I really am NOT a patient person….
She was bound to learn patience.
At the wrists, her arms outstretched, and at the ankles, spread wide.
At the bar earlier that evening, as she complained about the frustrations of waiting endlessly for her hair-brained co-workers to finish their tasks, her gentleman friend had suggested that patience was a learned behavior.
She had scoffed. But she had also agreed to this little experiment.
And so naked, secured and blindfolded, she waited.
She listened intently for any sounds he might make as he prepared to do whatever the hell he planned on doing, but he obviously was trying just as hard to run silent.
She thought it’s funny; in the dark, and bound this way, seconds drag endlessly. Seconds seem like minutes.
First lesson learned.
And then she thought I don’t know what he’s going to do, but I bet I get bored before I learn anything
And yet she waited — no real choice in the matter — for something to happen. For him to do something. Something with her. Something to her. To do something.
Then, unannounced, his lips fell, softly, tenderly just above the point of her hip. Then nothing
Then the tip of his tongue, flicking at her left nipple. Then nothing.
Then his nails dragging along her inner thigh. Then nothing.
Then her right nipple between his fingers, a sharp, crisp pinch. Then nothing.
Then, punctuated by long, silent pauses, his hands — searching, kneading, scraping … then that hot … what was that? a piece of metal? … then ice, then both together, alternating the bright white heat and the deep freezing cold . . then the feather and the Wartenburg and then … nothing.
And now, his finger … a single finger … the very tip of a single finger … rolling … just barely rolling her swiftly swelling pearl.
Her breathing slowed but deepened. The barely-there slip of his finger along her clit was a treat and a tease and, predictably, it made her want more.
She squirmed a bit and, almost unconsciously, her hips lifted just slightly to press against his feather-touch-pressure.
Patience, he said.
This continued for some time. How long? She couldn’t say because … seconds … dragged
Never waning, never hurrying, never increasing in pressure.
This is unfair she said.
Life is unfair he replied. Be patient.
She tried to think of something else — anything else — but it was impossible. Every nerve ending in her body had shut down and diverted its energy to the tiny, swollen point between her legs and it was screaming at her. The sensation was deafening, crowding out the ability to hold any other thought
She wriggled and twisted, trying to find more purchase against his finger, but he answered each movement deftly, denying her the pressure she craved.
Next, came a finger — one finger — slipped inside her while he continued rolling circles around her clit.
She had craved something insider her, that’s true, but this is worse she thought. This is so much worse. She wanted him, obviously, to work the finger inside her — to fuck her with it — but he didn’t; he kept it still as he played with her clit.
After what seemed like an eternity of this, he removed his finger and she heard a familiar buzzing sound, her favorite appliance, the pretty blue one with the long tapered shaft, and she felt it begin to circle her mons. It circled the perimeter, but never come close to where she wanted it.
His finger just barely on her pearl; the toy traveling the edge of her lips.
Slow. Exquisite. Torture.
What she did not figure — what her body would not allow her to even consider — was the patience this required of him. He wanted to unfurl. He wanted to bury himself inside of her. But he had a plan and he intended to see it through.
Her body now began to buck and writhe in earnest. The smile was long gone from her lips, replaced with a grimace and a furrowed brow.
And she said it for the first of many times to come, the word he knew was inevitably going to be on her lips: Please.
She’d use the word please dozens and dozens of times over the next half hour or so — in long endless chains … please please oh fuck please please please — as he would pull her just to the edge and leave her hanging there. He’d read her body and her breathing and the changing color of her skin and pull her forward, drag her just to the point of release, and then back. A hundred times, she thought, she was close enough to taste her release, but never close enough to touch it.
And eventually she would lose the ability to form the word: please would morph into an indistinct groan … a wounded-animal sound coming from deep inside her. Inarticulate, true, but effectively communicating her desperation.
She’d come to ache from absence — from denial. She’d feel as if her body was being beaten from the inside, her climax thrashing from her core against her skin.
But here is the irony … in an hour or two, she’d be using the same words — please please god please — to get him to stop. To get him to stop making her cum. To stop the endless train of orgasms, cascading one after the other. As much as she needed that release now, she would later be defeated by them, left sore and aching from the soles of her feet to her abdominals to the stretched-taut cords in her neck.
Eventually, when she was completely exhausted and her body was limp and lifeless, he would untie her and remove the blindfold, and pull her body against his. He would leave for some later time, when her brain was fully functioning again, a discussion about whether anything had been learned.
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All packed and ready…. where are we going again?
Well then how do we know we are on vacation then???
Just out of reach
Dancing in the darkness
Taunting her grasp
She needed the light
The warmth that comes with it
She reaches in desperation
If she could only bring back the light
The darkness would retreat again.
~ Dani’s Writings ~ 2014
Sometimes… you just need to know that.
Okay I would absolutely kill myself in those, but I think it might just be worth it!!!
heard you were—fuck
heard you w—jesus gimme a sec—argh
heard you were talking shit
Anonymous said: I was wondering if you even came to the playground anymore. What is Dani up to?
Working 3 jobs and trying to keep ahead of the weeds in my gardens…. no time for any play anymore and I miss it terribly!
She stepped out her back door with hesitation. Was she really going to do this? Practicing nudity in your own house is one thing but this was different. To walk around her sprawling acres naked was not something she would normally do. But doing all those normal things she SHOULD do, had left her feeling restless and frustrated.
Seeing her nakedness in the glass reflections became more commonplace and less shocking. Little by little she was learning to be comfortable with her body and accept it, flaws and all. But that was in the safety of HER world, where nobody would judge, where nobody would see her. The 10 acres of heavy woods she lived on was very private. Really nobody would see or judge her there either but it was a big step.
She took a deep breath and scanned the yard with a critical eye for any signs of life or prying eyes and propelled herself forward. “Just relax and enjoy it”… his voice replayed in her head as she tried to remember to breath. A few more steps and out of the shadows and into the sunshine she had moved. She closed her eyes and whispered to herself her new mantra “Just relax and enjoy it”.
She listened to the wind whistle through the trees and tried to slow down her heart to match it’s ebb and flow. She took a deep breath and could smell the flowers from her gardens across the yard. It was the sudden awareness of the warmth of the sun on her skin that made her realize she had been shaking. Not because she was cold, but nervous and afraid. She lowered her shaky legs to the ground below and closed her eyes again. “Just relax…” another deep breath.
She forced herself to stop over thinking and just focus on the sensations. The wet grass that clung to her exposed skin was itchy. Soon she realized it was rather comforting giving her a familiar feeling of something next to her skin. The birds she had not really noticed before became increasingly clear as they sang their songs of praise. Cheering her along in her quest for peace and tranquility. The gentle wind softly sending an aroma of perfumes from her gardens reminding her she was safe at home. “Just relax and enjoy it” another deep breath….as she raised her face to the sunshine.
After the uncertainty passed she could feel the sun warming her body. Her skin began to tingle sending goosebumps up her spine like the touch of a lovers hand. Touching and exploring every inch, every curve, every dimple and appreciating each and every one of them. It was a spiritual connection with the earth. She was not only exposing her body, but her soul as well. Offering herself completely without any false coverings.
The warmth spread through her completely and it was at that moment that she found peace and happiness worshiping the sunshine.
- ~ Dani’s Writings~
It was so good to be out sun worshiping again. Welcome back.
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