Before you read this story, I must warn you that it will not contain any erotic moment, disciplinary spanking or any other climax. This story is all about the time before, the anticipation, the waiting, the dreaming, the fantasizing. It’s about readying yourself, getting in the right mindset. It’s a story for those that enjoy the delay of gratification almost as much as the act itself, for those who know the feeling of anticipation: that tingling sensation under your skin, that slight increase in your heartbeat, the dryness of your lips which need to get moisturized with a quick lick of the tongue.
This is the feeling with which Alana wakes up every Friday morning. The first noticeable impact of it occurs even before her alarm wakes her up. Even as she goes to bed the night before, she knows ‘tomorrow is the day’ and hardly any night that connects Thursdays to Fridays passes without her dreaming of what is to come. You could even say that all days from Saturday to Friday are but a countdown for this moment, but the feeling is never as strong as on that day itself. Strong in the morning, and only growing stronger as the day passes and the moment comes closer.