Daydream_weaver's Refuge

[Daydream_weaver]

*Bringing my gaze back to her face I stand straighter, my shoulders going back as I reach behind me to find the zip of my dress. A soft whisper of sound is all that can be heard as it releases. The soft material loosening and falling away from my body. I catch the dress and drape it safely across the back of a chair followed swiftly by a bit of lace that was the only other garment I wore.

I stand for a second, the flickering of candles playing over my pale skin, watching her...my hands reach up and tug the ebony sticks from my hair. The silvery locks fall and I shake them back over my shoulders wanting nothing hidden from her view*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Dropping to my knees before her, I gaze upward. She is beauty and lust and sweetness, all at once. I want to taste her, tease her, caress her.

I can not strip for you this day, my sweet one...I promise that the next time, I will. I am working against the clock and I hate it...but

My voice drops to a husky murmur; wanting, needing, to taste her, to feel her. Hands slip upward, caressing soft pale skin, widening her stance until I fit comfortably between her legs...

Put your hands in my hair, sweet one...and hold on tight...

One hand spreads the delta before me, mouth floats to the succulent flesh, attaching in that place where she most requires me. A tongue tip, fast, urgent...

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*A feeling of guilt at my own greed pierces me as I look down the line of my body into her eyes, I open my mouth to speak but no sound comes. My hands move of their own will, fingers threading through dark curls.

The quick assault of her tongue causes my hands to curl, tightening in her hair and tugging her instinctively closer. My back bone arches, hips thrusting toward her seeking mouth and a soft cry of surprise escapes before I can stop it*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Low crooning moans. She tastes so sweet...and I want...I want...Tongue tip stays and stays..no fingers..just tongue tip, fast, furious, wanting to feel her, needing her release before I have to go, back into the REAL World...the place that hates me...words...stopping long enough to plead...

Please..for me?

Back, once more...moaning, soft and low...vibrating sensitive skin...

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*the need that has been simmering there beneath the surface in her absence flares to a bright white hot flame, my legs begin to tremble and my grip on her hair tightens. I need this...need her...the way she makes me feel...

yes, my Luna...for you...

*My whispered words catch as my body shudders unexpectedly, every nerve seeming to focus on that one small point of contact...the tiny tip of her tongue causing every inch of my body to implode.

There is no stopping the long, deep moan that rises from my throat as my body begins to shake, my knees going weak. I can feel the wetness, the evidence betraying my release.

I let my head drop back, hair trailing behind me onto the table as I struggle to catch a single breath*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Suckling, moaning at the sharp pain, the wetness that slides down inner thighs...I catch her on my tongue and then rise...my mouth wanting to share the taste with her. Hands go to her hair, twining, tugging. Mouth lightly touching, tongue tip teasing...soft kiss.

I adore you, my Muse. Really and truly. I have to go...but I hope to find you tomorrow...maybe then we can finish your dinner...

Another kiss...and then movement toward the front of the cabin...until she is gone...

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Still trying to catch a breath I slide my hands from her hair, tasting myself on her lips as she slips away from me*

I will be here, my Wolf...

*My hands drop to my sides, my eyes fever bright as I lean back against the table for support*

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*With a sigh I gather the dishes from the table, storing the food away knowing it will keep. When everything is set to rights I pick up my discarded clothing and head for the alcove. My body still hums with the music she played on it and I can still smell her scent on my skin. I feel slightly selfish and wicked, but another part of me relishes the warm glow deep in my belly.

I hang the dress back in the closet and quickly don a comfy pair of lounge pants and a light tank top. I have posts owed...work to do...

A glass of iced fruit juice in hand I step out onto the back deck. A softly glowing will o' the whisp greets me, darting to the lounge side table to hover over my black bound book urgently*

Yes, I know...not to worry...I am too keyed up to sleep for quite some time.

*I hesitate, feeling the wards still sealing off the Refuge from visitors. A shrug and a clap of my hands and they disperse, leaving my space once again open and inviting*

 

[Drunken_Angel]

Another wisp, this one faintly familiar, settles in the middle of the table, its blue-silver glow almost an ethereal candlelight.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*A smile curls my lips and I hold my hand out, palm up, toward the tiny glowing whisp*

Hello, my sweet...how are you this evening?

 

[Drunken_Angel]

Glow moving, finding warm palm, nexus of affectionate energy perfectly balanced between fingers. Words thought more than spoken, two minds together.

"Not as good as you, I think. I'm happy you got some time with the wolf."

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*I feel my cheeks warm and am grateful for the dimness of the light to hide them. My voice is a soft musing whisper on the evening breeze* I missed her...

*I send warmth and affection into the small whisp in my hand, a hug of spirit to spirit*

But tell me, my dear Angel...what have you been up to? Mischief and mayhem? Have you made any new friends? I know it has only been a short time but it seems ages since I saw you last.

 

[Drunken_Angel]

*I feel my cheeks warm and am grateful for the dimness of the light to hide them. My voice is a soft musing whisper on the evening breeze* I missed her...

*I send warmth and affection into the small whisp in my hand, a hug of spirit to spirit*

But tell me, my dear Angel...what have you been up to? Mischief and mayhem? Have you made any new friends? I know it has only been a short time but it seems ages since I saw you last.

A tiny giggle, almost twinkling of starlight. "I've been feeling prankish. I grew vines around Aus' ankles and put itching powder on her sheets. I probably would be in so much more trouble except she never seems to sleep in her own bed. Wait, did I think that outloud? She knows I love her, I hope."

A surge of warmth and affection, feelings of tiny points of light reaching out, each touching an individual nerve in your palm, sending warm tinglings. My version of a wisp hug.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

I am sure she knows, impish one... *laughing softly I take a seat on one of the lounge chairs, stretching my legs out as I lean back and get comfortable* But if it were my sheets covered with itching powder there would be retribution to fear...and from what I have seen Aus has a very good imagination for such things. I am sure you will get a comuppance before too long...

 

[Drunken_Angel]

I am sure she knows, impish one... *laughing softly I take a seat on one of the lounge chairs, stretching my legs out as I lean back and get comfortable* But if it were my sheets covered with itching powder there would be retribution to fear...and from what I have seen Aus has a very good imagination for such things. I am sure you will get a comuppance before too long...

A giggle and then the light stretches, growing longer, that same blue glow enveloping your side. I sit with you like this, holding without touching, embracing in spirit even if the body is elsewhere. Here I am at peace and free, here with you.

"So tell me, weaver, what are you thinking this very second?"

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*grinning as my whisp stretches and glows I reach out a hand and trail fingertips through the soft blue light, wondering if she can feel my touch*

Right this second? Too many things to list...and some best left unsaid...

*My grin deepens as I swirl a single fingertip along the edges of blue misty glow*

 

[Drunken_Angel]

*grinning as my whisp stretches and glows I reach out a hand and trail fingertips through the soft blue light, wondering if she can feel my touch*

Right this second? Too many things to list...and some best left unsaid...

*My grin deepens as I swirl a single fingertip along the edges of blue misty glow*

A pout, interrupted by a giggle as the finger passes through, but its etheric counterpart sets my soul ablaze. Everything is so much more intense in this form and I find myself pulsing, waves and waves of pleasure almost like a heart beat.. or maybe the song of a pulsar billions of miles away.

"But its whats remaining unsaid that is usually the best stuff... especially if its responsible for the pink flush of your cheeks."

 

[Daydream_weaver]

Oh yes, the best stuff is what I keep in my head. If I let it out too often then it wouldn't be as special or as much fun, now would it...

*enchanted by her giggle I make another pass of my hand, fingers fluttering like fairy wings just above the Angel whisp's soft glow*

 

[Drunken_Angel]

Oh yes, the best stuff is what I keep in my head. If I let it out too often then it wouldn't be as special or as much fun, now would it...

*enchanted by her giggle I make another pass of my hand, fingers fluttering like fairy wings just above the Angel whisp's soft glow*

Gasping and giggling, sheer pleasure in its tone, toes solidify just to wiggle in their happiness and light finds its way onto your belly and follows the opening presented by a fold of its material.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*laughing I instinctively tighten the muscles of my stomach, pulling away from the warmth and barely there touch on my skin*

I say...that's no fair...how am I supposed to defend myself from someone I cannot take hold of? Unless I were to toe wrestle you into submission...

*laughing harder now I wriggle my bare toes toward hers trying to assume a menacing toe attitude*

 

[Drunken_Angel]

*laughing I instinctively tighten the muscles of my stomach, pulling away from the warmth and barely there touch on my skin*

I say...that's no fair...how am I supposed to defend myself from someone I cannot take hold of? Unless I were to toe wrestle you into submission...

*laughing harder now I wriggle my bare toes toward hers trying to assume a menacing toe attitude*

Delicate laughter, toes stay solid, teasing yours taunting.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*toes touch, tip to tip, rubbing gently then dipping under to rub along the underside hoping to tickle more into solid form. My lips purse and soft warm breath blows out causing the glow to swirl and eddy*

 

[Drunken_Angel]

*toes touch, tip to tip, rubbing gently then dipping under to rub along the underside hoping to tickle more into solid form. My lips purse and soft warm breath blows out causing the glow to swirl and eddy*

A gasp, another pulse, a flash of deep blue. I cant stand it, i retreat, retreat to the physical, legs become solid, body becomes earth, hand up shirt, lips on neck.

Toes, wiggling in delight.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

Aha! *Moving quickly I wrap my legs around hers, turning my body just slightly onto my side, not quite trapping her beneath me. My hands find themselves tangled in her hair and I draw back to look down at her, a contemplative smile curling my lips* Now...whatever shall I do with you?

 

[Drunken_Angel]

Aha! *Moving quickly I wrap my legs around hers, turning my body just slightly onto my side, not quite trapping her beneath me. My hands find themselves tangled in her hair and I draw back to look down at her, a contemplative smile curling my lips* Now...whatever shall I do with you?

Eyes, much to large for such a delicate face look up, held by your gaze. I try to flutter, try to squirm my way out, but once in my earthy body, I am trapped until released.

What was a distant pulsar, the tiny explosions of spirit is now a warmth between my legs and a wetness seeping down my thighs.

I lie with you, pleasantly trapped, giving way to a body that wants so much.