Sasha's Dream Beach (By Invitation Only)

*sitting in Luna's lap, meeting her eyes and nodding, stroking soft skin of her neck*

I do, very much. I've wondered over the last few posts if I made it more emotional that it should be, so early in the story. The contract seems to bring it back to reality, where it should be. *shrugs*
 
*stands up, grasping Luna's hand and leads her into the cabana, cool, comfortable and dry, onto the small bed, better to cuddle on*
 
Actually, sweetness, the best D/s relationships are emotional. That's where the connection STARTS.

The contract is a concrete way to express what both sides expect. For Lorena? The contract is a step toward not getting her heart broken....though who knows how the rest of the story will play out?

The contract sets a time limit, gives an idea of what should be done as opposed to what shouldn't be.

Lorena is trying to still see herself as the teacher, the Top who is training a perfect bottom, a perfect submissive...for some one else. Whether that remains the case is up to the two of us and up to the way we craft the story.

Another tight squeeze...
 
*squeezes back and can't resist nibbling on an earlobe and underneath*

I think after the introduction party, Amanda will want to check herself too, and sees the time limit as a way to gauge how the relationship will move forwards.

I think it may be worthwhile to introduce Amanda to other Top, for comparison, when the time is right. One doesn't always make the best choice with just one option, especially with something as serious as a long-term Domme...

And I don't know where I want the story to go. I've talked with Thyri about the story she and I are writing, and we've diagrammed a few possible endings. I don't want to do that here.
 
I have plans on inviting a guest writer for that~male...one of three possibles. We will see how that works once we get started on the next part of their journey, poppet.

A sigh, a tight squeeze, a soft kiss...
 
I won't say anymore. *smiles, and cuddles, caressing gently, quietly, enjoying the soft silence, and laying so that you can sleep if you wish*
 
Leaning back, with a poppet in my arms, eyes close...

Good. I like quiet girls....

especially quiet girls who know when to let the story unfold at it's own pace....
 
Leaning back, with a poppet in my arms, eyes close...

Good. I like quiet girls....

especially quiet girls who know when to let the story unfold at it's own pace....

Letting a story unfold is A LOT easier when you have complete trust in your writing partner in terms of ideas, pace, etc, like I do with you.

And I'm a quiet girl, in real life. I can't help letting it come out in my characters too.

*closes my eyes, wishing I could nap, breathing deeply*
 
A light blush heats my cheeks. Sasha does that to me alot...

I will be crafting our wake up morning post once I get home from work and unwind. I wanted to get your ideas before i worked on moving us forward....

Soft voice singing into tousled hair, deep and husky and soothing...
 
YAY!! I have a guest writer for your other Dominant when the time comes....

*does a happy little wiggle*:heart:
 
*body slowly relaxing completely, limp, murmuring and snuggling to the perfect spot and sighing*

I'm always glad to offer thoughts if it helps with the story.

*still thinking why the wolf in my dreams was white as snow, and what to make of it grabbing a rabbit by the scruff of the neck, hoping I dream it again*
 
*putting up a sign that says KEEP OUT, at the edge of the beach, by the trees, and going into my cabana, laying quietly, trying to gather my thoughts together. I want to write, but all the stories are updated.

I have other ideas, ideas I want to explore, but they aren't for strangers, new writers. I need someone I trust to truly let my ideas flow.

sighs.*
 
*walking down the beach, held in a warm blanket which trails on the sand, leaving a strange jagged wake as I take care not to walk into the surf.

It's a bright day, but I see none of the sun, as the world seems dark today. Good news doesn't come, not this year. It's all bad, it's starting to be overwhelming. Small comforts don't work anymore. Words don't come as easily, and I fear it will affect the stories.

I feel like a break might be warranted, but I'm not sure.

I sigh as I walk into the shade of a palm and lean against it's rough trunk*
 
A lone figure steps from the trees and wanders down the shore line toward a lonely figure. I hadn't seen her and I worried. Now she is in her home but I am unsure if I should approach or leave her to her thoughts. I shift to four footed form and lay down, my nose toward the figure and the waves. If she wants me, all she has to do is say. I will come.
 
*I turn, just to gaze back along my wake. I see the Wolf, soft, furred and beautiful, and I beckon, needing the heat and musk and protection of the strong, four-footed one*
 
Without shifting back to brown girl, I pad forward, slowly, steadily, until I can curl myself around her. My tail wags gently brushing her back and my muzzle is in her lap. A long pink tongue tastes her skin, golden eyes stare up at her. She is hurting...and lost...and I wish I could help. Being four foot is better for this. Two feet isn't what she needs....
 
*I look down into the wild, yet soulful eyes, caressing soft, warm fur, and smile weakly. I lean forward and kiss between the perked ears, then drape myself over, wrapping my arms around the strong body. Heavy thudded heartbeats, stronger than my own, the sound of husky breath. I pull the blanket over myself so that I only feel warmth, letting the tears flow*
 
Not wanting her to cry but unable to help, I stretch myself out, full length, pressing my warm furry body against hers. One paw finds it's way to her side...and I whimper growl, low in my throat. I want to sing to her, help her...I can not. So I give voice to her hurt with a low howl. I wish I could help.
 
*taking deep breaths as I let out the emotion, that's what I need, since there isn't anything I can do. Luna presence is what I need from her, and she is here*

Someone close to me is ill. I prayed last night, something I haven't done in years, but it's the closeness of someone else that lets me cry. That's what you're giving me, Luna.

*kissing the fur on her neck, and clutching*
 
Head nodding. I understand that. Gods do I ever. I allow her to have her emotion and remain, silent, still, and furred. When she wants words, she can tell me so. Until then, I will be her guardian wolf.
 
*taking long moments to feel strength and serenity next to me, but after a more genuine and real smile, I kiss between the ears and whisper*

Thank you, beautiful Wolf, but I think I'd like two-footed Luna. So I can nibble on her neck as a thank you.
 
Her husky words, lightly spoken, let me know that shifting is now possible. With a bone cracking yawn...I stand and pad away, just a few feet, allowing the mist to rise and take my four footed form away. Then I am me~two feet, brown skin, nude.

"Better?"

I move back to her side, curling one arm round her shoulders, smiling at her.
 
*tossing away the blanket, laying a hand on a soft breast, nibbling the spot right below the ear, and sighing, cheeks still a little wet*

I just needed a quick cry. I feel a bit better. How is the writing coming?
 
Right now? Not so great...but that is the fault of the drugs I am on...and not the fact that I have no words. I do have the words they just...don't make sense.

Cuddling her close to me, one hand stroking her back. Head dips, tongue teases her ear lobe for but a moment before retreating.

I had been thinking of my little sister and my mum a bunch recently. My sister died at 12 from Leukemia. My mother passed away from heart troubles at 51. And sometimes all you can do is cry out at the unfairness of it.

Another tight squeeze..

So if you ever need me to be quiet so that you can cry it out, say so. I will be here.
 
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