The Wolf’s Collar
Dancing under the moonlight.
The Wolf finally staked his claim.
The touch of the beautiful metal on one’s neck.
The symbol of his claiming and ownership of your heart and body.
The howls of powerful moans and the tenderness of his touch.
Reminding you of how your lover worshiped your body under the moonlight.
On how he claimed you after the dance.
His loving voice, the longing he felt for you when he first entered you.
Then claimed you repeatedly to the point your body took his form inside you.
Fully reminding you that he is all you need.
That you are his and his alone.
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Dee Almeda View All →
Multi-conscious, Sensual, Intuitive and a follower of Goddess Inanna
A woman who values life in a higher divine level than the materialistic level of life.
Loves volunteer works for Non-Government organizations that supports life, animals, nature and spiritual growth.
Currently in a quest to achieving Multi-Dimentional Consciousness.
Loved this 🔥 Your SecondLife persona is captivating – beautiful, erotic scenes you captured 💫
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