The ocean crackled at the base of the cliff, the highway usually busy but it was quiet today. The spot was secret, it was just bushes by the side of the road and trees, most drove by so fast the small stone icon was invisible. Behind the small group of trees was a large archway about ten feet high and five feet across, beautifully tended to and landscaped dark green ivy archway, Lilies of the Valley on the base of each arch and white roses tucked in the leaves. Large stone steps were carved, almost had an ancient feel to them but this sanctuary was not that old.
The steps rose into the darkness with the thick ivy and roses a deep dark path with a bright light above coming from the top where they ended, about seven feet up.
The question in your mind was not fear to ascend the ancient steps but more that the world was now a distraction and the path before you called you away from it. Halfway up the dark steps, the thick ivy foliage had had a very strong warm earth smell that almost coated you by the sweet scent of the roses deep in the leaves. It was comforting, calming transitioning you away from everything else in your mind. Your hands touched deep in the ivy pulling a perfect white rose for your journey up the steps. The bright end of the steps the ivy dangled and as you parted it and emerged into the clearing this new world presented itself to you.
A large green landscaped grass area surrounded by tightly knit large trees was before you with only a large stone thrown sparsely accented with moss and groups of wildflowers at the base. Naturally, you take your place on the throne almost by instinct you know it is your place. Emerging from the trees as you get comfortable are seven wolves. Of mixed coats, some grey and brown, some black and grey, some brown, but all with blue and grey eyes on you. Most of the pack cuddles near your feet helping you remove your shoes.
Two are racing around you play-fighting, tackling and pulling on each other affectionately. Two more wolves emerge, a pure white one with piercing blue eyes carries a flower crown and gives it to you as she sits by your side. She drops the crown at your feet and as you pick it up she affectionately nudges your cheek with her warm nose. The large grey male wolf following her has a leather collar on and a folded not tucked in it. He sits and lays his beautiful strong face and deep blue eyes in your lap for you to take the note.
The note is as follows:
"These new friends and this new space are part of your new life. They will protect you, follow you through life, and provide for you this personal sanctuary of care. This place, this sanctuary, these spirit animals are here for you and now are in your mind forever. To support you, fuel your dreams and your own powerful spirit and thoughts and experiences in your life. In the flower crown, there is a gift for you."
You awake in a sweat, your eyes pop open. The white sheets you lay in were not on the bed when you fell asleep, nor were the many white pillows. You didn't even know you owned them. And a flower crown was by your feet at the end of the bed. You pick it up, it is warm and moist, delicately freshly woven with great intricate care. Roses, Daisies, Ivy, Baby's Breath, thorns, mini carnations, a Lilly, small thistles, and mini flowers you have never ever seen. The fragrance is overpowering as you pick it up from the end of the bed. As you examine it, in the thorns is embedded a pewter heart with a black silk bag attached to it.
The crown in your left hand, you reach for the bag, the thorns with the fingers from your right. As you dig, the thorns scrape and puncture the end of one finger. A little painful but you have retrieved the hidden artifact. The spot of blood you wipe off on your thigh as you open the silk bag with impatience. It is a necklace, a small bright princess diamond in a round white gold cage. You examine it closely, there is French lasered on the gold, so small you can hardly read it. You get up and go to the bathroom to put it on.
The chain is very light and delicate chainmaille of intricacy and craftsmanship you have never seen before. The chain is short almost a choker, but long enough so the cage rests perfectly and comfortably in the sweet creamy lonely beautiful perfect nape of your neck. Almost as if your neck has waited all its life just for this very special accent. You wash your hands after you secure the clasp on the chain, soothing the scratches and the small wound in warm water and your favorite fragrant soap. In the mirror in your bathroom, you are still naked with only the diamond.
As you move the bright lights you years ago purposeful put by your mirror, catch the small facets and shine at you. You inexplicably start to warm, as you go over the dream again and try and comprehend how the sheets changed and how the crown made it to your bed. You move your torso more to create more pleasurable flashes from the diamond on you. As you smile at yourself, you can hear me in the kitchen, your nipples harden and you feel a slight flush, as the dream was so intense and drawing to you you had forgotten I had been holding you all night.
You spin on your heels almost a little nervously, you often don't know how to react to your gifts. You know I had requested you stay in bed while I make you something, but your heart has already quickened.
And you are feverishly looking for something to put on. You have this burning feeling to show off for me now, to show the diamond and all I have and found in you in a way that accents your special form confidently for us. You know I love you best naked, but you also know both of us love you in your beautiful lingerie to add more extremely combustible fuel to our eternal fire in our minds and hearts and souls that we share. Stoking our flames is your best and most passionate endeavor in our lives. You stick with the flower theme, selecting a red and white delicate flower pattern bra and panties. Getting back in bed, with the diamond on you, and placing the flower crown on you.
You close your eyes and lay down. You hear me tap on the door frame and you open your eyes. I come into your bedroom with a plate of fragrant fruit and chocolate. You sit up for me, and watch me, heather grey boxers and my light blue dress shirt barely buttoned. I sit beside you on the bed and stroke your cheek, and a light kiss.
"Ah, baby you found it!" I say, "You look so beautiful! Do you like it?"
Your eyes grow very heavy with happiness for me as you focus on mine. You can't even speak, all you can do is kiss me deeply, passionately, as if you had been on a deserted island away from me for months. As we kiss your body reminds you that just a few hours ago we had made love, but that you needed me in you again badly. All you can do after the kiss is muse for me in your very powerful little mew purr voice that you know I love, "Yeah baby." With a great big smile for me.
As you sit and we kiss and caress, you feel the jewelry in your fingers.
Your deep brown eyes glow now, almost as if you are high, which you kind of are. Your whole body is alive with anticipation. As I drag the first raspberry in the cup of warm chocolate, and your sweet elegant full lips part for me to place it in your mouth with great care. It is so sweet, the very cold berry sweet and strong with the sweet warm chocolate. As you chew, I dip your fingers in the chocolate and make you grab a cold berry. Then place your fingers with the warm chocolate and cold berry in my warm soft wet waiting mouth.
As I suck your fingers and the chocolate, you close your eyes for a moment. Feeling my tongue lovingly caress and trace your small firm muscles and sweet skin, almost warming your bones. Your eyes open again, as the next piece I dip for you, this time a sweet succulent tiny apple slice in cold firm sweet caramel. In your mouth the sweet tiny apple piece almost explodes and the wetness makes the caramel warm on your tongue fast. Before your second chew, I kiss you deeply checking to make sure the caramel has started to liquefy from the heat of your mouth.
The very sweet verification kiss turns me on so much. I move slowly from your mouth, to your cheek with my soft firm lips, small gentle pleasurable sweet kisses. You hear my breath deepen as I kiss you, you forgot that you have been sleeping all night next to me and still have the sweet essence of our previous lovemaking all over you, fresh lingerie, but sweat and our cum are still all over you. As you heat up for me, you can smell that sweetness that we have been in each other's arms for hours enjoying all of each other, that we both had completed, and our results were very clear on each other's skin now. The sheets were fresh and a strong clean scent, the crown a very strong sweet flower smell all around your beautiful head, the fruit another strong smell, but the success of our making love with each other passionately was overpowering. I make my way down slowly and move the cup of your beautiful bra aside to kiss and suck your very aroused nipple.
It still tastes of us, your sweat and mine mixed together and dried, only now for our custom personal perfume of our very true love again to be revived in its sweet essence shared in a sweet kiss and embrace. I slip down the bra to your beautiful shapely waist that I love, and put chocolate on one nipple and caramel on the other. You hold my head in your hands, fingers deep in my soft hair, caressing me as I kiss and suck the sweet substances off your nipples very lovingly but with of course my own twisted forceful loving caring passion on them that you love so deeply. Your mind reels again as it did just only hours ago, realizing again, that all the love and care that exist in the world is holding and kissing and caressing you now. And I am about to exit the room to get you your breakfast that I have been lovingly making and to return to feed and nourish you with love and substance and care. So we can make love again.
I pry away your caress, you don't want to let go now. You are hungry, but me leaving the room even for a short time sinks your heart with a strange weight. I kiss you and tell you to hold your thoughts and exit. As you sit, you feel that your heart is beating so strongly it is almost physically coming out of your chest. The very apparent weight of your beautiful very lonely breasts at the moment confirms to you why you haven't physically exploded yet. You sit back a little, propping up some pillows to support you, waiting as parts you burn for us again. Your mind drifts, holding the diamond again, you wonder what is next. You slip back up your bra.
I enter with a tray, white dishes, tall glasses, and Starbucks cups, and two dozen deep red roses. I place the tray on the floor and ask you to lay back, but sitting up. You have already helped position you properly. I separate the roses into two bunches, lay one on the dresser, and the other I separate and distribute the roses around you. I made sure from this bunch the thorns were taken off, the stems are long, firm, but they are smooth and pleasant to your skin.
