Daydream_weaver's Refuge

A whisper, moaned into the shell of her ear. My hand travels down, two fingers seat themselves deep within her heat, curling upward. The thumb finds the hard little nubbin of flesh and begins to softly stroke it, in time with my in and out motions..

What do you want more of, pretty one? Hmmm?

My hand speeds up, thumb does as well.
 
*Holding myself still and upright is torture, my hips want nothing more than to move against her hand, to writhe and dance to her rhythm...moisture glistens on my eye lashes and my voice is a gasping pleading whisper...*

...this, my Luna...you...please...
 
A low moan at her soft words. My own body is nearing it's own release and I want...I need...

Beg me, baby girl. Say it. Tell me you want me to make you explode.

My fingers, my thumb, slow their motions, teasing her, teasing myself. My mouth finds her throat, suckling it, marking it, biting and licking...

Say it...you are Mine...tell me...

Hand speeds up, Other arm holding her close, controlling her, keeping her still...

Tell me...
 
*My breath catches in a soft sob at her words, her teasing touch...her teeth on my skin marking me. My fingers dig into the back of my own neck, her grip on my body all that is holding me in place as I give in, my voice so small...so in need...

...please...oh please let me...make me...for you...

*another sob slips from my throat*

...I am...I'm yours...I need too to cum for you... *my teeth bite down hard on my lip at the words leaving my mouth, so hard I taste salt...and a tear slips down my cheek*
 
Her words send warmth coursing through me and instant wetness flows from me, drenching my panties...

Good girl.

Capturing her mouth with my own, I allow my hand to resume it's quick pace, my thumb fairly flying over her clitoris. I can feel her shaking, taste the tear that slips between our locked mouths. I stop the kiss, slowly licking the saltiness away...

Cum for me, baby girl...right now.

My voice is deep, husky, a growl of demand...
 
*her tone...the strength and command in her voice as she doesn't simply grant permission but demands my release for her, causes my muscles to clench and shudder almost violently...a moan I cannot stop passes my lips and I feel the evidence of the pleasure she has granted coating her hand and my thighs...

A broken whisper...simply her name...is all I can manage as I strive to catch a breath..
 
Good girl...softly spoken...

my girl....whispered into her ear...

With no other words, I scoop her up and step backward, settling us both into her deck chair. My left hand goes back to her wetness, sliding, seating itself with palm against hardened clit and soft, giving inner heat. I don't intrude, only resting. My mouth finds her ear, my voice soothing, low, a whisper...

Missed you...
 
*My eyes close and I nuzzle against her, another tear leaving a trail down my cheek. I slip my arms around her body, just wanting to be near her*

I've missed you too, my Luna...
 
I see the tear, want to wipe it away...can't. I worry. My voice, huskier than ever questions..

I didn't hurt, did I? Why are you crying? I am sorry, baby girl. I didn't mean to harm...just, missed you is all.
 
oh no, my Luna...you didn't hurt me... *reaching up to cup her cheek with my hand I lean up and give her a soft kiss, my lips smiling against hers* It is a good tear...
 
I relax backward, pulling her closer, needing to feel her, like a second skin.

I am pleased, my Weaver. Sometimes absence does make the heart grow fonder. At other times, well, it makes for a certain lack of finesse.

A slow grin...

I had plans for you...and I don't think I touched a single thing I wanted to do...

A sigh and a kiss which landed on her forehead...

No matter, I got what I really wanted...words and wetness. I am quite pleased by both.
 
*I mold my body to hers, feeling happy at her words. I let my fingers tentatively stroke along her arm to her hand, lacing them together, just looking at them...a small smile plays across my lips*
...perhaps you will share some of those plans with me...or will you save them for a later time?
 
A grin, that widens uncontrollably

Oh no, my Muse...I will be saving them for our next visit...in my Den, in that room.

Kisses your face, my mouth soft...

I will have to go to bed soon, my Weaver. My Muse...

a whisper

Mine...

I took a sleep aid an hour ago and it is finally beginning to kick in...
 
*I can't help the smile that brightens my face and I turn my face into her kisses ...I was hoping you would say that...

*Returning each of her kisses with one of my own I press my body as close to hers as I can manage, inhaling her scent and memorizing the feel of her...a soft flush of color washing over my cheeks once more*
...have a restful sleep, my Luna...and thank you...I am so glad we were able to spend time together this evening..
 
I am glad, as well, my Muse.

I will come find you again...I can not allow so much time to pass between...visits.

Goodnight, love...

a gentle kiss that carries me into the Real World...where I will dream of a log cabin, a beautiful woman and woods...
 
A sunny day in the woods...

*Glancing out the windows repeatedly I hurry through getting dressed and ready for a walk. The woods call to me, the sun wanting me to come out and play. I slip into a pair of jean shorts that leave my long legs bare and a short white tank top that bares my midriff. For once my feet are encased in socks and high top hiking boots.

I stuff a couple of bottles of water and some snacks into a pack and slip it onto my back, eager to get outside.

Stepping out onto the back deck I pause for a moment and smile, remembering the previous evening. Then with a grin I skip down the steps and set off through the trees*


 
Braving what monsters the Lady battles the dragon flies low over the forest and dares to land within yards of the small cabin. As my feet touch ground I will the transformation and step up onto her porch, black riding boots making barely a sound on the steps. I know she is not here…or if she is she hides her presence from those who would seek her. I take a small crystal from the pocket of my jeans and bring it to my lips, warm breath blowing over it until it glows. Now when she returns as soon as her soft flesh touches the crystal it will play for her.

This I set at her door…a gift…a forewarning…a statement of intention…



You’ll Accompany Me
By Bob Seger

A gypsy wind is blowing warm tonight
The sky is starlit and the time is right
And still you're tellin' me you have to go
Before you leave there's something you should know
Yeah something you should know babe

I've seen you smiling in the summer sun
I've seen your long hair flying when you run
I've rnade my mind up that it's meant to be
Someday lady you'll accomp'ny me

Someday lady you'll accomp'ny me
Out where the rivers meet the sounding sea
You're high above me now, you're wild and free ah but
Someday lady you'll accomp'ny me
Someday lady you'll accomp'ny me

Some people say that love's a losin' game
You start with fire but you lose the flame
The ashes smolder but the warmth's soon gone
You end up cold and lonely on your own

I'll take my chances babe I'ii risk it all
I'll win your love or I'ii take the fall
I've made my mind up girl it's meant to be
Someday lady you'll accomp'ny me
Someday lady you'll accomp'ny me

It's written down some where, it's got to be
You're high above me flyin' wild and free
Oh but someday lady you'll accomp'ny me
Someday lady you'll accomp'ny me

Someday lady you'll accomp'ny me
Out where the rivers meet the sounding sea
I feel it in my soul, it's meant to be
Oh someday lady you'll accomp'ny me
Someday lady you'll accomp'ny me
 
*The woods seem a little more friendly as I hurry down the familiar path to my refuge. Still there are shadows that seem to creep along beside me, sounds that are not the song of night birds. I am nearly running by the time I clear the trees and have my cabin in sight. I take the steps in one near leap and stop...someone has been here.

I glance around quickly as I bend to pick up the glowing crystal. Music floods my mind, soft and seductive. The wording gentle, yet clear. I stand there on my porch, stunned.
 
*A silvery-blue sarong rides low on my hips as I step out onto the back deck and down the steps, a few items tucked under my arm. A soft blanket to spread on the grass and my leather bound book and pen. I choose my spot in the sun and am soon lying on my stomach, book open before me, pen tapping at my lower lip as I contemplate ideas I must get down in writing.

My mind is more clear than it has been in several days, my heart lighter...I think now I will be able to let my words flow freely*
 
A small gray, black, white wolf, trotting through the woods, nose to the ground. Finds a woman, writing, in a clearing. She stops, hides behind a tree, her nose sniffing,sniffing...tasting vanilla and musk on the air. She lays down, head on front paws and watches from hiding...
 
*A small smile curves my lips and I covertly let my gaze travel along the edge of the woods. I know I am being watched...and by whom.

With my knees bent, feet slowly swinging back and forth above my backside I chew lightly on the tip of my pen, as I contemplate the page before me...thinking of my friend...wishing...hoping she knows she is welcome to come closer...
 
Small wolven grin, a whimper. She knows she has been spotted but doesn't want to ruin the quiet of this moment, the hint of welcome in the air, making her feel better...a little better and wanted...even if it's just a little. She moves again, drifting a bit closer, still hiding, still wanting to taste the scent in the air but not daring. Another tree, opposite side of the clearing. She hunkers down and then lays down, muzzle to paws, golden eyes gleaming as she watches and tastes her scent...vanilla, trees, musk...sweetness and dark.
 
*Slight movement at the corner of my eye makes me want to turn, to look that way...but I resist. I bow my head toward my book, my silvery hair falling around my face, a stray lock caught by a passing breeze to flutter in her direction. The sun on my bare back is warm and comforting and my heart beats a bit quicker just knowing she is near.
 
Eyes drift closed, in relaxation. Still Hers. Just not out loud. Still hers. Air stirs her scent toward the wolf...and the wolf breathes it in...Almost home..
 
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