I was on another of my walks. These walks were a daily ritual for me, helping clear my mind after a busy day. I rarely had time to myself and could immediately feel the calming effect as I stepped outside my door.

It had been a beautiful Autumn day, clear, crisp, cool. The warmth of the sun took the edge of the cold as I walked, but that heat soon faded as the dusk approached. My feet swept the ground as I strolled, kicking the colourful leaves in my path.

I turned the corner to see some road maintenance workers packing up their equipment for the day. One of them caught my eye as I approached. Cheeky and handsome looking, the worker instantly reminded me of him. That one guy I could not forget about, or rather, she could not forget about.

It was enough. The eye contact with the worker. Enough to awaken her.

The She-Wolf.

And so it began. I was no longer feeling calm. There was a subtle change in my energy. Resistance was pointless. Those inner urges crept slowly as I walked and my mind soon became corrupted by her thoughts of hunger and lust.

The attractive worker looked at me again and turned to his colleague. They both glanced in my direction. I turned away shyly and smirked to myself.

Those fools.

Deceived by my demure appearance and completely unaware of the transformation about to develop. Before my very own eyes the She-Wolf ravages the pair of them. The handsome one fucking her body from behind whilst she devoured the other hungrily with her drooling mouth. They wouldn't last five minutes with the She-Wolf.

No longer in stealth mode, I felt her energy taking over, consuming me like a drug. I knew where this was leading and I was powerless to stop it.

Instantly, she was insatiable. It did not matter where I was, what I was doing. That need for her to devour something or someone took over. Every. Time.

My body flowed with a new energy. Goosebumps covered my body and the throbbing between my legs became urgent.

Innocent faces became victims of my imagination as I walked by. I wondered how he fucked. I wondered what her pussy looked like. I wondered how he tasted. I wondered how big his dick was. I wondered how she sounded when she orgasmed. I wondered. I daydreamed. I indulged the She-Wolf.

But my mind kept going back to the handsome worker and of how much he reminded me of him. He was really the one she wanted. He matched her energy in every way. Except, now he was only present as part of her imagination. I shook my head, hoping to rid myself of thoughts of him.

It wasn't working. I walked faster, the urgency to get home increasing the more my mind became plagued with untamed thoughts.

The need for the She-Wolf to fuck possesed every bone in my body. She craved flesh, teeth bared, snarling, hairs on end. Insatiable and thirsty as fuck.

I returned home, fumbling the keys in the lock when I noticed it. The moon. It was full, round and glaringly beautiful. That was it, I was done for. The lure of her energy pulled me in even more. Barely unable to contain my excitement, I entered the house and ran upstairs, as though possessed. Nothing else mattered at that moment.

Being alone meant nothing, if anything it was when the Wolf fully revealed herself. Laying herself bare, revelling in self pleasure as though it was her carnal right of passage.

Nails clawed into my own flesh, desperately seeking that nourishment she craved. My mind was full of nothing but pure filth.

The guy, the He-Wolf as she aptly named him, was sadly no longer hers to fuck. I tried to push thoughts of him out, but the She-Wolf would not allow it. My mind flashed back to him. The one. Her one. The only one that could meet her needs. Tall, masculine and powerful, he took her in ways she could only previously only dream of. Memories took over my imagination.

She taunted and teased, saying out loud those devilish wants I could not deny myself. I yearned for the He-Wolf. I mimicked his touch, gagging for those claws to be inside me, touching, probing, penetrating, feeling everything. I heard her words, undeniable truths of what a needy cunt I was, what a sad needy little pussy I had, hankering for someone that was no longer mine.

She wasn't wrong. I could not get the He-Wolf out of my mind. I wriggled and writhed at the mere thought of him. That animalistic uncontrollable heat, pushing, shoving, clothes ripping. I would hiss and claw at him. He would bite and slam me against the wall. Kissing each other hard, tongues out, reaching, probing, craving flesh. We'd stare deep into each other's eyes, words not needed.

The She-Wolf’s voice commanded me, akin to a devil on my shoulder, any morsel of self restraint gone. I clambered, searching for my largest dildo in a frenzy, seeking to replicate his huge powerful cock penetrating me.

I bent over on all fours in front of the full length mirror, thrusting my skirt up and digging my nails into my underwear. The She-Wolf wanted to see everything. I yanked my panties to the side and jabbed the large dildo into my slippery cunt, gasping and closing my eyes.

There he was. The He-Wolf. Watching, seeing, noting every detail of how I reacted to each of his movements. He thrusted. Harder. Faster. I let go, screaming as I was fucked into euphoria. I opened my eyes and watched myself as I slammed the dildo into myself harder. I recognised the unrestrained pleasure on my face as my orgasm grew exponentially, feeling his power growing and taking a hold of me, before finally we howled in unison as our orgasms synchronised.

But I knew this wasn't over. The She-Wolf would prowl unabashed once more. The trigger and the fantasy would always be of her choosing.

Over and over. The more I gave, the more she took. It was an addiction. Both a curse and a blessing.

Inevitably, rest would come and she would go back to her lair. I never knew for how long. Sometimes months, sometimes weeks, sometimes hours.

I enjoyed my peace for now, but it would not last. She would be back.

My muse, my curse, my friend.

My She-Wolf.