seen from Singapore
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from Russia
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from Israel
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from South Korea
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from Ukraine
seen from Brazil
seen from Türkiye
seen from Indonesia
seen from Malaysia
Wolves and Women have much in common. Both share a wild spirit. Women and Wolves are instinctual creatures, able to sense the unseen. They are loyal, protective of their packs and of their pups. They are wild and beautiful..
✍️Clarissa Pinkola Estés
Leah Clearwater- after patrol(wlw)
LeahclearwaterxY/n
Warnings-oral sex (f receiving), soft-dom Leah, fingering.
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You let the warm water splatter across your back, sorting your tight muscles as you try to relax. You hear the back door open and you smile knowing your girl is home. You hear her light steps on the stairs as she ascends to the second floor.
She knocks on the bathroom door, “babe? Can I come in?”
“Always,” you replied, at a whisper as you know her wolf senses will pick it up.
The bathroom door squeaks open, as Leah comes in and she doesn’t miss a beat before joining you in the shower.
Warm soft hands wrap around your waist, her head snuggled into your neck. She radiates heat even more than usual from just being in her wolf form.
Her hands travel up your stomach to just below your breasts, “couldn’t sleep?” She asks
You shake your head, her touch makes your face heat up. Her hands slip down to your hips and you can feel her ever so slightly grinding her hips into your back.
“Leah,” your mouth forms her name as an almost gasp.
“Hm?” She asks teasingly as she starts to kiss and nibble on your neck, “do you want something, baby?”
Her hand run up your sides once more landing on your breasts, kneading and tweaking your nipples tell your whining.
“Leah, please,” you beg desperate and needy.
Her hands slide down to your hips again, flipping you around so you face her. Her hands slip down climbs up your side to cup your neck, she pulls your mouth to hers, kissing you fiercely. Her tongue press to your lips demanding for entrance.
Once she gets it she consumes you, her tongue colliding with yours. A low whimper escapes your mouth into hers.
Her free hand trails down your body, the hand slips between your welcoming thighs. She pinches your thigh making you yelp in her mouth. You feel her lip smirk against yours.
You feel her hand on your neck slip to your hips and to give you extra support. She pulls away from your mouth to whisper in your ears. “You want this?” She asks teasingly
You nod. Her grip on your hips and to tights as her other hand works between your legs. She inserts one finger into you. A moan bubbles out of your throat. She curls it before pulling it out slowly creating delicious friction. You whine at the emptiness but quickly are satisfied when she enters two fingers.
You whine, and your hips twitch with the crave of friction. “Good girl” she coos. Her finger start to curl in that sweet spot and her thumb rubs against your clit in small circles.
You moan as pressure builds in your stomach. You flutter around her fingers. “I got you baby, let go,” Leah whispers in your ear
You lean against her for support, as waves of blissful pleasure corse through your muscles. Leah’s hand works you through it’s as you cry out into her shoulder.
As the shocks subside you look at her. She pecks your lips and helps you from the shower.
PROFUMO DI LEI
Certi odori nell' aria possono stravolgere il tuo vivere in un solo istante.
Sono odori che non hanno nulla a che vedere,
con la delicattezza di un fiore,
o della pioggia che bagna legname e terre,
ma possono polverizzare ogni tua certezza o bisogno nel momento del suo nascere.
Provengono da una creatura sconosciuta al tuo sgurado,
molto spesso e' piu' facile sentirli da lontano,
eppure ti raggiungono,
e quegli odori come per incanto,
disegnano nella tua mente cose ti lasciano abbagliato.
Non so spiegare bene cosa creano,
o che tipo di effetto danno,
ma l' odore che invade senza preavviso il tuo olfatto,
pervade in un' attimo anche il tuo istinto,
e di colpo ti trovi a desiderarlo, e a seguirlo.
Il bisogno, il piacere e il sentimento,
non si deliziano solo del finale atto,
ma della magia di come nascono,
del viaggio che ti portano a fare per conoscerlo,
e finalmente ad assaporarlo.
In molti guarderanno stupiti il tuo vagare,
in molti sbeffeggeranno il tuo perdere di colpo la ragione,
o di relazionarti con il normale e razionale,
ma fregatene.
Il giorno che raggiungerai colei che crea quell' odore,
il tuo viaggio non sara' alla fine,
ma vivra' da quel momento di nuove regole,
di vera passione,
e nulla potra' distoglierti dal poter gustare ogni volta, in ogni modo, il suo sapore.
Da tempo ormai pochi seguono il proprio istinto cecamente,
pochi inseguono quegli odori inconsciamente,
invece in troppi si ritrovano inermi sopravvivendo nella confusione,
e solo chi avra' l' ardore e l' ardire di seguire fino in fondo quella folle emozione,
che potra' sussurare poco prima di morire di aver vissuto veramente.
Scritta e ideata da black-wolf-84
