The Winter of Our Discontent

The end of francesanddaniel happened over months and years.  But the end of the end, to borrow a phrase, was nasty, brutish, and short.  All the wonderful things you've read about here had gradually turned to a stew of resentment, apathy, anger, selfishness, and deceit, all topped off by one final, insurmountable hurt.  At the end of September, I told frances that I never wanted to speak to her again.  That I couldn't even be her friend, because I couldn't bear to see the life that she would be building without me.

And for six months, that was the truth.

The rebirth of frances and daniel happened almost entirely by accident.  An errant thumb here; a curious click there; and suddenly I was headlong down a rabbit hole of seeing things I never wanted or needed to see; of hearing things I never wanted or needed to hear.  I was thrown for a loop.  I turned to frances for the first time in ages, in some attempt to make sense of it all... and where before we would have turned to anger, hurt, accusation, defensiveness, fear; instead... we somehow found compassion.  Understanding.  Reason.  Love.

In a way, maybe I was right to think that, having been so much more, I could never simply 'go back' to being  frances' friend.  Instead, I had to go forward.  To storm out into the cold and spend that long winter alone, in order to come back in somewhere closer to where I started.  Can we really be friends?  I don't think either of us truly knows for sure what the future holds.  But we do know that it seems worth trying,  And, I dare say, that we've missed each other.

So, for now, this is where this part of the story ends.  Frances is around.  If you know where to look, she shouldn't be hard to find.  I'm around too, even if you might not see me much.  If anyone's still out there reading this...  thanks for being our friends.  We needed it.

Be good.

-d.

Worth the Wait (A Brief Respite from Our Silence)

This seems like such a silly little reason to post, but I just had to share my exciting news. I just completed an order on EdenFantasys for the Njoy Eleven.  I have been saving for MONTHS to purchase this toy. Thankfully, through Edens incredible points program, a blog testimonial incentive, and a HUGE sale on this item, I purchased this beauty for $38.21. It is originally $300 and was on sale for $225. The rest was paid in points and gift cards. I am so excited! I absolutely LOVE the Njoy Pure Wand. Although I cannot orgasm with only the wand, when accompanied by a vibe of my choice, the wand provides the most incredible and Daniel-like releases to date. I love the fact that a toy can ALMOST replicate what he does for me. These can never replace him, but it's nice to have as close as possible when I play alone. Not to mention how much fun they are when he's actually around!  Hooray for bargain shopping!

Riding...

Hiking my short sundress over my hips I straddled Daniel's hips as he lay prone on the bed. I had just frantically ripped his jeans from his body and I had lost my panties earlier to give his wandering hands a chance to make me ready for him. I could feel my slippery wetness on the skin between us as I took my place above him. In one smooth move his cock parted my pussy and scraped my g spot as I settled down in his lap. Grinding my hips downward I could feel the friction on my clit and my juices spreading between us.

My dress was unzipped down the front to under the bust line, both breasts ripped awkwardly from my bra. Dangling over his mouth Daniel tried to catch a nipple as I rode him. It was almost comical how my gyrations kept them just out of reach. Undeterred, his teeth found skin and he roughly sucked the hard pebble between his lips. The pain rushed electric straight to my pussy and with a wicked smile I ground against him harder.

Pushing me back by the shoulders, Daniel coaxed my cunt to suck him all the way in, deep as possible. My head rolled back and my hips danced over him. I rode him hard, tits bouncing, his hips rising to meet me, and each time I fell forward to kiss him he soon forced me back upright, past that point, to arch over his legs, face to the ceiling, rolling my body over him for our mutual pleasure.

'Get back there,' he'd command when my body sought to curl itself onto his chest for a brief rest. I protested feebly and he put me where he wanted me--arched above, open, grinding, moaning.

A thin sheen of sweat formed on my skin. Goosebumps rose on my arms. He ripped my damp skirt from where it had been lodged between us by the motion of our fucking, pulling down on my hips to bring our bodies even closer. His right hand slid from my hip, over my stomach, and slipped easily between the slippery lips of my pussy. He circled my clit. I swore. He rubbed harder. I clenched around his cock and received verbal confirmation of his pleasure.

I was sweaty, lightheaded, and panting when we finally collapsed. Neither of us had climaxed. We were desperate. I begged him to fuck me. He obliged, but we came back to this position eventually. It's kinda one of our favorites...

Sweet Nothings

"You smell like sunshine,"

Daniel whispered as we embraced in the front seat of his new car. My heart smiled. I thought people only said that kind of stuff in the movies, but this is real. Daniel is real, and he says these things with sincere honesty. He says them because he thinks them and means them. Daniel IS the lead love interest in my world.

I chuckled and asked,

"And what does sunshine smell like?"

Pulling me close, Daniel kissed my cheek and breathed me deeply in.

"A little bit like sunscreen, and your cheeks feel all warm like you've been in the sun."

It's moments like these that I fall even deeper in love with him, even though I constantly feel like I couldn't love him more.

Longing

We sit in the car reconnecting. Gentle kisses and touches, hands entwined, Daniel kisses away my tears. We embrace desperately and he nuzzles my neck. Goosebumps cover my arms as his soft facial hair tickles my neck. Suddenly his teeth are nipping my neck, marking me, reminding me that I am his. In an instant the happy feeling in my tummy bleeds lower and creates a warm trail of sexual excitement that tingles between my legs. I giggle as his hand finds its way into my blouse, struggling to navigate the buttons and light chemise hiding underneath. My fingers, drawn like magnets, slide up his thigh to cup a handful of soft flesh though his jeans, palming his balls as he pinches my nipple. Moving slightly I increase the pressure to wrap my small hand around his hard cock. The outline is clearly visible through the thick fabric. His pants have become so tight that I can easily see the indentation that separates the head from the shaft. I playfully pinch the head, smiling at his sharp intake of breath through gritted teeth. I stroke him best as I can through his pants, my mouth watering, my panties drenched. We don't have time for more, but the fire is rekindled. The need for each other has not left. Hidden under the responsibilities of daily life, ignored, but never disappearing.