Luna_Wolf72
CinnaWolf circa 2023
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- Mar 27, 2003
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After spending the day in the RW and dropping in and out of my fantasy, I come back to my Den. I don't particularly want to talk to anyone, not really. Instead, I want to think on the past scene that occurred in my sacred space, maybe clean things up for my next visit. I am missing someone, but there is nothing I can do about that. Some people need to be missed, thought about and dealt with from a distance. I have discovered that I need the distance...I need to not think about what I am missing.
Stripping down to just my boxer briefs and black sports bra, I start cleaning, vacuuming the carpet in the main room, using clean white chamois cloth to dust all the racks and toys. I turn on a few lamps, making my way from one end of the room to the other until I am at the door to the back room, the special room. I pause and light a few sandalwood cones, placing them in brass burners before opening the door and stepping through.
Vanilla, musk, sandalwood, sex...all those scents slap my face when I walk in, making my knees weak with wanting. I shake the longing away and begin to pick up, breaking the remains of the white candle to dispose of, cleaning my egg with alcohol, and all the other things I should have done when Weaver left. I returned things to their proper places, locking my toy chest when I was finished. Then I stripped the bed, putting fresh black silk sheets on it. Finally, I scrubbed the massage table and spent time cleaning my cross. A quick vacuum and more sandalwood...and my space was just mine, once more. I missed her scent, but I knew she would return eventually. I could wait until then.
Finally, I returned to the main room and sank onto a cushion, allowing my eyes to drift closed as I relaxed into the silence.
Stripping down to just my boxer briefs and black sports bra, I start cleaning, vacuuming the carpet in the main room, using clean white chamois cloth to dust all the racks and toys. I turn on a few lamps, making my way from one end of the room to the other until I am at the door to the back room, the special room. I pause and light a few sandalwood cones, placing them in brass burners before opening the door and stepping through.
Vanilla, musk, sandalwood, sex...all those scents slap my face when I walk in, making my knees weak with wanting. I shake the longing away and begin to pick up, breaking the remains of the white candle to dispose of, cleaning my egg with alcohol, and all the other things I should have done when Weaver left. I returned things to their proper places, locking my toy chest when I was finished. Then I stripped the bed, putting fresh black silk sheets on it. Finally, I scrubbed the massage table and spent time cleaning my cross. A quick vacuum and more sandalwood...and my space was just mine, once more. I missed her scent, but I knew she would return eventually. I could wait until then.
Finally, I returned to the main room and sank onto a cushion, allowing my eyes to drift closed as I relaxed into the silence.
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