Daydream_weaver's Refuge

I am hunting her. My eyes, I know, have brightened considerably, shading toward pale gold. I can smell her~lust, need, wanting. It plucks against my skin with myriad teeth and tongues. Driving me half out of my mind. I step, stop, step...until I am less than a foot away from pale lusciousness. I stay there.

Fingers grope for the buttons on my jeans. Opens them, slips them off, leaving only black boy shorts behind. Hands~ shaking, wanting~ removes the tee, tossing it onto my jeans. Black sports bra is tugged up and off. The silver hoop through my right nipple can be seen, gleaming, against the brown velvet that backs it. I stretch, fingertips raising toward the ceiling, up on tip toe, legs spread.

I cup my breasts and offer them to her, but it is a tease. And she knows it. Hands trail down over a flat belly, cupping the heat between my thighs. My eyes stay trained upon her face as I move the panties slightly and dip a finger into my own wetness. Showing that finger to her, before slipping it into my own mouth to clean.

Finally, I close the distance between us and kneel, by body postioned directly in front of hers.


"Scoot out, until the curve of your bum hits the end of the couch. I want no hindrance to fingers or tongue.
 
*The focus of my world has narrowed, there is only this moment...only her. The room thrums with wild energy barely held in check. My spine twitches bowing slightly before I can catch myself and stop it. My body wants to bow upward and rise toward her.

Every move she makes catches my eye. I am fascinated, enthralled, watching her hungrily as each item of clothing is discarded. The flash of silver against brown skin has my fingers clenching tighter. 'Must not touch' my fevered mind whispers.

Ice blue eyes widen as she stretches, the lines and planes of her body burned into my memory. I suck my bottom lip between my teeth and bit down, fighting back the needy whispers that would beg. 'Musn't touch...oh sweet Goddess...' She teases me. Where her hands go mine would follow, my lips would worship.

A tortured whimper escapes my parted lips, the sound of a starving creature denied the choicest of treats. I am delerious in my craving for her, and yet her words reach my mind. I scoot to the very edge of the cushion, thighs spreading wider around her...I am for her...open and vulnerable and so very, very in need of her*
 
She is open and gleaming and wet. I can see the pearlescent wetness that flows steadily from between pale pink inner labia. I want. Leaning in, slow, so slow. Mouth opens, tongue extends itself to STROKE from bottom to top, sliding along wetness and forcing those tightly furled petals apart.

She tastes of home. A low whimper as I capture her~something like smoke and sweet and salt and need~on my tongue. Each new taste, blazing across my memeory, reigniting all the things I had locked away when the Real World had intruded. They are released now. My hands dig furrows into my thighs as I struggle to not give fingers until she is shaking and begging.

I am wishing I had a toy.


"Sweet, love. So sweet."

Tongue finds that spot, the little nubbin of hidden flesh that grows ever more sensitive, the longer this goes on. I tease it, tongue tip only~ swirling, flicking. Her hips jerk in accordance to my will and I smile as I continue my loving assault.

She is holding on by a thread. Left hand raises, slipping upward, over pale thigh until it plants itself in wetness. Two fingers, crooking slightly and rubbing along tight, wet, pink walls. In and out...in tandem to the lick, suck, swirl. Mine.
 
*A rush of breath, the wind knocked from me at the first touch of her tongue. The room spins and my body blooms for her. Legs tense, muscles tightened and straining until only the tips of my toes touch the floor. She plays me as only she can, her music rising in my mind and in my blood.

Each tiny flick of her tounge pulls strings woven through my nerves. Tremors roll through me and my lips part in a silent cry as fingers find their home. My hips rock toward her hand, I cannot stop them. I am hers and I dance for her.

My hands now tightly fist in my silvery hair as my upper body curls toward her. Breasts trembling as I fight for air, eyes white hot with something more than mere lust. I quake, hovering there at the very edge of control, gaze locked on her all I can manage is one breathless plea*


...please
 
Looking up from between splayed thighs~ wetness pooling, dripping, from that spot I claim as mine when she is here. When I can get her. Her whisper strokes my ego~the breathless neediness that no one else ever gives to me, not like that. Never like that. I push a third finger into her wetness, and slow down on the insertions, the withdrawals. I lean away and gaze at her, my thumb coming up to take over while I debate my answer.

Silence stretches out. Again. Again. I feel inner walls rippling, clutching, pulling. A riptide of emotions that causes my Muse to strain upward. I stand up and push her back, following her down, my body pressing those three fingers deeper. Twisting my hand so that the palm rides her clitoris with each movement of my body on hers, my hand inside of her wetness. I capture her bottom lip between sharp white teeth and tug. Finally, I give her words. A few...


Cum for me.

And then my mouth devours her moaning as I wait for the convulsions...
 
*She torments me, loving torture that I revel in. I am hers, each sweet glistening drop from my body an offering, a symbol of my adoration.

She gives me more and I gladly open for her, feeling the fullness inside. And still she holds me, precariously balanced on the razor edge of pleasure only she can grant...and then she is there, her body on mine, moving over me...in me.

A long moan rises from my throat, my gaze begging when speech fails me. My hips lift to meet her, mirroring her movements. Another cry escapes at the sweet sharpness of her bite. The rippling of my body becomes near violent tremors, almost painful and yet in this place there is only pleasure...her pleasure*


Cum for me.

*At her words I let go of the last of my control...I am hers. My body jerks, back lifting from the sofa, chest pressing into hers. Each moan and cry and gasping breath given into her keeping.

Finally my eyes close, tears trickling from beneath dark lashes. Hands still trapped behind my neck I lift my head, lips striving to relay all I feel in mere kisses*
 
I see tears and kiss them away, tongue tip touching each silver trail. She is mine, for this little bit and I feel replete now. My panties are soaked and I know she can feel the wetness, the heat, on her. I revel in her kiss, in the aftershocks of her body as it comes down from the highs I have pushed her toward. I adore this woman. She should know this by now.

Such a good girl. I knew you would.

Removing sticky fingers from clenching inner muscles, the other hand strokes her arms~first one, then the other.

You need sleep soon, my Muse. C'mon, I will tuck us both in...and we can sleep here, in this place, for just a little while.
 
*I give her a soft, tremulous smile, blue eyes still shimmering with unshed tears*

I needed you more than sleep tonight, my Wolf

*I follow, thinking of sleeping here in this peaceful place wrapped in her arms*
 
Removing soaked panties, kicking them off of one dainty foot, I lead her back to her bedroom and tug down the duvet, the sheets. I motion for her to get in and then move to the other side, clambering up and curling myself around her. My lips brush her forehead, her temple, her cheek, her nose, her mouth.

And I needed you, as always, Muse of Mine.

Arms hold her protectively, adjusting us until her head is cradled on my shoulder. My being shorter means nothing here...and I know that she never cared about that anyway. My fingers trace soft skin, a low hum vibrates the bed, her, myself....I am home. So is she...and it feels....good.

G'night, love.
 
*Tilting my head I place a soft kiss at the hollow of her throat and snuggle against her*

Goodnight, my Luna...

*I let myself drift away, finally at peace*
 
Woman wolf approaches, a small picture in a small hand. She vaults onto the porch and leaves it there, held in place by a rock.

She smiles and vanishes.
 
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*huggles you both* Looking for gals to play either Supergirl or Power Girl, or Raven and Starfire in a threesome thread. Any takers?
 
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*A fire crackles merrily on the hearth even though sunlight shines through the windows of the small cabin. Spring is near but the air is still chill at times.

Stealing a bit of time from the outside world I pour myself a steaming mug of coffee and settle in on the overstuffed chair. A black bound book comes to my hands, a silver pen tucked into the pages to mark my place. Ideas that circle around in my head need to be put to paper and this is a good day for it.

For a moment my gaze lingers on the crackling fire...thoughts gathering...*
 
*A soft smile curves my lips at the dragony hug and dart that leaves me with a warm feeling.

Taking up my pen I turn to a blank page and begin to write...*
 
slips in...favorite white summer dress, bare shoulders, hem dancing around ankles wrapped in white fishnets, barefoot otherwise
 
A wandering woman, escapes from reality, to come leave sandalwood scented kisses behind. A happy voice greets the Muse, filled with laughing undercurrents.

H`llo, sweetness.

lips brush hers once before the woman dissolves into warm mist, returning to the RW.
 
A wandering woman, escapes from reality, to come leave sandalwood scented kisses behind. A happy voice greets the Muse, filled with laughing undercurrents.

H`llo, sweetness.

lips brush hers once before the woman dissolves into warm mist, returning to the RW.

*hugs Luna too*
 
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