Daydream_weaver's Refuge

[Daydream_weaver]

*My body melts against hers naturally the softness of her lips against mine sending shivers through me. I bring my hands up to lightly trace her face, lovingly exploring her cheeks, her brow, the line of her jaw...*

I am glad to be here...with you...

*I pull back just enough to look into her eyes*

Can you come inside...?

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Sighs, softly...smiles...

Yes, I can...

Hand reaches up to touch a cheek...

Lead on, my Muse...

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Tangling my fingers in hers I step across the threshold into my refuge, glad that the fire is warm and the candlelight gives the room a welcoming glow. I glance back over my shoulder, smiling as I remember other times.

A glimmer of mischief flickers in the depths of my eyes as I stop before the comfy sofa and turn to her*

Would you like something to drink, my Wolf?

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

There is a hint of laughter, beneath her calmness, and it warms me. Stepping inside...it feels like coming home, like being in the one place where I have never been at odds with anyone...or anything.

The fireplace is a warm cheerful glow. The candles create an oasis of sweetness. I am safe and home with her. Feel blessed. Her words make me smile, remind me of my very first visit, long ago....

Yes, please...anything at all...and then I want you in my lap...so I can talk to you...

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*My smile deepens as I turn and make my way quickly to the kitchen area, a flush stealing over cheeks that had been too pale. There's a whisper of cloth over skin as I reach up to fetch a mug from the cupboard.

In no time at all I have a steaming cup in hand, a relaxing blend to clear the mind and soothe the senses. I carry it carefully back to the sitting area and place it within reach of her hand...as am I.

My knee touches hers and I lean over to trail my fingertips across her cheek once more...so close...aching to be closer...*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

The scent of heated liquid, like a minty tea, a hint of chamomile maybe? No matter, it makes me smile. Her body near mine, causes that grin to grow. Obviously, she has forgotten protocol. I have to remind her.

A hand reaches out, grasping a pretty chin. Eyes, lighter than ever, almost copper now and gleaming, look deeply into hers. Voice is a low, husky murmur...

You are in the wrong spot, my Muse.

The other hand pats my lap, an eyebrow quirks.

You belong here. Now please, fix that.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

yes, my Wolf...

*A thrill shoots through me at her touch, the look in her eyes, the tone of her voice. My lashes shield my reaction as I lower my gaze and slip onto her lap. One arm curves around her, barely touching, fingers softly stroking her shoulder.

A sigh passes my lips and my body relaxes into her charge...this is what was missing...my homecoming is complete.

I glance up at her, letting her see just how much it means to be back in her arms.*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Thank you...

I wait while she gets comfortable, allowing her to arrange herself before my arms move to encircle her. Teeth nibble along an ear lobe, tongue darts out to taste soft flesh. A low growling murmur...

Now, I feel like you are here....

Squeezing, wanting her as close as humanly possible...wishing I could strip her naked, tie her down and.....can't though...not yet. Slowness is needed. A sigh.

Better, much better...

Releasing her so that I can get a drink...sipping heat and sweetness before replacing the mug and snuggling her closer to me. Mouth find her cheek. A hand raises to tilt her mouth toward mine. Lips are kissed, softly....

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Heat chases shivers through my body, lingering in the small of my back and spreading down over my hips. She is in my blood.

My body presses closer, fitting itself to hers, not wanting even air between us. I feel her sigh and echo it with my own...yes, so much better...but...I am a needy creature. Another tremor lashes through me, my body shaking as if fevered. I reach for control, but it is so difficult when she is so close.

A low hum of pleasure vibrates in my throat as my lips open to hers, tasting the sweetness of her tea...and beneath that the intoxicating flavor of her kisses...the taste of my Wolf...*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Sweetness, like homecoming.....there is a low growling, purring sound. It is me. We are entwined: mouths, hands, tongues, breath, heart beats...Another sound. Her or me? Can't tell. Kisses~like fine wine or a potent drug with none of the side effects.

Stop...gotta stop...

Pulling away, breath catching in the back of my throat...have to think...missing her is no reason to molest her right away. Time is needed, dammit.

Talk to me...

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*A deep breath, slowly exhaled, and another...eyes closed I gather calm around me though her scent fills my head. Another deep breath...

Raising my chin I open gleaming eyes and give her a smile, glad that at least outwardly my trembling has stopped*

Forgive me...I meant to behave better. *a low sigh, then a grin* I simply find you so very irresistable.

*reaching for her hand I twine our fingers together and focus on them, only my thumb moving in a slow caress against her skin*

I imagine I have missed a lot since I have been away. Are you on overnights again...or still?

 

[dragonrazor]

Perhaps the N stands for neuro-something...

*pauses with my glass half way to my lips and grins*

Perhaps "neuro-erotic" would be a good phrase, considering the drift of this site.

*settling deeper into the sofa cushions I take a sip from my glass letting the sweet crimson liquid linger on my tongue before I swallow. Warmth blooms at the center of my being and radiates to the tips of my toes and fingers.

Another sip and a soft sigh escapes as my body relaxes in the glow of the crackling fire*

I thought of Neuro-Drive....the first few wouldn't be psychically driven though.

*sinks into a chair by the fire, trying to warm up...ponders putting cold hands on two pairs of warm breasts*

 

[dragonrazor]

*impish grin* Here's a thought. "Got Milk?". The female character is a bovine woman who has constant problems with needing to keep her breasts milked. It's hard for her to do herself, but when she rents a room out, she finds the solution in a young man who she feels would eagerly milk her.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*impish grin* Here's a thought. "Got Milk?". The female character is a bovine woman who has constant problems with needing to keep her breasts milked. It's hard for her to do herself, but when she rents a room out, she finds the solution in a young man who she feels would eagerly milk her.

Hmm...certainly gives the phrase a new twist. *ponders for a moment, my mind glitching a bit* I can't quite picture what a bovine girl would look like. I keep seeing udders...

*shakes my head to dispell the picture*

 

[dragonrazor]

Alejandra Coldthorn

Mora Linda

And a few other of my favorite characters from Las Lindas.

Sleek, sexy, sassy catgirl Rachael Saleigh

Fluffy, busty, newly legal catgirl, Sarah Silkie

High Prime Ambar, sexiest bear alive.

 

[dragonrazor]

*evil grin* Just thought of another potential idea. Something along the lines of the relationship between Sakura and Ryu from Street Fighter Alpha. Sakura's a barely legal schoolgirl who has been trying to find this fighter since he saved her life when she was a freshman in high school.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

I am not familiar with that series, but it sounds like a good basis for a storyline.

My ideas today are running a bit on the harsh side so I will keep them to myself.

 

[Vail_Indigo]

bounce-in

weaver-kiss

bounce out

 

[dragonrazor]

I am not familiar with that series, but it sounds like a good basis for a storyline.

My ideas today are running a bit on the harsh side so I will keep them to myself.

A lot of games lately have been doing that sort of thing actually. Lei Fang from Dead or Alive has been hunting this dude who saved her from being raped for nearly ten years apparently lol. But yeah, Ryu is a martial artist from Japan. Sakura's a Japanese schoolgirl. Ryu beat the frack out of a gang that tried to rape Sakura...since then, she's been trying to find him to get him to teach her.

And hmmm....define Harsh?

 

[Daydream_weaver]

bounce-in

weaver-kiss

bounce out

*loves bounce-by kisses from gorgeous girls*

A lot of games lately have been doing that sort of thing actually. Lei Fang from Dead or Alive has been hunting this dude who saved her from being raped for nearly ten years apparently lol. But yeah, Ryu is a martial artist from Japan. Sakura's a Japanese schoolgirl. Ryu beat the frack out of a gang that tried to rape Sakura...since then, she's been trying to find him to get him to teach her.

And hmmm....define Harsh?

welll...harsh...as in clothes tearing, skin clawing, hair pulling, throw-me-down-tie-me-up and drag me away kicking and screaming and fighting kind of harsh. Just the kind of mood I have been in today.

Actually it's a bit inspiring. Maybe I'll write it down somewhere and see what comes of it.

 

[dragonrazor]

*loves bounce-by kisses from gorgeous girls*




welll...harsh...as in clothes tearing, skin clawing, hair pulling, throw-me-down-tie-me-up and drag me away kicking and screaming and fighting kind of harsh. Just the kind of mood I have been in today.

Actually it's a bit inspiring. Maybe I'll write it down somewhere and see what comes of it.

Heh heh. I think...that I want to retry my Rogue thread, or maybe right another Xmen gal thread...

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

wolf comes wandering toward her second home...

 

[dragonrazor]

Heh heh. I think...that I want to retry my Rogue thread, or maybe right another Xmen gal thread...

write, even. Gods, I must have been barely conscious when I typed that.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*wind through winter bare trees bears a shadow of misty grey toward the small cabin refuge...night is long and lonely, yet there is dread of the coming dawn...a day of love to show stark reality of empty arms and aching heart...wind blows a soft sigh away through the woods...the refuge is no comfort this night*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Sleepy wolfling fur ruffled by a passing mournful breeze. Tis a sadness with no known cause. Eyes open, golden in the gloom.