasting menu-for her.

• Start with her neck. A slow kiss just under her jaw, whispered filth in her ear before you pull back and smirk.

• Move down to her collarbone. Brush your lips over her skin while you run your hands up her thighs under the table.

• Dessert? That's easy, have her spread out on the bed, her legs shaking, her body yours to feast on.

And trust me—if you've been teasing her all night, if you've been turning up the vibe under the table while keeping your composure? She won't just be wet. She'll be fucking drenched.

Step 8: Get Her Dripping (And Not Just in Diamonds)

A weekend getaway is a good start, but a luxury hotel suite with a mirror above the bed, a soaking tub big enough for two, and floor-to-ceiling windows? That's how you do Valentine's Day like a king.

1. Start the night with Champagne in the bath, before you take her to dinner, her legs draped over the side while you drag slow, teasing fingers through the water. Kiss her knees, her thighs, and just before she thinks you'll go further, pull away. Let her beg. Let her need.

   
   

2. When she's relaxed, glowing, and waiting, tie her to the bed. Silk scarves. Leather cuffs. A spreader bar to keep her open for you. Edge her until she's shaking, begging, ruined- and then take what's yours.

3. And don't forget to film it. Nothing says "I crave you" like replaying the way she falls apart in your hands, watching yourself wreck her again and again, like an erotic masterpiece you can't get enough of.

   
   

   

   
   
   
   

Final Warning: Do This Right, and You'll Change the Game Forever!!

This isn't just about one night. It's about ensuring that from this moment forward, no man can ever measure up to you.

Because a man who knows how to take control, tease, and make her feel like the most coveted, desired, and spoiled woman on earth is the man she craves.

So go ahead. Blow her mind. And I promise— she'll blow more than just yours.

xoxo Ivy