Daydream_weaver's Refuge

[Daydream_weaver]

*letting her settle I gently stroke my fingers over her fur in a slow, calming rhythm, I lean my head back against the lounger, my eyes drifting half closed as I relax*

I have a cat...a black one at that...he's a spoiled creature but he has me wrapped around his little paw. When I need comfort he comes to me like this and lets me stroke him until I feel better.

 

[Drunken_Angel]

*letting her settle I gently stroke my fingers over her fur in a slow, calming rhythm, I lean my head back against the lounger, my eyes drifting half closed as I relax*

I have a cat...a black one at that...he's a spoiled creature but he has me wrapped around his little paw. When I need comfort he comes to me like this and lets me stroke him until I feel better.

A renewed purr at this, legs stretch out, kneading fabric, luxuriating in its feel.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

He likes when I do this... *hooking my fingertips under a tiny chin I gently scratch, feeling the vibrations from feline purring beneath furred skin. I watch her with a small smile on my face*

 

[Drunken_Angel]

He likes when I do this... *hooking my fingertips under a tiny chin I gently scratch, feeling the vibrations from feline purring beneath furred skin. I watch her with a small smile on my face*

The purr increases, rising and falling with its own cadence, it gets loud enough to be heard many feet away and its rumblings transfer themselves to the tip of your finger. Her kneading increases in intensity and her great feline eyes look up at you in adoration.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*grins and leans down to kiss a kitty nose*...and he looks at me just like that.

*returns to slow steady stroking of fur, enjoying the softness under my fingertips, the kneading of paws and slight scratch of claws*

 

[Drunken_Angel]

*grins and leans down to kiss a kitty nose*...and he looks at me just like that.

*returns to slow steady stroking of fur, enjoying the softness under my fingertips, the kneading of paws and slight scratch of claws*

Feline settling again, what appears to be languid rest is actually a listening, sensing. She pays attention to ever scent that comes to her nose, every feel under her paws and against her fur. She senses Weaver's emotional state through her body and most of all, she takes in the feel of the night. All of these bring her satisfaction.

The kneading continues.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

The moon will be full in a few days...but I'm sure you know that already *my fingers play through her fur, feeling the movement of muscles under skin, the vibrations of purring, the human inside the feline*

I love the days leading up to it. I always leave my curtains open on my bedroom patio because the light falls right on my bed. I can lay with my head at the wrong end and just watch the moon move across the sky.

 

[Drunken_Angel]

The moon will be full in a few days...but I'm sure you know that already *my fingers play through her fur, feeling the movement of muscles under skin, the vibrations of purring, the human inside the feline*

I love the days leading up to it. I always leave my curtains open on my bedroom patio because the light falls right on my bed. I can lay with my head at the wrong end and just watch the moon move across the sky.

A whisper, a hint of a voice, as much feline a human, as much a thought as a sound. "Three days before, three days after." Images of a fairy frolicking, a cat pouncing a moth. Both worshipful in their own natural rhythm.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

yes...exactly... *my voice has gone soft, dreamy, not really making sense and yet it does. My eyes drift closed, but my hand continues to move, languidly petting, giving and receiving pleasure from such a simple act of affection*

 

[Drunken_Angel]

yes...exactly... *my voice has gone soft, dreamy, not really making sense and yet it does. My eyes drift closed, but my hand continues to move, languidly petting, giving and receiving pleasure from such a simple act of affection*

Purring's rhythm matches a lone cicada in the distance, its buzzclicking sometimes in time, sometimes countertime.. always in some sort of harmony with her purr. Other creatures join in, a cricket, the hoot of an owl, everything cacophonous and yet harmonic, all grounded in the essences and feel of the night and the moon as she crosses slowly overhead.

You receive images of a lap, like an altar, a touch, like ritual.. your touch.. the hand of a goddess. Moonlight in you, on you, through you. Paws knead on their altar.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Tilting my head I open my eyes just enough to see her outlined in the faint light from the gibbous moon. My lips curl in a small smile*...I think I will sleep here tonight, under the moon and the stars...you are welcome to stay as long as you wish, little kitty...sweet Angel... *I place another light kiss on top of a furry head*...thank you for spending time with me like this

 

[Drunken_Angel]

*Tilting my head I open my eyes just enough to see her outlined in the faint light from the gibbous moon. My lips curl in a small smile*...I think I will sleep here tonight, under the moon and the stars...you are welcome to stay as long as you wish, little kitty...sweet Angel... *I place another light kiss on top of a furry head*...thank you for spending time with me like this

A soft rub, cheek marking goddess. Angel will go where you go, curl up where you do and will protect your dreams. She purrs a goodnight to her Weaver and gives her a quick lick on the hand.

 

[dragonrazor]

*leaves a cake for DW*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Leaving love and kisses for my Muse

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*standing in the midst of my Refuge I feel the gift of her presence and close my eyes for a moment to savor her scent, her taste...

Then with a smile and a shake of my head I place the new cake in the kitchen, wondering where the one from the previous night has gone...perhaps I have pixies...

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Sandalwood and warmth surround her...a nibble at an earlobe...a whisper....

Hello my Muse...miss you...

 

[Daydream_weaver]

hello, my Luna... *a soft sigh of sound passes my lips and I smile, feeling her all around me*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

warmth that builds, soft heat, gentle waves of pressure from nape to knees, the impression of arms holding her close, the feeling of teeth, nibbling along sensitive skin...

I am hoping to be back soon, sweet one...and then...we must set a date...need it.

 

[dragonrazor]

My mother insists on me rubbing her feet, knowing full well I do not have the hand strength anymore.... The post may be a while....

 

[Daydream_weaver]

...yes...I need time with you...I've missed you... *cherishing the feeling of being held by her, of her touch, her gentle teasing nips...wishing...wanting*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

The presence becomes more there, real arms that reach to enfold her, real hands that turn her about, real lips that taste hers...a tongue tip that traces a pulse point...

Very soon, my Muse...very very soon...and I have most definitely missed you more...

Another kiss...another tight squeeze before fading into the RW, leaving sandalwood and wolf, behind...

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*A wistful smile touches just kissed lips, fingers trace where the path she chose on my flesh, sealing the memory until that time comes...*

... ... soon

*I turn and pace through my cabin, a hunger building, banked heat begining to grow to something more*

 

[dragonrazor]

Some food for thought. Scientists use the Land Rover Defender. It's been the vehicle of choice for decades.

However, back in the 70s, Land Rover stopped selling them in their dealerships here. Instead, they introduced the Range Rover. Who uses the Range Rover? Well, essentially, it's the GHETTO Land Rover.... In other words, you usually see people from Ghettos driving them because of their price tag. They're very CRAPPY vehicles.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*With a slightly puzzled smile I take the bit of information and shape it into a small card. A wave of my hand along the wall near the end of the kitchen counter opens a drawer that had not been visible before. I read the stray fact once again before filing it under R for Raven...and random. With a gentle push the drawer closes and once more disappears into the wall until it is needed again*

 

[dragonrazor]

*hides in DW's couch*