I had a DO date with Yvonne this morning. We had just seen off the people from the San Francisco house who had spent the whole week here at the ranch since the Thanksgiving food giveaway. They wanted to get an early start, since driving back to SF at the end of the Thanksgiving weekend can be extremely slow with holiday traffic. After we had our goodbye kisses, Yvonne wanted to take an early morning hike up the long driveway. We walked up to the road, up to the crest of the hill, and then back down the one mile trek past the little house and back down to the brown house, where most of us reside.
Since being Validated and becoming instructors, she and I have moved over to the plush den, where we have been enjoying the luxury of a king sized bed. The den also has two big open areas that we have turned into tango practice floors, But that’s another story.
So we set up the bed’s ample pillows for this DO date. When I was DOing her this morning, her clit was protruding out like a big drop of liquid, with a spherical bottom that was partially concealed by the engorgement in her vestibule, the area just below her clit at the top of her introitus. I was doing soft, gliding strokes in the crease at the left side of her clit, up and down. Yvonne mentioned that I had once again touched what she called the spot of hopes and dreams. She had first mentioned this spot back in June when I had only been up at the ranch for a few weeks, and I was in my Confirmation Intensive level three course also called CI2I level 3. I was DOing her and we were talking a lot. I was asking her many questions as I was DOing her in order to find the spots on the glans of her clit that were most sensational and to compare the sensations in different sensational spots.
After that first time I found the spot of hopes and dreams, she was lying in the bed next to me and she told me what it was for her. It was the spot which first of all had not been touched before. But when it was touched, it was the fulfillment of the hopes and dreams she had as a child.
Her explanation that followed allowed me to know her better, and to know women better. It was a gift from woman to man that allowed him to be a better friend to her. The words that I will write here are from the mind of a man attempting to reconstruct what he learned from a woman. She said that when she was a little girl she experienced the joy of life. But as she was growing up she had to conform to society’s expectations of a woman, and she gave up the joy. She also gave up the hope that she would ever find a man who would care enough or pay enough attention to give her the joy that she experienced as a child…
After the DO date this morning, the scene from last summer was recreated in a new way. She was lying on the bed next to me again. She told me about the spot of hopes and dreams all over again, and this time she took me a little further into her world. She told me that the difference between the first time I touched it and all the subsequent times was that the first time was the greatest pleasure she had ever experienced up until that time. It was also the fulfillment of all the hopes and dreams she had had as a child, those recurring dreams of finding a man who cared enough to allow her to experience the pleasure she knew was possible as a woman. The hope that she would ever again experience the joy she knew as a child. The first time was the fulfillment of all those dreams, like a completion.
The subsequent times were the fulfillment of dreams in the present, and these are linked to our friendship. The latter times that the spot of hopes and dreams has been touched have always brought forth her joy in our friendship, in her being with a man who has her greatest pleasure as his goal, and whom she therefore has decided to train by telling him all her truths, the bright and the dark.
As we lay side by side with the late fall sun breaking through the sliding glass doors from the biting cold air around the creek bank, I suddenly felt clear. I felt clear about our friendship, about all the times I have felt so much love from her, and felt so much love for her, but it was so intense and permeating that I had decided to non-confront it by starting some logistical conversation or putting some food in my mouth. Just as the holes in her past were filled when the spot on the left side of her clit was touched, many holes in the fabric of my friendship with this woman were filled this morning.