Wolven Den

Quite the collection...

The box contains silk scarves, shibari rope, two or three small anal plugs, a few strap ons- different sizes, blind folds, floggers, riding crops, sharp pointy whartenberg wheels, a straight razor and low heat candles....plus whatever else I think I may need. I hear your voice and I know you are going to visit me much sooner than I either of us expect.

Oh yes, and I am proficient with everything located within.

Moving closer, my hands travel over your rear, groping and pinching, before pulling you upright and dragging you to the bed.

Get comfy...
 
A quiet yelp as your fingers pinch my behind. Glancing back at you over my shoulder before following you rapidly to the bed.

I lay on my side, sighing at the softness of it, marvelling at the size. Resting on my elbow, cushioning my cheek in the palm, eyes looking unabashedly at you, roving over your curves, smiling as they reach your face.


Thank you, again, for inviting me in...this is a very special place, I can see why you feel so comfortable in here...
 
You are welcome. I wanted to show you my place after you made me so very comfortable in yours.

A small grin before I climb up onto the bed with you. I align myself, matching your pose. I can not stop my eyes from flitting hither and yon, tracing your shape with unabashed glee. The hand that does not cup my chin, reaches out and traces your mouth, a nail whispering across pinkness.

So then, does the idea of watching yourself get off embarass you? I have a bit of a mirror fetish....and I love it when women watch as they fall apart from my hands and mouth...
 
I kiss the finger as it passes my lips, a shy smile curving them as you ask me about watching myself

I can't say I've ever done it but the idea...

I pause as a wave of shyness washes over me

...the idea does seem like it would be very...exposing...if that makes any sense, which I think might be a little embarassing...but that's by no means a bad thing...

I can't stop looking at you, and your mouth now that you've mentioned it, imagining those soft lips against my skin...all over my skin...another soft sigh and blush
 
Listening to your soft words, watching the blush that suffuses your pretty features. I can tell the thought disturbs...in a good way. I know I will have to work up to that. You will do it, one day. I am very good...and very patient. Sliding closer until I can roll you over onto your back, my body draped over yours, eyes peering into your own. My left hand grasps a wrist and pulls it up over your head, mouth dips to whisper against yours...

Other hand above your head pretty, please?

Finishing the movement, kissing you, once and again. Slow thorough, gentle and then sharp teeth bruise lips with nips and bites...

Please?
 
I return your kisses before a short gasp as your teeth enter the action, my lips tingling in response to your bites.

Obediently, without question, I raise my free hand and place it above my head, eyes never leaving yours as I look up into your face. My hair fanned out beneath me, chest rising and falling within my clothes with increasing speed.

I know I'm vulnerable now, without my hands to protect me but I don't feel vulnerable in a frightened way. The emotion coursing through my veins is anticipation, raw and exciting.
 
Hands hold wrists, but loosely. Sliding down over lush flesh, mouth searches for, and finds, a collar bone, an exposed throat, soft flesh to chew, to tease, to lick and mark. There is a whimper, a needy sound. I stop startled, when I realize that it's me.

You look so pretty, so fine. I want to strip you, tease you, taste you. Contolling the urge, I slide back up until my mouth can taste yours, one final time. My hands squeeze, tightly, keeping your wrists captive. I want. Good God, I want...


Do you see why it would need to be HOURS?

Voice is slow and soft, a husky growl against your flesh.
 
A long, low, soft moan leave my lips as your mouth meets my neck. My back arching up off the bed as one of my weak spots is teased, hips rocking instantaneously. I bite my lip as fingers stretch and curl, wanting to touch you, hold you but not trying to pull free from your light hold on them. That simple action doing so much on it's own.

I think I'm beginning to understand...

I whisper back, lifting my head to close the gap between us, to try and capture your lips with mine.
 
Husky laughter as I see you struggling to be a good Witchling and not reach, not pull away. Staying bound by choice is very hard. I know it. Meeting your mouth with mine, I allow our breaths to mesh, our tongues to tease, to taste, to twine around and about. I release your wrists, hands floating over dressed flesh, which stops me from REALLY feeling you.

Hand finally cups the heat between your slightly spread thighs as I work on deepening the kiss. The thumb pushing inward, riding a seam, feeling the heat that is hidden beneath your clothing. Then I ease back, breaking the kiss and sliding down, resting my curls upon your breast.

My hand cups your heat still, but I allow no movement. Control is needed and I have enough for both of us...damn it.


Somehow...that was...unexpected...
 
I lose myself a little in our kiss, my tongue and lips caressing yours.
When your hand eventually lands between my thighs I start, ever so slightly. My hips rising a fraction of an inch up off of the bedsheets in response. A murmured sigh leaves my lips.

I look down as you rest your head on my breast and one of my hands falls to stroke and play among the curls, my finger trailing around the edge of your face, following the natural lines.


What was...?

I ask softly, afraid that to speak any louder would shatter the intimacy of this moment.
 
Quick silver responses...

Husky laughter

And the fact that I got so caught up in you...I forgot to do my job in the real world. A very rare occurance.

A smile that you can feel, a hand that strokes upward, trailing over belly and ribs before finding itself cradling your hip. I am relaxed now, your hand providing a center on which I can focus. The need that rages is calming down. I know I have to stop. Hate it but the Real world intrudes, whether I want it to or not.

I expected just a nice little show and tell...didn't you?

My voice is low, husky, a bit of lustful darkness hidden beneath the velvet contralto...

Instead, there was heat I hadn't expected...
 
I expected just a nice little show and tell...didn't you?

I nod, fingers continued to stroke your scalp through your hair, applying slight pressure to massage a little

Instead, there was heat I hadn't expected...

My eyes flick to yours, colour racing to my cheeks and another slightly shy smile

I felt it too, I...I knew I would feel like this...when I was here, with you...but to feel it so keenly, already...that was a surprise to me too...

My other hand moves to stroke your upper arm, almost lazily. Wanting, needing, to touch and be touched.
 
I felt it too, I...I knew I would feel like this...when I was here, with you...but to feel it so keenly, already...that was a surprise to me too...

Another husky laugh, a bit of a slide as I ease downward, my mouth blowing warmth onto your covered mound. Planting my nose there, breathing in your scent and filing it away~snow, earth, cocoa and cream, a touch of vanilla. Finally, when I have teased both of us enough, I roll off of you and pull you with me, positioning us face to face, mouth to mouth. My hand caresses your hip, my eyes lock onto yours.

You are always welcome here, Witchling. In either room. This back room is my sanctuary. I do not open it lightly. You are in very select company, pretty lady.

A comfortable silence as my eyes wander your face, storing each freckle, each blush, for later thought....

Do not be a stranger, OK?

Mouth finds yours in one last, soft kiss. No teeth, just lushness...

Tis almost time for me to return to the real world and all that awaits me there. Thank you for spending these hours with me.
 
A whimper as I feel the heat from your mouth against my body. Whining a little as your nose probes ever so softly, wanting more.

I sit up rapidly to face you, my own hands falling to rest on your thighs.


You are always welcome here, Witchling. In either room. This back room is my sanctuary. I do not open it lightly. You are in very select company, pretty lady.

I'm honoured, truly I am...

I whisper as your eyes move over my face, my own mimicking you. Taking in your eyes, your lips, the curve of your jaw...

Do not be a stranger, OK?

I don't think we could ever be strangers, not now...

I return the kiss with a soft sigh, hand rising to play with your curls one final time.

Thank you, for letting me come and spend the time with you...and please know I'll be back soon...very soon...

Another kiss and long parting glance before I rise from the bed and wander out of the den, a soft smile on my lips and a lingering heat between my thighs
 
I watch her leave with a smile, my brain plotting away, planning for the next time. To cast a little spell on the Witchling? Oh yes. The grin stays, but I fade....til next time
 
Clicking of heels as I set about stripping the bed in my back room and freshening things for my next visit. Who knows who will grace this place next? The newest little boy I discovered playing hide and seek on the PG, the Witchling, MY Muse? A slight frown as I wish my Muse were here now...shaking the sad thought away, I finish with my chores before returning to the Good room, the sweet room, the one that showcases my toys. Here~ I sweep, dust, and generally tidy up before flopping onto a cushion with a pen and notebook. Today promises to be pretty ...and I mean to be here to enjoy it.
 
I release her when I feel the confines of My place setlle over my skin like a warm blanket. My mouth finds hers in a long, loving kiss...my happiness shown in the way my hands cup her rear, my teeth nip her lip, and the low growl that vibrates in my chest. Breaking the kiss I tug her to some cushions and flop down upon them...

You are here...was just thinking of you this morning and you are here...
 
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*sinking down onto the cushions beside her I reach out to brush my fingertips down her cheek before leaning in for another kiss*

I was thinking of you as well...hoping. I have felt a bit stalkerish, just popping in when I can steal a moment and seeing if you have been here.
 
A wide smile, hands tugging at her hair before drifting to her mouth, cupping her cheek. Eyes are sparkling, happiness evident in every look

I come here all the time, wishing and hoping that you show. I was getting ready to leave for the day....I am so glad I came back.

Pulls her into my lap, looking up at her with light golden brown eyes.

Gods we need some real time together...

Somewhere private...and quiet

voice drops

so I can listen to your moans uninterrupted....
 
*a shiver races through my body, the tip of my tongue sliping out to moisten my lower lip*

yes...I agree...we need a long, uninterrupted span of hours to spend doing...whatever comes naturally...

*my lips hover over hers, barely touching as I breath words into her mouth*

I am so glad you came back...
 
Closing the distance with a sigh~ my mouth devours hers. Remembering her scent, musk, vanilla, light and dark. Her taste fills me with glee. I want what I want and what I want is sitting in my lap...

I am doubly so, I would have kicked myself had I missed you.

Another kiss before I glance at the ornate clock by the front door. I know I have to leave soon and I don't want to. Missed her so damned bad...

Have to leave soon. Kiss me again...so that I have something to warm me when i go?
 
*hands slip around her shoulders, trailing down your back as I lean in, my body warm and soft against hers*

I would have you beyond warm...I would set you afire if I could...

*my lips close on hers hungrily, my hands sliding back up to thread in her hair holding her as I trail the tip of my tongue along her lower lip*

I will be thinking of you, my Wolf...
 
Tugging her bottom lip between my sharp teeth, I bite down...hard... before slipping a tongue tip out to soothe away the sting. Breaking away slightly, I breathe in her scent, storing it for later remembrance.

Thank you, sweet one. I will be thinking of you, just as much. Be well, stay warm.
 
returning from my trip to the real world, I saunter into my place, allowing remembrances of recent visitors to bring a smile to my face. I wonder just who is here...today. So thinking I grab pen and paper...must jot a note to the prospective Boy Toy...
 
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