Dancing in the Moonlight

I am sitting here this morning, drinking my coffee and watching it storm from our patio overlooking the ocean, thankful that I didn't go out for that walk I had been contemplating.  Everyone else is still sleeping. 

It's clear that we are not going to get the alone time we need.  Hell, there isn't even any way to get complete privacy in the master bedroom here in this condo.  I don't understand...who doesn't put locks on doors??  And with the kids only a few feet away, it's just too risky.   

So my torment has continued.

But this morning, my mind keeps going back to a few stolen moments on the beach last night under the full moon.  We did manage to get out for a late night walk and Daddy told me to wear a loose fitting tank top and a wrap around my waist with no panties underneath. 

Now I would LOVE to have sex on the beach, but unfortunately, that isn't Daddy's thing.  He did, however, take a some time to clamp my nipples and clit as we stood out under the moonlight, finally getting the chance to make out like two teenagers having to sneak away from their parents. 

After taking the clamps off, He turned me around so my ass was pressed against Him and His mouth could freely roam my neck.  Telling me to spread my legs, His fingers danced around my swollen and extremely wet pussy.

As He worked my clit, getting me closer and closer, He whispered in my ear.

What are you willing to do to get your orgasm?

He stopped when I answered, "whatever you would like me to do Daddy".

I knew this wasn't the answer He was looking for.  This is a little game He plays, insisting on adding to my humiliation by making me spell out what I am willing to do. 

But I also know there are only few "right" answers to this question...

And they all scare the crap out of me because they are things, that at the moment, only exist in my fantasy world.     

So as I sit here this morning, the question becomes...how far do I willingly throw myself down the rabbit hole?

   

Rays of Light

Being outside and walking is a big part of my life.  I've probably mentioned walking in several of my posts but I do love it, not just for exercise but mostly because it's how I cleanse my mind. 

 

On particularly rough days, walking may turn to jogging.  Sometimes I feel like Forrest Gump and get the notion that I just want to run and that I could just keep runnin' till I can't any more.  Unlike Forrest though, I can only make it a couple miles before I wimp out and go back to walking.    

 

The other day I decided, rather than going to drive and pick up the dog's medicine, I was going to walk the 6+ miles roundtrip.  Well, about half way through, I saw storm clouds off in the distance. 

 

I was just mesmerized when I saw the beauty of the sun's rays shining down to earth through the clouds.  For me, whenever I see this, it's like experiencing a glimpse of heaven. 

 

But what also caught my eye was just how heavy and dark some of the clouds were and I could see the sheets of rain pouring down from them.  Being that I was still pretty far from home, I worried that I might not make it back before the storm surrounded me so I decided I better pick up the pace. 

 

As I jogged home, my mind drifted to the all the other "storms" in my life and how it seems I run to escape them too.  But what I really started to realize is that I don't run to escape them...I run to cope with them.

 

As the storm clouds got closer and grew more threatening, I also thought about Daddy. I thought about the last time I was out running and how the flood gates opened up on me.  I hadn't had any way to contact Him and I was a drowned rat trudging my way home with rain beating down so hard it was stinging my skin and I couldn't keep my eyes open.  

 

But Daddy had known the general direction I had been headed and He found me, driving up like a knight on a white horse offering me shelter and a dry towel.  

 

Something I took for granted for far too long...Daddy is and always will be my shelter.  It took  many years to accept that it's not me against the world and I don't have to find my own safe place. 

 

No matter how hard or how far I run trying to purge myself of the storms in my life, I know He will always find me.