Erotic Microfiction: The Joys of Waiting

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Kassie hated to wait and Darren knew this. She was always in a hurry, always racing from one thing to another, from one work meeting, to a spin class, to a friend's Pampered Chef event. Kassie had been born with natural speed. She was always going 200 miles per hour to wherever life took her. Except for times like now, except for times when she forced herself to, well, lay back and accept the joy of waiting.

Darren had tied Kassie's wrists to the bedpost with her favorite violet silk scarves. Kassie even asked for the leather strap to bite down on. The week had been busy and stressful and it was about time, she thought, to visit D and have him do that thing he did.

Darren didn't sleep around but he kept the option open, especially since Kass was always unsure. One minute she wanted them to move into together, the next, she was "taking a break" and wanting the freedom to see other people. In the end, she always called back and asked to come over, usually when things in her life were spiraling out of control.

"You free D?"

"I'm never free girl, you know that."

"I know. You know what I mean. Don't do that."

"Do what?"

"Tease me."

Kass always sounded desperate. She always sounded like if he didn't tell her it was okay, that he was free, that the world would come to an end.

Whenever she came over, it was the same old thing, the same lame chit chat, the same smoking of blunts before the preliminaries began in earnest. D knew the game, he let it play out, he didn't love Kass, but he liked her, he liked her enough that he wanted to make her happy, even though he knew she wasn't going to stick around.

It started down at her ankle, just inside her ankle right next to the heel, with a long slow wet kiss. D knew the benefits of dramatic effect, of taking his time, of lingering, of moving forward, just when Kass was getting antsy.

From the ankle, D took his time, working his way up Kass's leg, enjoying each taste along the way. She squirmed with each new kiss, she rolled this way and that with each knew trace of his tongue. D held her leg still and took his time. He worked his way up her sculpted calf, enjoying how smooth and taut her skin was. Each taste he savored, each kiss he lingered, in the back of his mind knowing that each one could be the last. With Kass, he never knew what to expect.

He flicked his tongue behind Kass's knee, feeling the soft tender skin there and goose bumps quickly spread all over her body. D could hear Kassie bite down on her leather strap and stifle a moan. He smiled in spite of himself as he took his first good, deep long kiss on her thigh. From here on out, every kiss, every touch, every lick, would just heighten Kass's arousal, D could feel it in her body, in the way her muscle's got tense.

Still he took his time, every kiss as slow as the previous kiss, every lick, as though he were licking the last of his favorite mint chocolate chip from a bowl. He took his time, slowly, savoring every gooses bump as he worked his way slower and slower up Kass's inner thigh. He was getting closer now, closer to the finish line, closer to giving Kass what she wanted.

Kass kept her eyes closed, feeling the tears well up inside as each kiss, as each flick of the tongue worked its way up the inside of her leg. From the first kiss on her ankle time stopped. She was no longer in a hurry. With each kiss, with each flick of the tongue, she forgot more and more about all the different things she had to do in the days and weeks ahead. As D slowly worked his spell on her, taking his time with her leg, one kiss, one soft feathery lick at a time, Kass gave in, gave up all the things she rushed through life trying to do. Kass learned to appreciate the joys of waiting.

Copyright, M.R. Caffery, 2009. All rights reserved.