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11th May 2011

I wonder if you have any idea how hard waiting is? This isn’t like waiting for a bus or a train and it is not even like waiting for a birthday or a holiday, the first two the waiting is fairly short-lived and the second two are made easier by time frames, known dates to focus on. Ticking days of the calendar to a marked event, although tough, is nothing compared to the unknown waiting.

I am waiting for that type of waiting to begin. I shall embrace that with joy I can tell you that. It will finally feel like I can see the light at the end of the tunnel when I can start ticking of days until the moment when he comes home.

We spend every possible moment together now, Skype is our lifeline, our connection to each other’s worlds, without that we would truly be lost to one another. Yet it can never be enough, and sometimes it serves as its own form of torture. Yesterday he told me to spread my legs for him

“I want you to cum for me Slutmine, just for me, because you are mine”

Looking up at Him I smiled, but there in my eyes if you had looked really closely you would have seen tears. Tears of love and joy that I have Him in my life but also tears for what I miss; his touch upon my body, his breath upon my neck, His belt marking my arse, his whispered words in my ears, his cock filling me….. Oh I miss those things so much and just writing them down reminds my body of them all over again. I can feel the moisture gathering between my thighs, my body responding to those stimuli of memories, always resorting to its default mode, lust, desire, arousal, hunger all of which remain unsatisfied.

No matter how many times I cum for Him, no matter how much I touch my body at His commend, there can be no satisfaction. Nothing will satisfy the monster within me, it craves Him and Him alone. Watching Him cum yesterday, feeling my own orgasm power through my body in time with His is one of those moments of torture when I question whether it is a moment of pleasure or pain.

I can see Him, hear Him, we share our visual and audio worlds, knowing that he is cumming with me, just as I am cumming for Him is wonderful but still I want to scream at it all. My fingers tingle with the need to reach out and touch His cum, to play with it, feel its warm stickiness beneath my fingertips bring it to my mouth and taste it, rub it on me and anoint my flesh with His juices, but I can’t.  Torture.

It’s like a desperate thirst or hunger, like mirages in the desert, I can see my heart’s desire so clearly, it is right in front of my eyes but no matter how much I reach out I cannot touch it. My body burns for His touch, my mind longs for the peace that being with Him brings and my soul wanders around lost, searching always for its missing piece.


  • Molly Moore - Author, Blogger, Photographer, Speaker, Director of Operations @Eroticon Find me in my corner of the internet at Molly's Daily Kiss and on Twitter @mollysdailykiss

  • Show Comments (14)

  • KinkyBoots

    Oh this is just how I am feeling right now. The blog I am thinking about writing is about how ever much masturbation you do the hunger never dies.

  • Clive

    Always remember, Molly, “Good things come to those that wait”. I love the image that you have posted – a forlorn, longing, waiting – it said it so well 🙂 xxx

  • KaziGrrl

    There’s something to be said for lustful anticipation… 😉

  • ddd

    Molly, the words and the photo work together so well. Aching, longing, waiting. Painfully beautiful. I hope that he comes home soon…

  • Elizabeth N. Spire

    Very well written, really get to feel the frustration and lust! 😉

  • Annie

    The hunger and sadness flow beautifully through your words…

  • Dangerous Lilly

    what a beautiful piece! I must agree, waiting on an unknown future date is a killer.

  • TheMastersOwn

    Oh Molly i feel your emotion, longing and pain. Have been there many times. The waiting sometimes takes your breath away. Well done, lovely picture. Perfect.

  • Jonathan Vaje

    As eloquent, poignant and honest as always Molly. A really good piece. I’ve been experiencing my own longing for the one I want so much recently and I too would relish the change to just having a date to anticipate or even be sure in the knowledge I’ll see her again.

  • PixelKitten

    mrowr. I feel your pain. It will be a month before I see my Master again, and the wait is killing me. You express it so much more eloquently than I, though.

  • HisPleasuresnPearls

    Molly i can relate to so many of these feelings on so many different levels. you are really so talented and i enjoy all you share so much. Thanks

  • Aussiescribbler

    Beautiful writing, and the picture really does compliment the mood of the piece.

  • Ruby

    Tender and a little sad I think. Beautiful picture.

  • Livi

    It never ceases to amaze me how beautifully you express your feeling. *hug* I wish I could bring him to you and end that waiting

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