Daydream_weaver's Refuge

[Luna_Wolf72]

A wolf trots silently through the woods, a small package held between sharp canines. Reaching the front of the cabin, she drops the package and turns away retreating into the woods once more. Tied to the package is a small handwritten note:

Spent the day at work, pondering our time together. After much thought, concerning our conversation, I found a little something to keep me in your thoughts. Next time you are bored, run it over your arms and think of me.
~Luna

A single sprig of lilac as placed on the note and all of it is held together by silken twine.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*laughs and reaches for my drink*

I suppose that's why my house often has more teenagers than belong to me.


*Feeling a trembling of my wards I tilt my head waiting for a knock on the front door, but none comes*

Excuse me for a moment, Vail....must check something....

*Walking quietly through the cabin I open the front door and peer around. The woods are still and silent. I shrug and start to turn back when a wiff of lilac catches my attention. Bending down I retrieve the small package and bring the sprig of lovely purple flowers to my face. I rub my cheek softly against them as I read the card, a slow smile curving my lips*

How does she do that....*my whisper floats away on the evening breeze*

 

[Daydream_weaver]

I'm afraid I'm being called away temporarily....those teens I mentioned are clambering for dinner.

*tucking the small package away in a drawer of my desk I shiver at the possibilities it brings*

Please stay as long as you like...I will return soon.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

The wolf makes her way back through the woods once more, only allowing her human form to shimmer into being when she reaches the cabin. Glancing down at herself to check her outfit of baggy gray sweat pants, black Timberland boots and white wife beater, she hesitates momentarily. Finally, though, she shrugs and bounds up on the porch, tapping politely on the door.

Hope she's in....

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Hurrying through the door of my refuge I nearly slam it in my haste. On most nights I take my time, basking in the peace of this place I call my own. Tonight, however, my mind is elsewhere. It is on a small package hidden away in my desk. I do not even take time to change into something more comfortable as I normally would.

I take the box from the drawer and blindly sit down in my desk chair. Lifting the lid my breath catches and I reach for the small item with eager fingers. A wide grin spreads across my face and I put one finger out to spin the little wheel. A soft hiss escapes my lips, quickly becoming a low hum of pleasure as I am reminded that the little spikes are a bit pokey.

Remembering Luna's words I close my eyes and lightly run the wheel up the inside of my forearm. My breath quickens and I run the wheel back again pressing a bit harder. In my mind I see Luna's hand guiding it and I can't help but moan. Reluctantly I replace my new plaything in its box....waiting to be used by her hand.

A knock at the door causes me to jump and I fumble as I slip the box back into the desk drawer. I know my face is flush with color and my breath still comes quicker than normal, but I hope that my visitor won't notice. Quickly moving to the door I pull it open wide and freeze, my heart giving a hard thump in my chest*

Miss Luna....what a pleasure. Please come in....

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Miss Luna....what a pleasure. Please come in....

My nose widens imperceptibly as I catch Weaver's scent. She must have been playing with my gift. With a quick step forward, I capture her hand in mine and tug her forward so that I can brush her lips with my own.

Hello sweet Weaver. How are you?

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Automatically laying my hands on her shoulders for balance, my breath catches in my throat. Her skin is so warm, so tempting. Her soft kiss, so innocent seeming, sends tremors through my frame. I step back, leaving my hand in hers, and let my gaze wander over her appreciatively*

I'm glad you came back...

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I'm glad you came back...

So am I.

I take the final step, crossing over the threshold into her personal space. My eyes focus on her face, tracing each feature with equal appreciation.

I couldn't stay away, sweetness. You are like an interesting puzzle that I must take apart and put together, repeatedly...to make sure I understand the entire concept of you.

I inhale her scent and grin, slightly...

So, did you like your gift?

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*lowering my eyes I casually slip my arm behind my back, not certain if there wouldn't be faint impressions left on my skin from earlier*

I do like it, thank you...it's a very interesting instrument. And thank you for the lilac as well...it's one of my two favorite flowers.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I do like it, thank you...it's a very interesting instrument. And thank you for the lilac as well...it's one of my two favorite flowers.

You are welcome. Mayhap, you will allow me to show you how it should be used? As for the lilac. I love them. Wanted to share the scent with you.

I give a grin and move again, heading for her seating area.

Will you come sit with me?

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*blushing slightly at having kept her standing at the door I shake my head and begin to follow her toward the sitting area, stopping to quickly take the little box from the drawer and bring it with me*

I'm sorry, I'm not usually so rude....I just seem to always be flustered when I'm around you.

*settling onto the softness of the sofa I curl my feet beneath me and lay the box upon my knee*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

My eyes are drawn to her frame, watching her lithe movements as she crosses the room to join me. Once she is settled and comfortable, I see the small box balanced delicately on her knee. I smile, my dimple popping momentarily into view.

Ah~may I?

My hand reaches out to touch the box, a quick tap which sounds somehow louder than it should.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Without thinking I reach out and lightly brush my fingertips over her cheek, fascinated by her smile and particularly the dimple it reveals. I let my fingertips feather across her lower lip as I look into her warm eyes, my voice dropping to a whisper*

You are so lovely.....

*Letting my hand fall away I glance quickly down. I clear my throat softly and take up the box on my knee offering it to her with slightly shaking hands*

Show me how you wield it?

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I take the box from her hands, my face bright with glee. Opening the lid, I pull the silver, spur like, wheel out and run it over the back of my hand, checking to see that it rolls easily.

Show me how you wield it?

Eyes agleam with lustful happiness, I reach for her.

Place your leg across my lap, darlin'.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Turning a bit more toward her I keep one leg curled beneath me letting the other unfold to rest lightly across her thighs. My gaze is caught by the shiny little wheel, my pulse increases and my breath quickens.

Grasping the cloth of my skirt in one hand I begin to gather it, slowly baring my leg to the thigh for her*

How is that?

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Purrrr-fect.

My voice lowers until it is a barely registered sound. Grasping your ankle with my left hand, I steady it, lifting slightly. My eyes are golden, glowing, gleaming with unholy delight. Gently, I begin tracing the bones in your foot. The wheel rolls, smoothly, back and forth, going from toe to the top and back again in ever widening lines. Each pass is just a bit harder than the one before until I can see a faint red line of little pin points in your flesh.

Bending my head, I soothe those marks, my tongue tracing each tiny indentation. My eyes are closed and I breathe, slowly, savoring the feel and scent of your foot beneath my mouth. Eventually, I raise my head and begin anew, pressing the wheel into the soft flesh on the side of your calf, stopping beside your knee. I use the same gentle pressure which builds with each pass, only stopping when I see the line, the pin points. Then another repeat, slowly bathing those marks with tongue tip and kisses.

Shall I continue, love?

I raise my head to look into your eyes..

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*The first few passes over my foot cause my leg to twitch and I laugh softly. I'm glad that she has hold of my ankle. I breathe through the sharpening prickles as she increases the pressure, forcing my leg to stay still.

I can't hold back a gasp, though, as I feel the warmth of her tongue on my skin. My hands ball into fists as she continues upward, one in the cloth of my skirt the other on the back of the sofa, grasping tighter and tighter. A low, near whimper of sound escapes my lips when she reaches my knee*

Shall I continue, love?

*I can't tear my eyes away from her golden gaze. Her breath is hot, washing over my skin. My body tenses, pulse thundering in my ears. Do I want her to continue?

Oh yes....

*my words are barely a whisper, but I know she hears*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Her whisper is breathy, needy. I know that what I am doing is tightening her in those places one doesn't discuss and I can almost taste her rising scent on the air. With a small sigh, I scoot beneath her leg until I can hold her knee with my hand and reach the top of her inner thigh.

The wheel moves slowly, tracing the inside of her thigh. Back and forth, covering the thigh from inside until I reach the top where her hip joins. Each pass, a little harder, each movement, deliberate. My other hand releases her knee, tracing along the path of the wheel, my nails lightly grazing her skin. I watch the goose bumps form, feel them with fingertips. The wheel pushes on, leaving a weal of red behind, tracing the outer thigh, all that I can reach.

Finally, I place the wheel to the side and dip my head, starting at the topmost inner part of her thigh, I allow my mouth to taste her skin, tongue tip out and moving so slowly. Small puckering kisses are interspersed. I lean over until I am draped over her leg, my mouth finding each spot, wetting it, tasting it until I am again, face down, my nose buried just beside her most secret place. I blow. Smiling, I sit up and look to her.

That wasn't so bad, love, was it?

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*With each pass of the wheel, each trace of her nails small sounds are drawn from my lips. Barely there moans and breathless whimpers. Chills race along my skin chased by flashes of heat. I start to slip back onto the sofa, catching myself on my elbows.

She leans over my leg and my eyes flutter shut, my head falling back. I want to give myself over to her exploring mouth, to revel in gentle kisses and tremble beneath the sharpness of her teeth. I feel her breath, deliberate, cooling my damp skin and I know what she would find if she were to go any farther. I struggle to lift my head and watch as she sits back, that smile on her face*

That wasn't so bad, love, was it?

*My eyes are filled with heat and my body shakes as I fight the very unladylike urge to climb onto her lap and see just how much self conrtol she has. I start to slowly pull my leg back, my gaze still locked on hers*

No...not so bad at all....*my voice is low, thick with desire as I reach out to slide my fingertips up along her arm*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

No...not so bad at all....

I grin at her, stopping her leg from moving further by grasping her just above the knee with my small, strong hand.

I am glad you think so, love.

I squeeze, a wordless warning of what will happen if she tries to pull her leg away from me before I am willing to let go.

As I said before, sensation play~silk and sandpaper.

I allow her hand to continue it's slow stroking of my arm while I make myself comfortable. Shifting my hand's grip, I turn slightly so that I am facing her, her leg still draped over mine. Tucking my other leg beneath me, I lean forward and bury my nose between the open juncture of her thighs, the place where the skirt hides her from my view. The leg she still has tucked hampers me some, but I manage. I breathe her scent before opening my mouth over her warmth and blowing, hotly. A low growl, which I fight down, vibrates just above her most secret of places. With an inner struggle, I return to my upright position, golden eyes locking onto her face.

I think you enjoyed it, sweet Weaver. Your scent certainly screams it to me.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*I hold my breath as I feel the power in her grip. Strong, and yet I know how gentle she can be. The tip of my tongue traces along the inside of my lip nervously as she moves and leans over me. My breath escapes on a soft cry as she breathes against me and her growl sends desire through me like a whiplash.

I won't lie and say I didn't...I enjoyed it very much...

*Slowly I move my bent leg, sliding it between her body and the back of the sofa until my thighs bracket her. I lean back, propping myself on my elbows once more and gaze back into her glowing eyes...a willing offering*

What else will you show me...when I come to you?

*I move my leg beneath her hand just to feel her reaction*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I grin slightly at her question, though my hand clamps down automatically when I feel her leg trying to slide away. She had moved yet again, her legs now open for me...just enough that if I wanted to take advantage, I could. I do, Goddess knows, I do..but control is important and I will not rush her...or myself. The chase isn't yet finished.

I plan on showing you the pleasure to be had from hands placed in appropriate spots, even as your body struggles against the binds I will place on you.

My voice is a growling whisper. I know she can feel my body trembling. I don't think she knows how badly I want to tie her, take her, make her cry with need. Dropping my eyes, I focus on the hand that grips her leg, squeezing and relaxing to the beat of some internal rhythm.

I hate to do this to you, sweet Weaver, but I must leave. I am riding an edge that you can't help but push me toward.

I inhale her scent, memorizing it and release her leg from my grasp

I will find you soon, yes?

I look at her, my eyes tracing her features, and then I smile.

Now then, kiss me, please?

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*The devil in me knows I am tempting fate, but I find it so hard to resist. The craving she has set in motion grows by the second.

The pulsing grip of her hand tunes the beat deep inside my body and I nearly cry out in protest when she releases me. I bite the inside of my lip hard as I get myself under control and smile at her words.

Sitting up I wrap my long legs around her and reach to brush my fingertips across her cheeks. I lean in and feather my lips against hers, barely touching. Her scent and the energy emanating from her draws me closer and I deepen the kiss, darting the tip of my tongue out to taste her.

It is hard to make myself stop but I finally draw back, resting my forehead against hers.

I will be waiting for your return...

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Left on Weaver's front porch

riding crop

Tied to the handle, a small papyrus, wrapped in red silk ribbon. It reads:

You are a melody that hasn't yet left my mind. One day, one wonders if I will hear the music of your flesh. Find me, when you can.

Always~Luna

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*The cheerfulness of the sun seems to mock me as I move through the woods. I walk along the creek, listening to the soft music of water over rocks and it brings no comfort. Sighing deeply I turn towards my refuge, gliding down the path on silent feet.

As I approach my little cabin I can feel the different energies of those who have pased by, unidentifiable shadows. One begins to stand out the closer I get. It weaves arond my psyche setting my pulse racing and heat spreading through my body...*

Luna.....

*My pace quickens and I take the steps of the porch in one long legged stretch. I pause, head tilted to the side as I reach to pick up the crop left there, running it through my hands. I remember the night she had come to visit, crop in hand, the way she had trailed it over me making me tremble. A thrill of something like fear shoots through me, but in a way I like it. I unroll the papyrus to read her note and for the first time today I smile.

Carrying the crop I pass through the door not even bothering to push it shut. I remove my clothing as I walk through my refuge, shedding the trappings of the outer world and letting them lay where they fall. My body is bare and free by the time I reach the alcove, the sheer curtains drifting shut behind me shutting out the rest of the cabin.

With a grin I stand beside the bed and tap the crop against the side of my leg. Just a light touch and yet it sends goosebumps racing up over my hips and down along my arms. Giving a light chuckle I lay it on the bed noting how striking it looks against the pale quilt.

Turing to my closet I make a selection and lay it out beside the crop. Sheer as mist and grey so pale as to almost be white, long bell sleeves and a long flowing skirt. Open down the front it will tie with a single ribbon beneath my breasts, leaving more exposed than covered. I smirk a bit as I add a pair of lace boy shorts in the same pale grey shade...wouldn't want to be indecent.

Satisfied with my selection I move on to the bathing room. The water in the shower sends steam writhing through the room and I reach for the shower head directing the stream where I wish.....

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