Daydream_weaver's Refuge

[Daydream_weaver]

*Feet find the sandy bottom and I stand, swaying gently in the water. Ice blue eyes scan the darkness beneath the trees, searching the shadows. I am alone...and yet not.

Crossing my arms over my chest, hands resting on my shoulders, I stand in the water and watch the night. A soft smile curves my lips....

 

[Daydream_weaver]

On a small desk in the center of a secret room lies a book...bound in black, the page edges gilded silver. A single candle lights the pages as they turn without benefit of hand or wind.......​

"....she felt eyes, eyes watching her every move. She straightened up, hand rubbing absently at the small of her back. There was no one here. She was sure of that. Still, she felt watched.

The thick work gloves she was wearing to protect her hands made her palms sweat. She peeled them off and set them aside with her pruning sheers. It was getting warm. A break seemed like a good idea, have a cold drink and decide where she was going to work next.

The thought caused her gaze to go to the old pergolla and the wild roses growing beneath it. The bramble was high as her head and filled the entire space. The realtor had insisted the pergolla was sound, it just needed cleaned up. Like so much of the rest of the property. That was one reason it had been such a steal. A real fixer-upper.

She had been working for weeks to clean up the back garden, but she had avoided the pergolla. Something about it made her uneasy. Now as she stood looking at it she felt a pull, a gentle tugging behind her navel, drawing her closer. Her feet moved without her consent until she was standing in the shade of the wooden structure with it's mass of flower bushes. Flowers that smelled so sweet...wild roses growing strong and tall...thorns so sharp...

Stinging pain in her hands brought her back to herself. Her hands were filled with branches torn from the bramble, the flesh pierced by the thorns and bleeding. She dropped them and took a step back, her mind whirlling with when and why.

Again, the feeling of being watched. Stronger this time. It sent a chill down her spine and sent her eyes darting nervously. Her gaze settled on a hole in the bramble, a hole she must have cleared herself, and met a stoney stare.

She stepped close again and reached out. She couldn't seem to stop herself. Her bloodied hand brushed a cheek, cold and smooth as marble. Perhaps it was marble. The features were somber, yet handsome. The eyes seemed to stare into hers, questioning. She framed the stone face with both palms, not caring that her blood colored his cheeks. She wasn't thinking about what she was doing. She felt compelled, drawn to lean closer and press the warm flesh of her lips to the cold stone of his.

Warmth flared from her palms and for a moment it almost seemed as if the lips beneath hers softened, parted. Her palms stung. Startled she jerked away, stumbled, and sat down on the hard ground.

It was just her imagination. That's all it could be. Statues didn't move. She scrambled backward several inches before lunging to her feet and dashing into the house.

It was just her imagination. Statues didn't move...and she hadn't seen her blood absorbed into chiseled cheeks or a wicked spark gleam from stone eyes...."

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Small wolfling comes trotting through woods, over hill and dale, golden brown eyes gleaming happily. No time to really visit but I want her to know...that I see her, I miss her.

I make it to the porch and shift to brown nude girl. Applying dark red lipstick to my mouth, I kiss her door and leave a sprig of lilac behind...and then I mist away...After all, she might be busy and I do NOT want to intrude.

 

[dragonrazor]

*slips in, setting out pies*

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*A tremble of air...a scent longed for...but I feel her...

A sigh...just a breath of a wish...time seems to always be against us here...and I miss her...

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

From my humble home, I walk into another set of woods, these far more mystical and light than my own. I had stopped by here, from time to time but I never stayed. Too many things to do, too many Real World issues to tend to. I had hoped to spend time with her, just a few moments...but even now, i could feel the pull of the RW, calling me away.

I reached her clearing, my eyes going to the well missed cabin, wondering if my Muse was still inside. I didn't wait, I couldn't. Instead I climbed the stairs leading to the front door and reached for her hidden key. Maybe she would show before I disappeared. I could hope, I could only pray, that that was what happened.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

From my humble home, I walk into another set of woods, these far more mystical and light than my own. I had stopped by here, from time to time but I never stayed. Too many things to do, too many Real World issues to tend to. I had hoped to spend time with her, just a few moments...but even now, i could feel the pull of the RW, calling me away.

I reached her clearing, my eyes going to the well missed cabin, wondering if my Muse was still inside. I didn't wait, I couldn't. Instead I climbed the stairs leading to the front door and reached for her hidden key. Maybe she would show before I disappeared. I could hope, I could only pray, that that was what happened.

*footsteps on the porch...the key in the lock...

Pushing the sheer curtains aside I step from the sleeping alcove, eyes trained on the door....watching...waiting...*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I enter, head up, nostrils sniffing lightly. Head turns. There. There she is.

"Coming out to give me kisses before i have to run away?"

 

[Daydream_weaver]

Yes...

*without another word I cross to stand close to her...as close as I can be without touching...and then one step closer into the warmth of her body, hands reaching out to rest at her waist.

A kiss....just one....*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Arms pull her close, closer, until we are belly to belly. My head raises, soft lips meet hers, tongue tips touch. She tastes of tea and honey and all things feminine. I want to eat her up...but I will have to hold off. save it until I am free, until we both are.

Hands rise, anchoring themselves in the spill of her hair, wrapping the light strands tightly. Holding her there by sheer force. Keeping her close. Finally, the kiss breaks and I step away.

Thank you.

I disappear, just as quickly as I had appeared. Taking her taste, her caring, her presence...with me...into the RW.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I am here. Has been months. Months without her presence. Without her grace. Without the taste of her upon my lips, the feel of her beneath my hands. The sound of her in my ears.

I am here.

She had given me a key, long and long ago. Told me where to find her spare. I know where. The door opens, softly, quietly, on hinges that are too well tended, even now, to squeak.

I am here.

Fingers weave a mystical pattern. Lighting her fire place, clearing the dust away. Placing the scent of her Wolf...in the home we have taken such delight in.

I am here.

Now where oh where, is she?

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*standing in the dark, just within the treeline, I look toward the small cabin that has been my refuge and smile...it has been so long abandoned but now there is the flickering light of a fire showing at the windows.

I step out from the trees, the collar of my long coat pulled up around my neck against the chill of the night. My feet carry me swiftly over the ground and up onto the porch....the door swings open at a small flick of my fingers and I am across the threshold.

My heart warms at the sight of her...here...

My coat drops from my shoulders, misting away until needed and I take a step toward her...cautious when what I want is to fly into her arms...ice blue eyes gleam hungrily as I take her in...*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Her scent hits my nose before her actual appearance~musk, vanilla, a hint of snowy nights. And then, she is before me, in her own home, her body barely concealed beneath the clothes she wears.

The coat dissolves. But I am used to that. She has magic. She IS magic. But, she looks so lost, wary, alone. That won't do. Not here, not with me. Not in this place where we learned to know and care for one another.

"Hello, Muse of Mine.

One step. Another. And soon, I am before her, pulling her near, wrapping my arms around her form, inhaling the scent I have missed far too often for far too long. This is MINE. She is MINE...right now, just MINE.

Lips brush hers, once. Again.

"Did you come to help me keep you warm, love?"

 

[Daydream_weaver]

I've been cold such a very long time, my Wolf...

*fingers trace along her collar bone and up the sides of her neck...cool and soft against her skin*

Will you share your warmth, the fire you carry within?

*as I press close to her the bits of cloth covering my body whisper away leaving only pale flesh...this is as it should be, here in this place, nothing to hinder her or keep her from what is hers*

I have missed you, my Wolf...

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Her nudity, her soft words. She needs...Me. And I can give her that. Right now. She can soothe this ache inside of me...and I can warm her pretty, pale flesh. Because I have missed her. Because I need the things she does, for me, with me, to me. Because, she is Mine.

I lead us into her living room where the fire crackles merrily and settle the two of us on the couch, her over my lap, her gorgeous little butt in the air. A small hand caresses the soft expanse of her flesh. Stroking. Teasing. Dipping between slightly parted thighs to scoop sweetness from the cunning cleft between them.

My voice hits her ear...low, soft, alto, seductive.

I will share with you, sweetness. I will warm you. After all, I have missed you just as much.

Hand retreats, goes back to stroking, caressing. Nails and fingertips press into the flesh before moving upward, to the small of her back. The other hand, holds her steady, keeps her from moving away, from escaping, from leaving. I want to warm her...and this is what I know.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Her hand is warm, her nails sharp skimming over my skin. My back arches under her touch, testing the strength of her hand, feeling the pressure keeping me where I want to be, where I need to be...for us both.

Stretching my arms out before me I drag my nails over the cloth of the sofa cushion, a soft purr vibrating in my throat.

Warm me she does, brings me to life...and I wish to be something for her...a release she needs, a distraction...a soothing balm for her soul*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Pretty purring Muse, laying across my lap like a gift from the Gods who know when too much has been had. My lips touch the spot in the center of her back, my body bent over hers in an oddly endearing way. She tastes...sweet. Very sweet.

Flip over pretty and then lay back, on the couch....

My voice is a low growl...but she knows it, she expects to hear it.

And is there a crop here...something small...or maybe a rope...

A low laugh that echoes into the silence...

Do you have some toys for me to help warm you, my Muse?

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*a shiver passes through me at the timber of her voice and a knowing smile curves my lips, how I love to cause my Wolf to growl. I turn and rest my body back on the sofa, arms above my head to leave me on display for her*

The crop you once gave me is there...

*eyes flick to the small coffee table close by and the top slides back revealing the space beneath*

As well as the wheel, so sharp and shiny, and perhaps a few other things you might find useful...

*I stretch, my breasts rising and falling with each breath, my thighs sliding against each other like a whisper of silk. Already I ache for her, the burn beginning to simmer low in my belly. I want her...*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Her words remind me of the toys I had left to her. Standing up, I drag one hand over her flesh, nails leaving red marks in the skin. Clothing is stepped out of, dispensed with, until I am just as nude as she is. All five feet nothing of me~soft curves and muscled thighs.

Fingers open the drawer and pull out the crop, the wheel. This is all I need. No more words, not just yet. I kneel beside the couch and allow my eyes to gaze their fill. She is so pretty. So perfectly curved, so sweet. A hand reaches out, the wheel held steady. And then...first contact. Pressing down, leaving red tracks in the skin of her belly.

Beautiful.

What do you want, my Muse?

Wheel travels upward, over a breast, teasing the pink nipple, touching her collar bone.

Tell me.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*breath quickens as her nails trace a path. My eyes flash, watching as each inch of her is revealed. The tip of my tongue peeks out to moisten my bottom lip. Does she know she haunts my dreams? Does she know how she makes me hunger?

The wheel catches the light of the fire as she brings it forward and I follow her movement. It connects, sharp and cold drawing a low hiss from between my teeth. I see the tracks, the tiny red dots on my moon pale stomach, and I bite down on my lip to keep back a moan.

What do I want? I can't think...I am losing myself to sensation. What do I want?

The shiny wheel moves higher, a nipple hardens. Gooseflesh races...down my arms, across my chest and along my hips...and her hand rolls the wheel.*

Mark me, my Wolf...mark me again?

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Her words are what I need to hear. So many times, the people I play with, the women I know, they expect gentleness when I do not have it to give. They expect softness when that is NOT what I need to give to them. She knows me. If she wants my mark, it is because she needs the connection that mark will leave behind. If I mark her, it will be because I need to...to remind her that here, in this place, at this time...just like always...she belongs to me.

I laugh, softly. My voice beyond husky, beyond deep, verging on growling. A mark? But where. I have a bit of time. Moving slightly, I retrace the route the wheel had picked earlier, over breast and belly before going further~over the swell of a hip and then inward toward the sweetness of her thigh. Further...over the knee and shin, where the bone rises so close to the surface that one wrong move could mar her skin's soft perfection.

And still I think...mark her, but where?

Finally, when I am weak with the need to do more, give more, I stand up and reach for the crop. This is what I need to hear. The sound of it flying through the air, the sharp smack as it hits her flesh. I need that.


Stand up pretty. Bend over. hands on the arm of the couch, legs spread...and breathe

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*I lay still, so very still, watching her hand. I ache, but I do not move. I am her palette. It is not something I have wanted before, not something I have craved from another, but with her there is always a need, a desire for more. I know she feels it in me, the way I feel it in her.

I lay so very still...but I can feel the quivering inside me. There is still an element of nervousness as the sharp tines travel over my skin, but I know I am safe in her hands...and I want this. I want more.

When she moves from the sofa I bite back a soft sound of protest, and then I hear her words. Heat washes over me, instantly melting me to the core. I feel the wetness gather, know the scent of my need is heavy on the air. I move as she commands...quickly, gracefully rising to stand at the end of the sofa. Feet slide apart and I bend at the waist, my hands gripping the arm of the sofa. I let my head hang, my silvery hair hiding my flushed face.

I take a deep breath and slowly let it out...waiting...*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I watch her, as she moves. Her body gleams in the firelight and I want to kneel behind her, running my fingers over the flesh she shows to me..but I don't. Instead, I take a step back. Another. The crop swishes through the air as I remember the heft, the sound, the motion.

Finally, the first swing. The first connection, a loud sound. It echoes through the room and leaves me grinning, happily. Another. Another. Faster and faster. Until my hand is a blur in the low light and the smacking sound begins to resemble a drum roll. Her pretty butt is cherry red. Gorgeous.

I drop the crop and kneel then, my mouth going from one cheek to the other, placing soft kisses on delicate marks. Fingers caress the sting away as my mouth moves ever upward, soothing, licking, tasting, remembering.

Finally, i rise to my feet and turn her to face me...

Sit for me, pretty. Thighs wide. Scoot out, so that I can slip easily between your thighs and taste you...just a small one...to remind myself of the way you melt on my tongue...

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*My eyes close. I don't need to see, I can feel the heat of her behind me. Another breath, deep and calm, and a slow exhale. I hear the swish as the crop cuts through the air...a shiver and another deep calming breath

Teeth clench together as the first blow falls, but I make no sound, not now. The sting is bittersweet and my body welcomes each blow. At first I try to keep count but soon lose the ablity and all I can think is...another... The sting becomes heat, each time the crop connects with my skin a lick of flame. My legs begin to tremble and I grip the armrest tighter. I need this...we need this...

I don't know when the blows stop, all I feel is the heat of their passing...and then her kisses, her caring touch. It is almost my undoing. My teeth grip my lip hard as a tear squeezes between closed lids and drips onto the sofa.

I feel her hands on me, turning my body. Her words touch me and the trembling becomes shaking. I am grateful to be able to sink to the soft cushions of the sofa and yet hesitant. I can feel each mark she has left. Gingerly I sit, just at the very edge of the cushion, my thighs opening for her. I know what she will find, know that I am beyond wet.

I look up at her, eyes fever bright, and offer a tremulous smile as another tear slides down my cheek*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I lean in, my body pressing into hers. One hand cups her wetness, teases the hardened bud of flesh, peeking at me from between pouting, puffy, nether lips. She is drenched. Her body riding an edge that can not be seen, only felt.

It won't take long to bring her, with me.

The other hand, rises, to stroke the tears from her cheeks. I smile at her, my own eyes wet and gleaming, my mouth open slightly. She makes me happy. I am content here. With her. Always with her. My head drifts up, far enough to bless her mouth with a kiss.

Finally, I stop. Speak.

Tis late, My Muse...and you know what I want to hear. And once I hear it, you know what i want you to do...sleep...but first...let me hear you.

Head dips, hands grip, spread. Tongue slips out to run along wet slit, savoring each sweet tang. And when I tire of teasing, I set to, with a will. Hands gripping hard enough to bruise, and tongue slipping round and round, flicking, fast then slow...until I find a rhythm and stick there. Pulling her up, tugging her toward the cliff...so that I can push her over...