Everyone can relate to experiencing “the big three-oh,” so let me share with you memories of my own thirtieth birthday. It was the most exciting, the most sensuous, the most memorable birthday I have ever had.

First of all, I would like to formally thank my lover for this incredible experience. Making the transition from my twenties to my thirties had me down in the dumps, but Tina made it a delicious happening for me. I was a woman of luxury for three days — I was pampered with facials, manicures and total-body massages.

On the big day, I knew, we would go out to dinner at the city’s most elegant restaurant, but nothing could prepare me for Tina’s surprise. I arrived home in the late afternoon to find an audiotape from my lover. I listened to Tina tell me that even though it was my birthday, she would be the one in control. She said that she would direct my actions from that moment on. In the refrigerator I would find my favorite drink; the CD player had been preset. so I would be listening to music of her choosing.

As I made my way to the sofa, drink in hand, the sound of my favorite single filled the room. I found copies of my favorite erotic magazines on the sofa. The drink, the music and the beautiful women in the magazines all combined to make me very horny. Soon my fingers were caressing not only the pages but my pussy as well, which continued to become wetter and hotter.

The tape played on, meanwhile, and Tina instructed me to strip in front of the bathroom mirror. After refilling my glass, I went into the bathroom. Watching myself in the full-length mirror, I began a slow, deliberate striptease. Obeying Tina’s voice, I slid my jeans over my hips but left my panties in place. I removed my shirt button

by button and let it fall to the floor. I took off my brassiere, releasing my breasts, the nipples taut with excitement. Tina reminded me that I was not to let my gaze leave the mirror, for behind me, she said, was a beautiful blonde stranger.

In my imagination, I could see that stranger kneeling behind me and re moving my soaked panties. I “felt” her tongue flicking my tight ass and her fingers gently parting my long legs and finding my pussy swollen with desire. And now fingers were sliding in and out of me. What with my lover’s voice, the touch of the imagined stranger and my reflection in the mirror, I became disoriented, but I didn’t care.

I chose to savor the moment, giving silent thanks to my lover for putting this imaginative tape together. After a few minutes, reality returned, and I found a bag of bath goodies — perfumed soaps, oils, sponges — for a relaxing bubble bath. On the tape Tina was instructing me to prepare my body for her and to turn the tape on again when I had finished.

It was close to an hour before I emerged from the luxurious bath, with sexy music playing in the background. Turning the tape back on, I proceeded to follow more of Tina’s commands. I was to dress in what I saw laid out on the bed: my best dress, a lace slip, silky panties, sheer hose, black shoes. She had seen to every detail, down to the perfume, earrings and pearls. I would be her creation this night.

At seven-thirty, the doorbell rang. I ran to answer it, anticipating seeing my lover. I was mistaken. A stranger, a real one this time, was standing before me. He instructed me to follow him, took the keys from my hand and locked the door. Despite my confusion, I followed him to a waiting black limo. I asked him where we were going, but he remained silent.

After a short drive to a fancy restaurant, he escorted me to a table, where I found a chilled bottle of champagne. I slowly lowered myself onto the plush chairs. All at once I felt someone watching me. I turned and saw my lover. “Happy birthday,” Tina said, leaning over to kiss me on the cheek. I blushed with pleasure.

I smiled back, thanking her for the tape and what I knew would be a wonderful dinner. I also knew that later, once we were back home, Tina would help me celebrate my birthday with some wonderful lovemaking.