I was towel drying my fresh black cherry colored hair; I realized how restless I was feeling. It was one of those sultry Indian summer nights with a luminous full moon riding in the starlit sky. Although it was late, I decided to take the dogs for a walk. Slipping on a comfortable cotton dress over my out of the bath nakedness, I stroked my favorite silver dog paws necklace. I always thought it looks pretty nestled against the base of my throat. I paused long enough to slip on a pair of white vans, and strolled out the door. I just wanted to work off a little energy before going to sleep.
Lost in my thoughts I suddenly realized that I had walked farther then I had thought and was now in an area that was not completely familiar with. I decided to venture in there and little and find a place to sit for a moment. I had the Girls with me; no one would mess with me now. As I walked into the cluster of trees, I heard a lonely howl echoing through the moonlit forest. It sounded curiously melodic, not at all menacing, and my Girls were not on alert. I moved in the course of the dimness and came across a moonlit drenched pond. Where the scent of late summer blooms hung in the air. All was still and silent.
I noticed my Girls; they became conscious of another presence there. We were not alone. There was a light snap, as a stick had been broken underfoot. I stood stock still, tense, waiting. The breeze sent a light shiver sown my body.
I heard a throaty chuckle, and my Girls growl, as a slim figure stepped fourth to reveal himself, and his dog. “you have entered my woods and now you are in my power,” his liquid voice mured. Then he smiled.
“I’m sorry, I was just teasing. I don’t mean to frighten you. You are not really in my power. You can leave anytime you want, but I hope you don’t. You have called to me with your loneliness, and I am yours tonight. My name if Griff. I want to show you how it will be between a man and a woman.”
As he approached, I could see him more clearly in the slivery light. His eyes were ebony pools of desire. He had the sexiest smile and his face and body was something out a dream, strong, sensuous, with high cheekbones, and full firm lips. He wore only a small pair of shorts that accentuated that glorious body.
“Come to me. Let me show you all that I can give,” he breathed as he held out his strong arms, beseeching me to acquiesce. I looked into his dark eyes and felt no fear! Only a mounting desire to experience all the things that he wanted to show me.
He encircled me with those powerful arms and [forced](https://lustmoments.com/giving-head-on-her-command-forced-sissy/)me backward, I was pushed against a tree and I felt his lips settling on mine in the most passionate kiss ever. It filled me with a need I had not known I could feel. I whimpered and pressed myself more insistently against his near nakedness. He held me tighter and slipped his tongue into my mouth. I felt a creamy wetness building in my love nest as I imagined how he was going to make me feel. There was an unbelievable tension of longing between us. I knew that it was going to be like nothing else I had experienced before. There was something so intriguing and mysterious about him. An almost animal scent emanating from his pores, sending me into weak-kneed yearning.
He pushed off his shorts and his magnificent cock sprang free. I stared unabashedly at how delicious he looked. He turned me around and I could fell his warm breath caressing the nape of my neck as he slipped the dress of me. He stroked my back as he guided me back around and as the thin dress went down to my ankles. He got down on his knees, and I felt his tongue flickering over me tracing erotic patterns on my flesh. I gasped as I felt his fingers seeking out my dewy nest, finding the nub of my center. He stroked it softly, bringing me to a level of hot urgency. I moaned out loud as his expressive fingers delved into my pearly moistness, rocking my hips in response to his ministrations. He stood up then briefly withdrawing his talented fingers, and moved his fingers into my mouth, and kissed me again.
Waves of wanting burned though out me as he scooped me up, holding me against his beating heart and his hot flesh. “I going to lay you down in a bed of wild ginger, and make passionate love to you”. As he knelt over me, smiling gently as he parted my creamy thighs, stroking my warm skin. I arched myself up to meet his embrace. My hands reached out to fondle the mass if amber hair, it felt as though the moonbeams had melted into it, giving it an otherworldly luster.
His mouth explored my body, kissing, licking, sucking ever inch of my flesh, When his lips met my pussy, I moaned. Tossing my head in abandonment. His tongue found the target and directed a shaft of pleasure as an orgasm rolled through me. Trembling and panting I rolled over and eased him onto his back. I had to have his cock in my mouth, as I brushed my tongue over his balls, I inhaled his musky scent. I felt his hands on my head, clutching as he groaned out his pleasures. I enveloped the head with my mouth and felt his hardness grow more ridged and fiery. I slid over his long thick shaft, feeling the pressure of his impending release. His muscled thighs tightened and his firm bottom rose off the ground as he arched up to meet my throat. He let out a howl of pleasures as the waves of his release crashed through him. I swallowed every molten drop.
He lay back in the crushed ginger, trying to regain his breath. He spoke later as I stretched myself out against his elegantly supine body.
“I want to be inside you. Ride me, give me a trip all the way to another world”. I drew my knees to straddle him and sat up. I could already feel his erection, its tumescence pressing insistently against my bare flesh. He was ready again!
I gasped as the length of his shaft entered. His strokes were sure and smooth, I arched my back and ground my hips into his. Deep and lingering I was quickly brought myself to a point of explosive arrival. Griffs fingers were tangling into my hair and he thrust into me, driving us both to that place of blinding white light. My headlong plunges matched his own as we rode each other through the star and moonlight sky. A passionate river of release broke in me like a bursting dam. We let out simultaneous cries of pleasure that carried us away to the luminous orb hanging in the star flecked sky.
We lay there for a while as we came down. Our fingers traced random patterns on each others bare flesh, murmuring little endearments. I pulled myself off him, and slipped into my dress.
“Ill be here every full moon, if you want me,” he whispered. Impulsively, I took off my necklace and fastened it around his neck. “Maybe this will be a talisman and will return us to each other. Think of me when you caress the paws and ill know to come to you, even before the moon is full”.
Squeezing his hand one last time, I turned to walk from the meadow. The breeze blew and I turned to look at him once more, he was gone. I felt no presence there at all.
I had gone only a few steps when I heard yet another melodious howl rolling out of the trees. They’re stepping out of the waning moon shadow was the grandest wolf that I ever seen. Its haunting onyx eyes pierced me, I felt a delicious shivers cascading down my spine as the huge wolf padded with silent steps towards me. He was so feral and beautiful, a part of the night. He raised his head again in liquid nightsong, he turned; the silver necklace glinting in the fading moonlight against his silken fur.