Here I am again. Surge of anticipation rushes with the familiarity...my mind is sparking by creative impulses...abruptly logic makes a re-entry, I know what to do.

The rough bark will either ease or intensify my urge. Reaching out and up, on tip toes, arms outstretched to their peak... nails dug firmly into the rough bark, pain surges beneath my nail tips through the nerve endings to the outreaches of my sparking brain, shooting down my spine and exiting through my tip toes. Previous experience reassures necessary pain to combat the intense pleasure. Twisting and turning, I maximise my position to stroke each nipple up and down the rough bark, so careful to balance each stroke so neither nipple can protest jealously. Repetitive dance ensues....

Digging my nails into the bark. Stroking. Now nipples will you complain if I remove attention, raising my right thigh, stroking it up and down? After all that is part of my dance... oh so close to that most intense spot...so explosive, for a split second I feel I will shatter into a million pieces. Oh I just don't care if I do. Explosion.

So worth the dance. Satisfaction. Urge both intensified and eased. Releasing nails from tree I quickly turn, back to tree... Limbs blending into tree... Face and body follow....