InterruptedbySilverwolf ©![]() Interrupted Tippy lay on the stone hearth; delicate body stretched on her side as her papery tongue carefully cleaned a feathered forepaw. I thought as I watched how wonderful she was, and desirable. I could just sit here watching her for hours in her canine beauty. She arched her furred eyebrows, catching me staring, and hesitantly thumped her sinuous tail. I whistled a low double toned wolf call that got a few more waves before she resumed her ablutions. Reluctantly, I turned back to my book, though a few minutes proved I could no longer concentrate on the nesting habits of Great Blue Heron. My eyes traveled back to her, fine lines and soft curves reflecting the flickering firelight like fresh mined coal. She paused her task, again catching my eye. I want you, I thought, I need the touch of your flesh. She lay back; raising her legs to expose her tender, slightly plump belly as her tail dusted the flagstones. She whimpered, that soft whine usually reserved for wanting, be it snacks or attention, giving me a rush of dizzying pulse. I sat beside her as she whimpered again, the heat of the fire no match for flame of my desire. I bent to her proffered tongue receiving a passionate kiss, and ran a shaky hand through the softly curled hairs of her snowy chest. Funny, after so many years exploring her delicate body, she could still make me tremble. I’d never trembled before her, my touch on another’s skin not thrilling me as she did. I bent lower, lips hesitantly brushing an erect nipple, itself quivering to my steamy breath. I smiled, my sight filled with her plump flexing vulva. Slowly, I ran my fingers along her soft belly, gently rubbing her tender lips before carefully sliding my middle finger deep within her sex. Holding there, I let her squeeze my finger as I gazed into her wet brown eyes, her large pupils growing wider while I stroked her moist walls. I felt my own sex grow firmer as she whimpered yet again and frenched me. A knock came at the door. No, damn it, I thought, not now. Tippy, pupils shrinking and ears erect, turned her nose to the kitchen. Go away, I prayed. The knob rattled, and my mother’s voice rang out hello. Shit, I hadn’t locked the door, nor could I ignore a visit from mom. Tippy leapt up, tail dancing as she pulled off my finger, and ran yapping for the door ready to greet one of her favorite humans. I jumped in my chair, hastily arranging myself to hide my excitement. As my mother let herself into the house I watched Tippy bouncing beside her and smiled at my love and the anticipation of what the night would bring. silverwolf "Site content and stories Copyright secured 1998-2003 Silverwolf & Silverwolf Industries" "E-mail the Author at silverw122@netscape.net" |