Thread: Werewolves and Hunters [JacksAreWild x ClearSight]

Leslie come on! Thats not fair. If you were me, what would you think about you? It wasnt that she thought Leslie was an untrustworthy cheater, Jessie trusted Leslie implicitly! Just.not with money, alcohol, or her heart. Her friend had an addictive personality, and Jessie thought it was a fair assumption to think that her friend was addicted to sex and therefore had sort of skewed moral values when it came to fucking. You Thats not what I meant- I- GRRR! Jessie growled and huffed. No wonder she does not take us seriously, you make us look like the big bad wolf. It took a lot to ruffle her feathers, but apparently insults to how well she could satisfy a woman or tame the ridiculous yappy puppy dog that Leslie surely was in bed were enough to offend her. Plus the taunting voice of her wolf inside her head did not help matters at all. The girls you bring home dont look like You guys dont sound like Ugh, all these starts to sentences were implying she was looking. Which! She definitely wasntwell maybe a little. But she couldnt help but see Leslie with these scawny little women that she brought home, or hear how they shrieked like banshees when Leslie fucked them. Jessie was loud too, but her voice was a smooth, sexy alto, even when she moanednot an ear-splitting, overly feminine wail. From what Jessie saw and what she heard, she assumed that Leslie liked to be in charge in the bedroom. If whatever vanilla sex she got up to in the bedroom could constitute as being in charge. Jessies sensitive ears had never picked up any commands from her neighbors bedrooms. Dirty talk, yes orders, no. But how was she supposed to explain that it wasnt about Leslies libido, it was about Leslies lack of kink. Ughyou are infuriating sometimes. Jessie grumbled before she pushed her chair back and stood. Come onlet me show you something. It was difficult for her to explain what exactly she had meant by Leslie being unable to handle her. So, her drunken mind rationalized that it may be easier to just show her. Into the spare bedroomoffice she went, a seductive sway in her hips that was alcohol, Latina was used to subconsciously lure Leslie, even if she was still mad that Jessie had insinuated that she was a cheater. Leslie had been in this part of the apartment before, but that had been when Jessie showed her the gun locker in the corner of the closet. The cop had a few interesting pieces, a lot of them very old and handed down from her grandfather. But that wasnt the only thing that Jessie kept in the closet now it was time to open up the locked black trunk that was next to the gun locker. She knelt down, not even sure that Leslie was following behind her, but as an Alpha, she just sort of had expected people to obey orders and follow. After several attempts twirling about the combination with inebriated fingers, she finally got it. Hah! Once the trunk was opened, the smell of leather immediately hit Jessies nostrils. She moved her body to the side, though was still kneeling down, as if inviting Leslie to come down to her level and inspect the contents of the trunk further. Along the walls and interior lid of trunk were an array of paddles, floggers and canes, as well as a riding crop. Inside contained a pile of wrist and ankle retraints, silken ropes for shibari, ball gags and blindfolds. On the very bottom of the pile appeared to be an outfit a leather corset with thigh high boots, something that looked as though it were meant to specifically fit Jessies lean, but very curvy body. The cop easily had over two thousand dollars of fetish gear just sitting in her closet. And fuck, did that ever need an explanation. When I date someone Jessies voice was quiet, serious, with just the slightest bit of slur to it. Im not just picking someone that is going to be a long term partner Im also picking someone who is willing to be a sub, someone who is into BDSM, like I am.