Dancing In The Moonlight

by Molly Moore

28th September 2011

One night whilst sitting in the back garden he told me about his plan; how the moonlight would surround me with its icy white glow, but for it to work we would need to wait for a perfectly clear night and a full moon to occur at just the point in the sky. And so we waited for our moment.

The first full moon passed by in a haze of clouds, visible but not sharp and clear, its light a dull grey as opposed to crystal white and so again we waited. The next month things got much worse as the full moon never really showed itself at all, instead the rain trickled down the window and the late summer evening gave itself up early to the dark rainy night. And so we waited for the next full moon.

At moments I was excited about this project and then at other times it sent a shiver of apprehension through me. As each month slipped by the evenings grew darker and colder and I worried that if this went on much longer I was in real danger of a night-time naked excursion in the freezing cold and I just don’t function well in the cold.

I think the saying third time lucky applies here because just as I had given up hope of the next full moon delivering us what we wanted it did exactly that and I found myself standing out in the garden looking up over the garage roof at the most perfect glowing full moon and despite the odd wispy cloud I knew that tonight was going to be the night for his plan.

I went inside and stripped naked, as he had requested and then wrapped myself up in my dressing gown. I wanted to put off my skin being exposed to the chill September air as long as was humanly possible. When I returned to the garden there was a step-ladder all set up waiting for me to climb but when I saw how steep it was angled I decided that a short drop out of the landing window onto the garage roof seemed like the more favourable option.

By the time I reached the edge of the garage roof he was ready for me and after a few moments for him to guide me into the right place to stand so the moon was in just the right place he told me to lose the dressing gown. I could hear the cars on the road at the front of the house passing by in fits and starts but I was pretty certain that where I was standing, even though I was fully illuminated by the moon they would be unable to see me but the neighbours were a different matter altogether. With one last fleeting glance at their landing window (our garage roofs are adjoined) I let the dressing gown fall from my shoulder and pool around my bare feet.

Click, click, click…. Over and over and over again and then a break for him to step indoors and change the camera settings allowed me to wrap up inside the warmth of my dressing gown and try to control the shivers that were starting to ripple through my increasingly cooling body. When he returned we carried on but as I moved and turned, following his instructions I could feel the cold was really starting to seep into me and turning my nipples into tight little buds. Click, click, click… Over and over again, the low growl of his voice telling me what to do until finally I called out to him, through chatter teeth, enquiring how much longer?

“Not long now, just a few more like that”

“Oh but Sir I am shivering”

“Patience, Slutmine, it does you good to suffer a little and anyway you might be cold but I know you are wet and when you see the results of this you will be pleased that you endured just a little bit longer….”

“It is freezing up here, Sir; I don’t think I could possibly be wet”

“Are you telling me I am wrong Slutmine?”

This was greeted with silence, I have learnt if in doubt, saying nothing is the best option.

“Touch it, touch that pussy….and then tell me I am wrong”

I did as he requested and I never did tell him he was wrong, instead I just licked my sticky wet fingers and continued to follow his instructions, in silence. Click, click, click…. Over and over and over again, and all the while the moon cast its perfect white glow all around me and even right into the very palm of my hand.


Ps…The word this week was ‘patience’. You can find all the wantoness and wanking you need by clicking on the icons below.

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KaziGrrl September 28, 2011 - 12:41 am

I think this counts as ‘roof’ for the Scavenger Hunt, yes?
Lovely shots, I especially love the one of the moon in the palm of your hand 🙂


Stranded September 28, 2011 - 4:40 am

Lovely, indeed…amazing photos…with words at just the right pace “not long now…”


EroticMoonbeam September 28, 2011 - 10:21 am

Wonderful, wonderful imagery xx

Phoenix September 28, 2011 - 10:56 am

Beautiful Molly x

T. September 28, 2011 - 3:15 pm

Such beautiful pictures and writing… 🙂

Pixel September 28, 2011 - 3:45 pm

Wow…just…wow. Such gorgeous pictures! Well done, the two of you. *hearts*

Clive September 28, 2011 - 3:53 pm

Thank goodness you endured!! – especially with that final shot of holding the moon. And I bet the pair of you had a whole lot of fun setting that up 🙂

severin September 28, 2011 - 4:17 pm

Wow, what an amazing project and with such fabulous photos. You look beautiful. I’m in total awe.

Thank you for sharing an amazing experience.

sev xx

Hubman September 29, 2011 - 12:26 am

Very well done, I like it!

Venus Luvs September 29, 2011 - 5:07 am

I love all of this. The pictures are beautiful and your story is great. Look forward to more….

Catharine September 30, 2011 - 7:04 am

Amazing photos! They look kinda magical. I want to get naked outdoors, although maybe not if it’s cold.

Curvaceous Dee September 30, 2011 - 9:05 am

Yes, I think ‘roof’ is definitely going on the Scavenger Hunt list! Very awesomely beautiful 🙂

xx Dee

mollyskiss October 1, 2011 - 9:15 pm

Thanks Dee I will add the Scavenger hunt button to the post as well then.


zenagirl October 4, 2011 - 5:02 pm

I love this! One of your best ever! I’ve always wanted to hold the Moon in my hand. What an incredible image!


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