How I miss the sweet caress of the wind and the taste of sweet love
It has been quite some time since I last stretched out and released into my wolf form. Slinking into the primitive ways of life only following my instincts and heart to hopefully guide in the right direction. I truly love the sweet, enticing zing that shoots through my spine, oh that sweet adrenaline that pumps ever lasting nectar into my blood and mind making me run and become one with my exotic wilderness. The wilderness that shall always be my home, but lately...that thrill does not cross my mind once now. I get up day after day to leave to work and incorporate myself in the normal human world for some odd, unknown reason.
I woke up this morning my body aching and my heart pounding, "stupid blood sugar", I grumbled. I don't have problems mental or physical but the mind is a powerful thing. I walked to my bathroom and flicked the switch for hot water in the shower. The world has become better in the acceptance of furries but many elder werewolves have decreed we shapeshifters stay under wraps and we had no problem with it. It gets annoying when humans and furries alike come up to you and say 'you're a shifter? prove it'. Not all are like that but it still happens every now and then.
I stripped out of my big shirt and boxers my custom pjs even though they're for men. I'm not ugly at least not to others. My hair is a sandy or strawberry blonde hair to match my oceanic blue eyes and soft, some-what tan skin. My C-cup breasts are perky and nice but still growing at there own happy pace. My hour glass figure is full and volumptuous and it is firm all the way down, the small V between my legs had soft copper hair to cover the sensitive pinkness it accompanied. The two tattoos that inhabit my body are simple and not too big. They are two imprints of paws, one paw a coyote paw the other a wolf. The white wolf paw is bigger of course and encases the blue coyote print nicely as if the wolf had stepped over it just to show up the coyote.
I did this because my wonderful mother was from california and my proud father from mississippi. I chuckled as I stepped into the shower thinking what a mismatch my parents truly are. The feel of the hot water against my skin is delicious and intoxicating. I can feel the tiny exotic drops of water dance down my body covering me fully with its embrace. I washed my hair thoroughly and rinsed it letting soapy suds gather around my toes and hearing them squish as I move. The tiny tingle I got from the tug of my hair made my nipples pucker slightly then ease down as I turned of the water and stepped out beginning to air dry.
Hehe *scratches behind my head* first time story hope you guys like it if you want me to continue I will ^_^"