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Darwins
Junior Spanko
Username: Darwins
Post Number: 145
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Tuesday, March 28, 2006 - 10:24 pm: | 
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The mournful sound carried on into the night
Birds in the trees were startled and took flight
In the darkness small animals scurried for cover
To escape the cry of the wolf calling her lover
It dipped in the valleys, rose high over the hills
Crossed highways and byways and slumbering mills
It was caught on the wind like a whispering sigh
Rising and falling but refusing to die
It travelled onwards over ponds lakes and rivers
To those mortals who heard hair raised in shivers
It carried over oceans to the one who should hear
To him it was like music sweet pure and clear
I'm a king bee baby Buzzing round your hive
we can make honey baby if you let me come inside
Come on babe lets buzzzzz a while.
(Rolling Stones)
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Wolfie
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Wolfie
Post Number: 1481
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Tuesday, March 28, 2006 - 10:27 pm: |
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She stood quietly under a midnight sky
Her eyes beseeching the waning moon
Would he hear her desperate cry
Begging for release from her solitude soon
Head thrown back she sent the call
Across hill and field and wooded glen
The mournful notes did rise and fall
Finishing only to begin again
She'd been alone too long you see
Her need for him an endless ache
His arms were where she longed to be
And what she dreamed of when not awake
Her heart called out to his that night
Amidst the stars shining high above
Would he end her lonesome plight
Uniting them once again in love
If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you.
Grow old with me, the best is yet to be.
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Bethie
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Bethie
Post Number: 704
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Tuesday, March 28, 2006 - 11:11 pm: |
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 Wonderful, you two, simply wonderful! Thank you. |
Wolfie
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Wolfie
Post Number: 1482
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Tuesday, March 28, 2006 - 11:42 pm: |
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Following a nightly ritual, the shewolf climbs to the top of a hill, overlooking miles and miles of her territory. All appears quiet, just the moon and the sounds of the night creatures keep her company. A terrible loneliness fills her heart, and throwing back her head she calls out to the moon for comfort. Her howl lingers on the wind, and just like every night she turns to go feeling lonelier than ever.
Suddenly her ears prick...did she hear a reply? She calls again and waits. Yes, she wasnt mistaken, there is another wolf in the woods tonight, returning her invitation. Shewolf springs into action, running down the hill like a greyhound, faster and faster, until the bushes and trees go by in a blur. She hurdles a small stream, flushing game as she goes. But they are safe tonight, for there is only one other creature on her mind. She suddenly realizes he's by her own den, just waiting, and she begins to slow with indecision.
Peeking out of the bushes, she sees a large male Wolf, a little lighter in coloring than herself. He stands as an Alpha would; head up, tall, hackles slightly lifted. He knows she's there, and his tail wags gently in greeting. As she steps out of the bushes to meet him, he lowers his front into the semi-submissive posture that wolves use when saying hello. It's also an invitation to play. Shewolf walks torwards him and sniffs at him disdainfully. He bumps her with his muzzle, and she shows her teeth, letting him know she is no pushover. He nuzzles her ear, and she notices he has beautiful blue eyes, so uncommon in wolves. He circles her, rubbing and pawing at her in a playful manner, and as she relaxes the Shewolf nips him gently on the neck. He takes this as permission to lay his head on top of her shoulders, a sign of dominance over her, and one she cant ignore.
With a low snarl and a sudden snap of teeth, the Shewolf lunges at the male next to her. He dodges her bite, and growls a warning deep in his throat. She ignores his attempts to dominate her, and bares her fangs threateningly, her own growl sounding loud in her ears. She is totally unprepared for the males response. He grabs her by the scruff of the neck, and using his superior strength pins her to the ground, holding her there as she squirms and struggles to rise. Finally the Shewolf surrenders, going limp and making small noises of submission, she allows him free access to her vulnerable throat. When he allows her to rise she is all contrition, licking his face and muzzle, nipping lightly at his neck. He accepts her caresses as well as her plea for forgiveness, and returns them in full measure. They circle and play like two young pups, enjoying each others company and the night.
Finally, the large male pushes the Shewolf torwards the door to her den. She goes willingly, her green eyes flirting with him and sending wild promises. They enter the den and move inward, away from prying eyes. The last that can be heard is a deep masculine chuckle and affectionate "Brat!" followed by the sound of palm smacking feminine backside and a happy giggle...
If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you.
Grow old with me, the best is yet to be.
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Reader_girl
Junior Spanko
Username: Reader_girl
Post Number: 106
Registered: 07-2005
| | Posted on Wednesday, March 29, 2006 - 09:32 am: |
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Oh, Wolfie, that's so sweet...
Reader Girl
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Pinkcheeks
Spanko
Username: Pinkcheeks
Post Number: 215
Registered: 12-2005
| | Posted on Wednesday, March 29, 2006 - 02:39 pm: |
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the poems are wonderful!
And Wolfie...the short story is just adorable!
You two seem so great together 
"Thought I WAS being a good girl...really I did!"
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Wolfie
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Wolfie
Post Number: 1489
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Wednesday, March 29, 2006 - 05:25 pm: |
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I'm so glad you both like it. I guess I'll have to post part 2....
If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you.
Grow old with me, the best is yet to be.
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Pinkcheeks
Spanko
Username: Pinkcheeks
Post Number: 218
Registered: 12-2005
| | Posted on Thursday, March 30, 2006 - 08:19 am: |
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yes yes yes yes!!
"Thought I WAS being a good girl...really I did!"
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Wolfie
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Wolfie
Post Number: 1495
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Thursday, March 30, 2006 - 12:15 pm: |
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Shewolf opens her eyes to look at the male by her side. He looks quite content, lying there sprawled like a large rug. She sleepily nuzzles his neck and nibbles on his ear, smiling as he sighs in appreciation.
Hungry are you? Did you expend a bit too much energy last night? Poor baby! she grins at the look he gives her
Ok, hang on and I'll feed you. Be right back.
The male wolf closes his eyes, sighs and considers getting a few more minutes of sleep. This is the life, he thinks, enjoying having a female who knows how to please her mate. He hears her re-enter the den, and the sudden pressure against the side of his face causes him to smile and murmur to her
Back so soon? Did you miss me?
He opens one eye to stare into the hideously grinning face and staring eyes of a dead possum. The Shewolf is dangling it upside down over his head, and seeing his horrified look, she promptly drops it on him. He leaps to his feet, jumping away from the carcass, only to stare in amazement as the "dead" animal gets up and calmly walks out of the den. The male glares at his mate, who is rolling on the floor, literally howling with laughter. Shewolf sees his thunderous expression, and with a Still hungry? and a cheeky grin, she bolts out of the den, the male in hot pursuit.
Dont get too complacent Steve...
If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you.
Grow old with me, the best is yet to be.
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Itchy
Spanko
Username: Itchy
Post Number: 1330
Registered: 08-2005
| | Posted on Thursday, March 30, 2006 - 08:19 pm: |
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lmao cheeky little pup isnt she ........brilliant stories wolfie
"Evaluation has replaced torture as the primary means of social control"
Foccoult
ohhh how boring
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Wolfie
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Wolfie
Post Number: 1499
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Thursday, March 30, 2006 - 09:31 pm: |
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Moi? *grin* 
If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you.
Grow old with me, the best is yet to be.
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Hisredwagon
New member
Username: Hisredwagon
Post Number: 6
Registered: 02-2006
| | Posted on Friday, March 31, 2006 - 07:08 am: |
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Absolutely Beautiful. Thank-You for sharing such beauty.
Redwagon |
Starrchaser
New member
Username: Starrchaser
Post Number: 7
Registered: 12-2005
| | Posted on Friday, March 31, 2006 - 08:19 pm: |
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You two touch my heart!!! |
Pinkcheeks
Spanko
Username: Pinkcheeks
Post Number: 221
Registered: 12-2005
| | Posted on Saturday, April 01, 2006 - 11:55 am: |
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"Thought I WAS being a good girl...really I did!"
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Beachley
Spanko
Username: Beachley
Post Number: 341
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Saturday, April 01, 2006 - 08:06 pm: |
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Thanks you two. I was all smiles reading the story and poems. You are both so talented.
The Spice of Life is having my OWN WAY!! A spanking would be nice.
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Wolfie
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Wolfie
Post Number: 1508
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Saturday, April 01, 2006 - 11:31 pm: |
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Thank you everyone, I'm glad you enjoyed our poems/stories...we had fun writing them. 
If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you.
Grow old with me, the best is yet to be.
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