Learning to Let Go is a complete, eight part story that I'm posting all in one go (I hate waiting too). It's broken down into parts for the sake of online access rather than "instalments" that many stories have on this site. This means that you don't get a happy orgasmic ending at the end of each section - far from it in fact, as this story is quite the opposite of instant gratification - it's a story meant to be considered in its entirety. I hope I can hold your interest long enough to reach the... climax?
Please enjoy...
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2010
I was sitting in front of my laptop just killing time; watching videos of how to swim better on YouTube. I didn't have that long before I had to head off to work, but I'd really got it into my head that I was going to conquer 'Early Vertical Forearm' when I hit the pool later that day so I was swatting up on research. Deep down I'm really a geek, and swimming has this sort of technical aspect that really appeals to me. I couldn't wait to try all this stuff out and barely noticed Jen enter the room until she was standing on the other side of the coffee table.
"Yoshi, these photo's; how old are they?" She was holding one of my photo albums and I could tell by her tone which one it was. I'd moved in with her about a month ago, but had only just got around to unpacking the boxes holding sentimental items like my photos. Jen had known all along that I was a keen photographer and that I'd had a number of girls model for me. I'd shown her several pictures while we were dating - several of which saw the girl posing nude, or implied nude. I knew Jen liked them because she had an eye for art, but also, because she was bisexual. I'm not going to say my photo's turned her on because they were erotic; probably because she knew I took them they held a little more zing - wrongly assuming I'd bedded the models later.
"They're in chronological order. The first picture is about three years old. The last one was taken two weeks before we went on our date to London." Unbidden her hands flicked to the last shot; an oriental girl wearing a black PVC cat suit with, white rope binding her arms above her head to a wooden post which wrapped around her waist and down around her legs. She was stretched out, and her feet - which were bare - didn't quite touch the ground. I was very proud of that shot as it encompassed everything I wanted to achieve using a complex lighting arrangement capturing this girl's absolute submission. Her expression was perfect, white rope against shiny black PVC demanded the highest attention to the dynamic range...
and her feet
. God but there was something about how her feet were set that gave me little shivers.
Jen sat down on the other sofa. I'd learnt that this was an indicator of a "proper talk". If she wanted to have a standard conversation then she'd sit next to me. We had a very tactile relationship at that point; while we'd been together a little under a year, I'd spent most of it overseas on tour. In many ways, we were still in the honeymoon period, still finding out little things about the other. Not quite on a daily basis, but every now and then something new would crop up.
Today, with only ten minutes to spare before I needed to be out of the door, it was my interest in fetish photography. I hadn't hidden it, and Jen knew I had several kinks, but I think maybe she figured I'd just talked a good talk. She'd told me she felt she was sexually adventurous not long after we'd been dating, and I knew from the outset that her previous partners had been mostly girls. But she had had trust issues - not really sexual ones. I just didn't feel like trying to push my luck; truthfully just content with what we had.
"So" she began "these are pretty out there?"
"I suppose so." I wasn't trying to be awkward but I had no idea where this was going and had no intention of hanging myself if it wasn't necessary.
"Do you...
like
this?" To her credit she merely seemed curious and just a little on edge. Jen had an amazing posture, which was something I found enchanting, but it did mean that her body language wasn't always that easy to read. As she sat on the sofa waiting for my answer I was struggling to work out which side the coin would land. If you've ever seen a cat sitting looking straight through you then you have a fair idea of how Jen was looking at me. She had very light brown eyes, almond if you want to be pretentious about it, which matched her hair that was only just shoulder length so it could be tied back - but no longer. She was very sporty, and was rarely out of exercise clothes which was how she was dressed now; grey jogging bottoms and a black sports bra.
"Jen, you're assuming from the picture that this is the sort of thing that turns me on."
"Does it?"
"Not all of it, no." Her expression had not changed. I'm not sure she had even blinked. Her left hand flipped plastic covered page after plastic covered page, crinkling them under her fingertips. She stopped half way through; I knew what was coming as she held up the album to show a girl being caned. The shot was aimed to capture her pain and it did, my flash had lit the trail of her tears as well as the drool stringing out of her mouth. Her eyes were pressed closed and her jaw clenched fast.
"What about this? Would you like to do this to me?"
"No, actually that's not really my thing." She raised an eyebrow.
"If that's the case then why take the photo?"
"She asked me to." This answer stopped her in her tracks. "You thought I what? Paid her to do this for the picture? Or she was forced into it somehow?" I tried a different approach before this got out of hand. "Jen, last night, when I was fucking you from behind, I pulled your hair didn't I?
"Yes." I smiled remembering and I saw her sexy eyes sparkle at the recent memory.
"We both know it drives you wild."
"Mmm." We sat there, for a moment, watching each other replaying the sex in our heads.
"Come here." I wasn't sure if this would backfire but she got up gracefully and walked over to me. I sat back and held out my hands which she took and I pulled her onto my lap. I loved having her sit astride me like this as she rested her hands on my shoulders, my own hands encircling her waist which was incredibly toned. The level of fitness this girl had was astounding; it was the one thing that had me hooked right from the start. Her hips shifted forward and I could see she had an evil little glint in her eyes; I felt my cock swelling as I dropped my hands down to cup underneath her arse.
"You like to feel a little dominated don't you?" I said. She smiled and replied.
"Not right now."
"Ok, but last night you wanted to be treated rough." She continued looking down at me but started rocking her hips almost imperceptibly. "And you liked having your hair pulled - you liked the pain. It's ok to admit that." Jen's expression flickered to doubt and I thought she was going to deny it but in the end nodded.
"It's nice, not too hard, just enough to make me feel you. Feel like you're in control." And as she said the words I could tell the concept was trickling through her mind and making the mental leap to what the girl in the photo was experiencing. "I like it when you're in control."
"But not right now?"
"No."
"I'm going to be late for work aren't I?"
"Yes."
2009
I had run a lap around the old Napoleonic fortifications which was about four miles and was on the finishing mile when I saw her skip up some steps from a pedestrian crossing. She looked fit. Really properly fit rather than the
goes to the fashionable gym now and then
kind of fit that a lot of people were happy with. It was summer and she had her legs on display; I could clearly see the tone of her muscles as she ran. I wanted to take a closer look, so I picked up the pace.
I'm not going to lie, it took me a lot more effort to catch her than I thought it would; she didn't look like she was putting much sweat into it but actually this girl could run. By the time I closed the gap to start seeing details my lungs were rasping for breath; but my god was it worth it.
Her hair was tied up in a short pony tail which bounced with each footfall. I could admire her back to my heart's content without it getting in the way, which pleased me hugely because her upper body was about as perfect as I could imagine. She was slight of build but what was there was strong, defined, yet still very feminine and all covered in sheen of perspiration. Her white top had a dark damp mark all the way down the centre, and my imagination was going crazy considering what it might be like to
peel
that top off her. The only let down was that I couldn't make out the shape of her bum too well because her shorts were a loose fit. But I was prepared to make the assumption it would be well past my expectations by a long way.
We got to the end of the wall and turned the corner which then became a steep climb; the type cyclists dismount for and cars collect at the bottom during icy conditions. As we rounded the bend she noticed I was following her; like me she wore headphones and so couldn't have heard my approach. She'd been running in the middle of the pavement but now pulled over to one side to let me past. This consideration was commendable but it held two problems for me; I was happy with the view as it was, and I now had to hit this incline while she watched me - and I was already burnt out. It couldn't be avoided and by the time I came to the back gate of the garrison I was about ready to throw up - but at least I hadn't completely embarrassed myself.
