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Chapter Three: Teddy.
I didn't see him at first. Sitting in the corner, talking quietly with a small group of people. My attention was only drawn to him when introductions were made. My first impression; prey.
Oh, he had plenty of the qualities I look for in a man... Intelligence, a sweet nature, a kink oriented sex life.
Still, he was perfect prey. Yes, I see your fence, little sheep. And I'll even pay heed to it; for now.
My attention was drawn elsewhere, and he became inconsequential.
Our paths met again. And again. It seemed that everywhere I was to turn, he was there. Every meeting, I grew more and more intrigued. I began to covet him.
At first, a hug... A seemingly simple embrace, though it touched me far more than it should have.
Prey does not fire emotion; it does not make one smile in a light hearted joy when one sees it... Prey is for feeding, for desiring, for taking.
Why do I not feel that way with this one?
On perhaps our fifth or sixth such meeting, he showed me a new side of himself. One I knew existed, but the truth was far more exquisite.
He smoothed his hands lovingly across the fur that now embraced his entire body, and I felt something new toward him; a wanting, an openness.
I craved the touch of that fur against my skin. I moved to the floor, opening my legs and my arms, that he may come into them.
He turned, his back to me, and my heart plummeted.
Then he sat, and moved closer, so that his smooth soft fur was against me. Caressing my arms, my neck, my legs... All parts of my skin that were laid bare felt the brush of it.
My world shrank to a minuscule sphere, that only we two inhabited. My chest rose and fell with his, our breathing in harmony. Strong, warm arms held me, as I held him with my body, and I lay my cheek against his head and smiled blissfully.
Dreams painted the canvas of my mind as I drifted in and out of sleep... So comfortable, so safe, so utterly intoxicated by the feelings he was evoking in me.
After a time, my mind was dragged upwards and the fragile bubble of intimacy was shattered.
I felt tendrils of my heart wind out through my body, and lovingly caress his, binding part of my affections to him. I smiled again, feeling waves of protectiveness and hope washing over me.
I knew from that moment on, I would think of him often.
I knew, that I would crave to be in his arms again, to open myself to him.
I knew that I would want him to love me back.
I didn't see him at first. Sitting in the corner, talking quietly with a small group of people. My attention was only drawn to him when introductions were made. My first impression; prey.
Oh, he had plenty of the qualities I look for in a man... Intelligence, a sweet nature, a kink oriented sex life.
Still, he was perfect prey. Yes, I see your fence, little sheep. And I'll even pay heed to it; for now.
My attention was drawn elsewhere, and he became inconsequential.
Our paths met again. And again. It seemed that everywhere I was to turn, he was there. Every meeting, I grew more and more intrigued. I began to covet him.
At first, a hug... A seemingly simple embrace, though it touched me far more than it should have.
Prey does not fire emotion; it does not make one smile in a light hearted joy when one sees it... Prey is for feeding, for desiring, for taking.
Why do I not feel that way with this one?
On perhaps our fifth or sixth such meeting, he showed me a new side of himself. One I knew existed, but the truth was far more exquisite.
He smoothed his hands lovingly across the fur that now embraced his entire body, and I felt something new toward him; a wanting, an openness.
I craved the touch of that fur against my skin. I moved to the floor, opening my legs and my arms, that he may come into them.
He turned, his back to me, and my heart plummeted.
Then he sat, and moved closer, so that his smooth soft fur was against me. Caressing my arms, my neck, my legs... All parts of my skin that were laid bare felt the brush of it.
My world shrank to a minuscule sphere, that only we two inhabited. My chest rose and fell with his, our breathing in harmony. Strong, warm arms held me, as I held him with my body, and I lay my cheek against his head and smiled blissfully.
Dreams painted the canvas of my mind as I drifted in and out of sleep... So comfortable, so safe, so utterly intoxicated by the feelings he was evoking in me.
After a time, my mind was dragged upwards and the fragile bubble of intimacy was shattered.
I felt tendrils of my heart wind out through my body, and lovingly caress his, binding part of my affections to him. I smiled again, feeling waves of protectiveness and hope washing over me.
I knew from that moment on, I would think of him often.
I knew, that I would crave to be in his arms again, to open myself to him.
I knew that I would want him to love me back.
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