Luna's Haven~closed save for invitees.

[Luna_Wolf72]

He fades away and my body drops toward the couch until I am curled up in the spot where he sat. I inhale his scent, run a pink tongue over my lips to capture the taste of his mouth.

I will wait until the next time I see him...and then I will cuddle him until he is too scared to move.

With that thought, I stand up, stretch and head outside. Going to be a long day.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Home again. I enter into my haven and glance toward the living room. Gray and the cat are there, gazing at me with wild eyes.

You back? Good. Too long since you spent any time here.

"I know Gray, I know. But you should know how I am wired, better than anyone else. I don't visit when I am down. I withdraw."

His head bows and then he flops onto the floor. The cat. Sunrise, looks at me through those pale golden eyes. His voice is abrupt.

And you thought you did not have a cat in trapped with in your heart? How funny. Only felines know that to withdraw when one is hurting is a smart thing, a needful thing. Silly two legged wolf.

I can only smile. Maybe it's true or maybe my cat is the thing that keeps me close to my twin. I give a light shrug and move toward the couch, carrying my lap top. I have words owed. And I have the time to write them.

Life is good.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

The padding of bare feet.
Click of claws.
A low growling greeting.
A purring growling yowl...

I am home.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

The house is clean.

My home smells of vanilla, sandalwood. Candles and oil lamps are burning, filling the cabin with gorgeous flickering hues. Upstairs? The bed covers are pulled back, the tub filled with sandalwood scented bubbles. The basement door is closed. Locked. No violent pleasures for this evening. Not tonight. Only a meeting between old friends.

A beginning. a discovery.

I am scared.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Two towels are laid on the heated towel rack. Two new loofahs are placed on their respective holders. Two glasses filled with sparkling wine, await two different sets of lips.

I am still scared.

Shorts are adjusted. Curls are twirled. Eyes glance hither, thither and yon. I hope he likes it. I hope he can be comfortable here.

Sign appears at the end of the lane that leads to my Haven.

Do Not Enter. Private party occurring. Come back later.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

For a moment I stand outside the door. The woman behind it is small, beautiful and willing. And this will be the first time. I would normally have a script, have something in mind to say or be or do. To chameleon into what she wants.

I have no script.

The moment lasts, longer than I want, or would expect, longer than what I would wish it to. Until finally I turn the tiny key that appeared in my hand and walk into her home. Smelling the little I can, and getting her.

Focusing onto her. My every bit of attention coming to the beauty in front of me. Alpha. Luna.

I sweep forward to touch her cheek, rest my hand on her hip and bring it to her lower back. And Kiss her. With the passion that's gone into 6 years of wanting, and talking and fantasies.

Hello.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

He opens the door. Tall. Limber. Muscled. Hair gleaming in the candle light, oil light. My mouth is dry and I don't know what to do or say. Not really. I am not meeting him as a Queen nor an Alpha.

I am meeting him as me. Small, brown, worried. I have wanted him in a small way...and then a large way... for a very long time so it is imperative that this works. It is important. So important.

He steps forward, long arms enclosing me in an embrace, stubbled face brushing mine, soft lips tasting my own. I rise up on tip toe, pressing tightly, allowing myself the chance to just revel in the glory that is...HIM.

Hello yourself, dear one.

I can only rest against him, look up and up to see the curve of his cheek, the sweep of his hair, the slightly worried frown that mars the perfection of his facial features.

I don't have a plan, you know? I want you to be safe here. Welcome here. Happy here but I don't have a plan.

An almost inaudible sigh.

So, come drink with me...for just this little while. Come sit with me and let me learn you, please?

 

[chronicle_tenko]

"Of course."

It's too natural for me to let her lead. To want her to dictate what's going on, and what will happen. When and how I will walk, talk, react. Even touch her.

I shiver internally, and remember that I can touch her. Fingers gently reach to touch the small of her back, to guide her, and to feel connection.

"Whatever my lady fair would desire."

A seat, taken gently, and immediately I reach to touch her. To place my arm around her. Protective, comforting. Comforted. reaching for wine and first giving her a glass, then myself. Waiting for her. Admiring her, the smile on my face small, but noticeable. The hook of my features. I shaved, styled. My worry is there, but she makes it stop.

"Anything at all."

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

The wine is sweet, slightly fizzy. His arm curls about me, holding me close to his side, finger tips stroking soft skin. Soothing me. keeping me sane. Focused. My heart beat slows into a more normal rhythm as I sip and watch him from beneath lowered lashes.

He looks good. Good enough to eat at any rate. But that is just part and parcel of my inner Wolf, not the ME I want him to know. Not the ME that has wanted this for so very long. One hand reaches for a strawberry, dips it into heated, melted chocolate and proffers it to him with a grin.

"Then I desire you to eat this. And when we are done sipping and eating, my desire is a bath...so that I can touch you, stroke you, feel you...all slippery...before you do the same for me."

My face feels as if it is on fire, but I am smiling because he allows me to be dominant without dominating HIM. And sometimes a girl just needs to be a girl, even a toppy girl needs to JUST be a normal female from time to time...and it is him. He has always had the ability to make me smile. He has been my friend, my confidante, my partner in crime...for a very long time.

"Drink up...and while you do so...tell me anything at all about you...favorite color? Favorite music? Favorite food? Whether you wear boxers or briefs?"

The smile turns flirtatious and I can't help but to lean forward, brushing my lips along the curve of his throat. Tasting the flesh just there. Teeth long to bite...but I fight it off. Not yet. Not tonight.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

That smile. Melting me as surely as the chocolate, wrapping me like I am the strawberry. I open my mouth.

Just open and resist the urges. To kneel before she feeds me. To Lick her fingers or bite them gently. To pass the taste back into her mouth. Simple, the hardest action being none, as I relax and let her feed me. Gently inclining my neck to bite the berry in her fingers.

"MMMmm"

That's so good. So very tasty, in fact. The berry and explosion in my mouth, and I still need to let my tongue dart out quickly and catch the juices that drip over my lips.

Her smile makes me smile, as does her description of the night's featured activities. I sip. Slowly, for the sparkle, letting it fizz along my tongue. Before I answer her questions. Opening my mouth to shut it again as she kisses my throat, and I bare it. Unable to resist that urge. With a deep grin, I pull her atop my lap, and for just a moment it's perfect. Before I open my mouth.

"Blue. Navy or cobalt. Like my eyes." I grin softly as my hand runs over her knee, and the other along her back. Gentle strokes, up and down, pressing my advantage and my luck.

"People say I like sad songs but I enjoy songs with meaning. I don't care if it's Johnny Cash or Joey Ramone, or Zack De La Rocha or Eminem. But I have a special place in my heart for a throaty woman's voice, and a driving guitar line. Something simple and filling. Like me, and like food."

I smile. Food being that thing that I enjoy too much, and not enough.

"A roast. Just tender beef, mashed potatoes, corn, with butter on it. Or all those things in Shepherd's pie. I like simple fare."

Finally my grin lights my entire face, softening it, taking ten years from my eyes. "And you will find out what kind of Underwear I prefer before that bath. so there should be some surprises. Now what about you? Music? Food? How ever you walk a mile or more in high heels?"

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I watched him take the berry from my fingers. His enjoyment was evident in the sparkle of his eyes and the curve of his lips, in the low murmur of sound and the dart of his tongue as he caught the sweetness that tried to escape.

Inner walls fluttered at that. Pinkness~pointed and slick. I wanted, but rushing never did anything but screw things up...and we had time. I had waited this long. What were a few more hours?

His hands tug me into his lap and I feel~small, wanted, cared for, girly. I like that feeling. It's rare, at least for me. My eyes focus upon his mouth, upon his smile~ and his words come with gentle exhalations. Telling me things that I want to know, bringing an answering quirk of my lips~ whenever he smiles at me. I want to capture his words with my mouth and make them a part of me.

Instead I nod and relax under his questing, stroking fingers. I listen. I learn. Until he says something that brings a gurgle of laughter bubbling up from the depths of my belly.

"Ah, a man of mysteries. I never knew."

I giggle and lean in pressing my mouth to his cheek, his chin, his throat, his temple. Finally, long moments later~ mouths meet in a soft, sweet, delicate kiss. He tastes of chocolate and strawberries, of sweetness and something just a bit tart. My tongue slips along his bottom lip, savoring his taste.

Hands twine through the length of his hair. I break the kiss when I become breathless.

"Answers? I can give you some..."

Mouth nibbles along his jaw line.

"Music? I am an old school R and B fanatic. Late 80's, early 90's. Songs that said something. I love old Motown~Temptations, Four Tops, Supremes, Dells, Marvin Gaye, Smokey Robinson."

Teeth taste his pulse, the one that beats steadily at the base of his neck.

"Conversely, I am also a fan of the early grunge, alt rock, punk. I was a skater girl for years so I grew up on Soft Cell, The Ramones, The Cure, The Cult, Nirvana...the list is endless. Music has to move me, it has to mean something, even if it what it means is filled with rage and anger and pain."

Another soft kiss, another strawberry dipped in chocolate and placed against his lips.

"Food? We are alike in that. I love very simple things~crisp bacon, home made mashed potatoes, baked chicken breast. Apple pie a la mode. I am a southern girl at heart so I need things that make me feel comfy inside. Food that fills and comforts, all at once. Nothing tastes as good to me as fresh corn on the cob...dripping with butter."

I watch as he takes a bite of strawberry before I pop the remainder into my own mouth.

"As for the mile plus hike in four inch heels? I stripped for two years. Danced for 6 to 9 hours a night in 6 inch heeled boots. A mile is easy...and my ass looks awesome when I walk in them."

I take the last sip of my wine and lean back, placing the empty glass on the table. My eyes search his~light brown to blue.

"Ready to come upstairs? The water is waiting."

 

[chronicle_tenko]

I listen. Intent, rapt, and able to for years. Listen as she speaks about her music. Her life, and work. Nod when she mentions Motown, the Supremes. About Music that spoke to her, and I miss her teeth until the touch my pulse, when my hands spasm for her, and I moan just so. And growl softly as she mentions anger and pain.

"Rage Against The Machine. Polemic, and not at all romantic, and I can't stop listening to them. To the fierce ideals, and the anti corporate message. The destructive distortion. The melodies of the oppressed. It's important to have people who say no."

I open my mouth for the strawberry, and chew thoughtfully, watching the subtle muscles play. Gorgeous, she's just gorgeous, in oh so many subtle ways and in every way that could matter, my date is beautiful. And then she mentions stripping and how awesome her ass looks, and It is everything I can do not try and stare, not feel it on my lap, not poke her leg with something innapropriate for this section of evening.

I feed her a strawberry. Chocolate like her, and watch her chew, Sipping my wine in contentment as my hand creeps upon her thigh. I finish as she tosses hers back, and suddenly her smile is wicked, her eyes are on mine, and I remember why this woman is a wolf on two legs.

"Ready to come upstairs? The water is waiting."

"Then we should go. We wouldn't want it getting cold."

With a toss the drink in my hand disappears before I set the fine glass down. Then with a short ready I stand and take my lovely date into my arms. Carrying her slight frame with ease. Arms cradling her under the joints at her knees and and across her shoulders. Waiting to see if she'd snuggle close to me. Wrap her arms around my neck.

It didn't matter we were close. Touching, and I could feel her, smell her. I could almost taste her. Then my lips found hers and I could. Fruit and wine and passion and wanting. My eyes refusing to close. Not just for the trip to the floor it would mean, but because I didn't want to lose her face. Up the stairs, and towards the doors, Touching each one gently with my foot until I find the right one. Carrying her across her home. Listening to each story of each relic and item. What they meant, and who brought them. Until finally the bath beckoned. Still steaming. Loofahs waiting. I lowered her. regretfully. Mournfully.

And stood, Removing my shirt in a practiced simple motion. Lines of hair and scars and muscle.

"Who's getting in first?"

Paused Until Further Notice.​

 

[Daddi_DJ]

Later

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

**Resumption**​

It felt like an eternity has come and gone while we spoke, getting connected. Some people do connection through music, others through written words or whispers. I do it through scent. NOTHING smells as good as a well loved friend when they are completely relaxed. If that friend happens to come from colder climes, be masculine in the extreme, slightly edgy, a natural switch? Getting that friend relaxed takes real effort.

He is worth all the effort.

Worth all the worry and planning and striving and waiting.

I know it when he speaks on his musical tastes~the longing for uninhibited rage~ I feel it when he scoops me up and carries me toward the stairs, his head inclined toward mine. I sense it in the rise of his personal body odor~ a scent like lightening and early morning rain, like vast groves and base animal musk. It makes my heart light.

Makes me grin~that grin. The one that says "You are dinner, but I am totally willing to play with my food for a long while."

His mouth brings a low whimper growl. A kiss and we both stare...because closing your eyes on something this good...is silly. I am NOT silly...usually.

Eventually, he releases me, settling me to the ground and stripping his shirt away. His words take a moment to register but that does not matter, at all. I am feasting on flesh. Each muscle, each scar. His tummy is mostly flat, his chest is broad, his arms are well muscled, firm. Beautiful.

"Who's getting in first?"

Copper brown eyes gaze avidly and I know my lips are turned upward in that small grin. I can't help it. I want to see all of him.

"You are. After all I am just a small thing and can fit in after you get comfy...plus...I gotta know about the boxers or briefs question."

I stalk near him, one small hand out to run pointed nails over pale flesh. From chest to belly. From belly to throat.

"Don't mind me, I am just gonna...watch."

 

[chronicle_tenko]

"You are. After all I am just a small thing and can fit in after you get comfy...plus...I gotta know about the boxers or briefs question."

She grins, and it's that particular grin from powerful women that turns my knees to jello, and makes me remember how good it feels to kneel. The one that makes me feel like food. No matter how strong, how quick, and how powerful I am, that's the little things that tell me I am not an Apex predator. It makes me feel good. Makes everything feel right.

I'm grinning though, cocky and controlled, Touching on the flaps of my jeans, about to unfasten the button, and push the zipper down, to bend and answer her question, in the most dramatic way. When nails scratch down my chest to my belly, and trail back up. Making me arch my neck as she touches my throat, high above her. Leaving me shivering.

"Don't mind me, I am just gonna...watch."

"Like hell you are. Watch is something you don't do. Tease dangerously is something I think will be happening. Not that I don't."

My skin still feels that touch, and the simple motions to bare my lower body begin. But this is a tease. Back flat, legs planted, and the jeans push over my hips, the belt jingling as it hits the ground first. Bending down until I can palm the floor, and my knees are straight, my legs are tense, and long. Sculpted with muscle, and unwilling to change due to age. Covered in fine dark hair, and exquisite. Until you reach the one toenail, crushed and bent. The only mar to my flesh. I still wear sandals, but this small thing bothers me.

And I know it won't her. I straighten. Pose for her. And then slowly lower the Boxer briefs I have from Stanfield's. Black, and simple. Seamless and without a reach in fly. I'm naked and pressing a pair of premium cotton underwear into her hand. In the strangest gesture, I have ever shown to a date. To a woman that I was so interested in.

I'm giving her my underwear.

"My name isn't written in them or anything, but I wear these. I don't look half as good as the guy who models them though."

I Grin, and stretch. Legs spread, arms back, neck bare. Hair flowing down. Chest thrown out. A position of comfort. And then I'm walking sinking my foot into water that is just the perfect temperature to lounge in. Not so hot it will scald you, and still so warm it could lull you to sleep. I let my legs push out, and be comfortable. Arms over the tub edges. Head back. I would feel like a king.

But the woman with me is clearly more than a queen.

"So now you know."

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Perfection.

Utter and complete perfection.

I watch him as he disrobes. Positioning himself so that each muscle is shown at it's best. My eyes literally eat him alive and that grin, that grin, stays and stays and stays.

Because he has answered my question. Because he is gorgeous and here. Because he gave me his boxer briefs and he is NOT getting them back, not for all the tea in China. They are now MINE.

His words mean nothing, not really. What I rely on is his stance, his tone, his movements. I know that he is confident, pleased with himself. Happy to be here, right now, with me. I can smell it. I KNOW it.

So at first, I don't bother to respond, not with words. After all, he's right. NOW I know.

Instead, I move to the side of the tub and lean down, brushing his hair away from his forehead before replacing those locks of hair with my lips. Mouth moves to his ear and a whisper is breathed there.

"Watch me."

Stepping back to lose the tee shirt. I tug it over my head and fold it carefully before placing it on the rack, near by. Breasts seem to overflow the confines of the simple black bra I wear but it doesn't matter. After all, the clasp is nestled between heavy breasts. It takes but a moment to undo it. Soon enough, they are unbound and swaying gently. Natural 36 DD's.

Shorts are pushed down, stepped out of, picked up and folded. Only black cotton boy short panties hide me from his gaze. I feel wetness there. It gathers and pools. I ignore it. Hands go to hips. Eyes lock on his face. A grin then. Finally, a word.

"Ready?"

Panties are pushed down over thick thighs, dimpled knees, muscular calves and kicked away. Now I am just as nude as he is, just as confident, just as pleased. Stepping into the water is like coming home. I settle amid the bubbles, so that I am facing him, my hips nestled in the spot between his calves, my legs thrown over his thighs.

Bliss.

"Hm, I think...I should wash you first..."

 

[chronicle_tenko]

The water lulls me. Filling the tub a little more as I displace it, and then she is there. Beside me, with her hands on my arms, and then brushing the hair from my face. From my forehead, and kissing it. Gentle, soft, and loving, and it calms me. I loosen under her touches and only nod. Her whisper making me sit attentive. I don't want to miss a thing.

So I watch. Calm, confident, and sure, as the T shirt is folded as her muscles move, as that exquisitely cared for body reminds me how womanly it is. And then her bra vanishes. Black cups, shielding chocolate breasts. And In their glory, watching her, I stop breathing and I don't even notice. Drinking her body in is more important. Her Solid middle, those flared hips, and the nestled V of her sex. Smooth, muscled thick thighs. Things that would never tire, that would run or ride until I begged. She speaks. And I nod. Words are not something I could manage. Unless it was worship.

When her foot sinks into the water I can see her, coming into her own, and it's impossible to not be fully aroused. To not feel blood roaring through me and threatening to drown out everything else with it's thunderous pounding. She sits. She speaks, I listen, and nothing comes to my mind. Save the thought to kiss her. To reach across, Hands on the tub slip, and slowly touch the back of her skull. Cradle it in my grip, and bring her mouth to mine.

I'm partially in and out of the water. bubbles clinging as the only modicum of decency, but I don't care. I am naked in this bath with a woman so beautiful I've dreamed on her for years. And now she is naked with me. Dreams are real. And this moment is too good to waste without kissing her. Without telling her.

"You are beautiful, and I want you. I want to be exactly what you desire. I want to please you in every way you will let me. I want to pull you across me, and scrub your shoulders. And I want you to get everything that you desire."

Words explode, simply fall from my mouth until I realise how much I should shut up. I bite my lower lip. And Sit back down. Getting her comfy. Replacing her feet over my thighs.

"If it would please you to wash me first."

I am not embarrassed, just incensed. And Waiting. Patience, that famous quality I have, smashed. I want this woman, and now she knows it.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Have you ever attempted to hold a tiger by the tail? Not a tame one, a kitten who thinks of you as a parental figure? I mean the kind that looks at you through cage bars and dares you to take one step inside. The kind that knows exactly what he is and wants to help you remember it, before you die. That is what I feel like, like I am controlling the uncontrollable. Riding a roller coaster with absolutely NO braking system.

It is...glorious.

He even moves like a big cat~all subtle power and grace. He slips forward and captures me before I can think, his mouth ravishing mine. Taking my breath, my sanity, my composure~ until I don't know where he starts and I stop. His words are forced out between sharp white teeth. Bitten off.

"You are beautiful, and I want you. I want to be exactly what you desire. I want to please you in every way you will let me. I want to pull you across me, and scrub your shoulders. And I want you to get everything that you desire."

He does know how to make a woman feel...wanted. But I won't be rushed, not even if the rush is coming from inside my own body. I wait until he resettles us. I wait and watch and plan.

The next sentence tells me enough.

"If it would please you to wash me first."

A smile then, big and gleaming and happy.

"Oh yes, that would please me."

I grab a loofah and scoot forward, until I am practically on his lap, our mid parts almost touching~ thanks to the surge and eddy of the water. Small fingers search for, and find, the body wash. A generous amount is poured and soapy fingers and loofah find~shoulders, arms, chest. I work with steady strokes, from the throat down and once he is covered to the mid point of his belly, I rise, dripping water and bubbles.

"Scoot forward please so that I can start on your back...."

I don't want to give him time to think, I just want to clean, and touch and eventually taste....and he should know it.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

"Oh yes, that would please me."

I'm giddy, and I sit up a little further as she comes to me. Sits on me, so close I could just pull her in and let her feel how much I want her. But instead there's that little touch of heaven, as the soft scrape of the loofah slick with soap takes away the worries and cares I have. Leaves me focused only on the touch of her hands to my body. Of her caress through the instrument. Briefly I close my eyes to enjoy and smile. Shaking my head internally as I realise that only this woman could make me think a Loofah was an instrument.

When I open them up again, she is even lovelier. Then she stands and is glorious. Dripping, soap, and water, and if I had my way right this moment something else.

"Scoot forward please so that I can start on your back...."

For a minute I think about disobeying, about flipping over, between her legs and letting her see me that way flat formed, bridged. So taut she could sit on me. And then I am. Hands on the side of the tub, holding my body wire tight.

And waiting. Back flexed and bubble covered. Smiling. Imagining how she looks right now. Wanting her to slide up and down my spine. Each ridge washed by her thighs. But what she wants is probably even better.

"Is this good enough?"

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Oh. My.

He is laid out. Balanced. Perfect.

Soapy loofah traces flesh. Going from broad shoulders to tapered waist and back again. Long even strokes. Up and back. Over and over. The repetition soothes me. All the while he is braced. Steady. Strong. Long fingers gripping the tub. I want to cover him. I don't.

I know that my fingers tangle in the length of his hair. I know that my voice is breathy, low, husky. Verging toward nonexistent. Doesn't matter. I tug, pulling his head up and up, breaking the bridge.

"Stand up. Face away from me, please."

I want taut buttocks and long legs in my face. I want to watch him flex. I want to finish the back part of him so that I can get to the good parts. I don't want to rush.

But I want.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

That Loofah is magic, and I can feel myself melt because of it. Feel the twitch and throb of my cock as it slaps my stomach once when she grabs my hair and tugs. When her voice is in my ear, like a predatory growl. When I think of how small, and how lovely, and I'm going to listen. And she will too.

I stand, and drip. Head down, hair wet at the tips, and waiting for her touch. dripping and washing the bubbles off my bottom. hardly needing to flex the cheeks for them to look concave and muscular. But I do. And they slam tight, like a closing door. Clenching for her. Thighs that taper and bulge in all the right places. A miler's legs. Long and thick. Fighter's legs. Battered and quick.

"Like this, lovely."

Hands gather my hair, and my back flexes. Low, just above my butt. And I am showing off. But I want to. I don't want to be any less gorgeous for this woman, because she is so damn beautiful to me.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

"Yes."

Hands reach out, to stroke, to cleanse, to scrub. Loofah trails over tight ass and down long thighs. The motion becomes the reason for my being here, with him. This. This right here. The bubbles. The movement. The faint scritch of sound as the loofah removes dirt and replaces it with calm and cleanliness.

Eventually, small hand finds a dipper.

Eventually, the dipper sluices away the bubbles, the aches and pains.

Eventually, I see just plain, clean, pale, muscular flesh. Leaning in, I allow full lips to bless the rise of his buttocks.

Eventually, pointed nails stroke over the backs of strong legs.

"Turn around now."

Time for the good parts. Finally.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

It is an odd feeling for me to be washed. Especially across my legs and bottom. And I feel it, across my thighs. The strange feeling of being pampered. Of being taken care of. So simply strange and new. I have been worshipped before. had others kneel, but this feels new, feels strange and good and relaxing. Even as the water cleans me. Leaves me pale in front of her. A perfect contrast to her warm chocolate flesh.

"Turn around now."

Nothing could argue, and I would never try to. It is not a request in any sense. And I turn. Hardness throbbing against my stomach. Thick proud crown just shy of my belly button. Push. Push. The little throbs when I am so aroused it's close to pain. I can see her. Down there. And even as I tilt my head I feel like I'm looking up. Not like I'm staring at this woman who is eye level to my penis. Holding a loofah, cleaning me. Who claimed me.

"I hope it passes inspection."

I am shy. Not for the first moment nervous, but I know, I know as I stand here, naked in front of this woman. My date, My Alpha and Queen. This goddess. It will be the last time I am so nervous.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Gorgeous.

I am kneeling by his feet, looking up and up. Tight abs, lovely well muscled thighs. Legs that go on for an eternity. Even the length of him, bobbing gently, just before my eyes, is beautiful. Hard and pulsing. I want to touch. Kiss.

Savor.

Instead I wash. Loofah scrubs lower belly, upper thighs, knees, shins. I lift each foot so that I can clean the sole. I scrub the each ankle. In other words, I treat him as if he were the most precious thing in my entire universe, because right now? He is.

Finally, more body wash is poured into the palm of one small hand, the loofah is dropped, unremembered, into the water. That hand reaches for the shaft and strokes upward, leaving bubbles behind. Soon the second hand comes into play, trailing along behind the other one, gathering bubbles and cupping the soft sack of flesh that hangs delicately between splayed thighs.

Stroking.

Up and down. Nails and bubbles and just enough pressure to keep him entertained. Finally, when I can feel the faint tremors that signal imminent explosion...I stop.

A hand grips the dipper, fills it, empties it over hard flesh and long limbs~ rinsing away bubbles and other things. Twice more. Until full lips can move in to take one teeny tiny taste.

Tongue tip darts out. Takes a leisurely journey from base to crown before mouth opens wide and swallows...firm flesh perfectly shaped to fill an open mouth.

Suction.

Release.

"My turn, now."

 

[chronicle_tenko]

I need to shiver a moment. Not because I am cold but because I want the heat centered in my loins to disperse, to go back to the rest of me. To not be focused there. But on her. And it takes a moment as her hands manipulate and move me. Fondle me, wash me, and and rinse me clean. For her mouth, for those blessed few moments of suction. My lower lip is bitten, and I am surprised when I don't see blood. Then it ends, and I hear that voice. Smooth and perfect, and husky.

"My turn, now."

And for once she is wrong. It isn't. This is my turn. To lavish her, to have her, to be in almost control. To restrain myself, and focus on her.

"Lie back please."

And that motion is assisted, The soft touch of fingers against a lower back, a hand cradling her head. Moving her forward, and lifting her back at the same time. Gently resting her, and lifting her foot, her leg out of the water. Sinking to scrub the Loofah against it. Removing the old skin, the dirt, the wear and soreness.

Then taking the time to let it float, and Massaging my thumbs into her soles. Into her heels, and curving her arches. The slow stiff rolling motions of my thumbs, the pressure of my hands. Across her ankles, her tired toes. And then the other foot. One by one the same step. Creeping up until I approach thighs. Legs and muscles worked and pressed. Fingers dipping into tired flesh, and relaxing it, from the bottom up. Until I need an arm. To kiss her fingers that held me, and her palm. A puddle of wash in my hands so fingers can clean fingers. Scrub between them and up palms and arms until I reach shoulders. standing in front of you. Reaching down to massage and scrub working up her neck, and gently over her throat.

"Turn please. I need to do your back. "