sheep girl · irish · furry · night owl · affectionate · tall · lingerie · roleplay · dominant · sensual
The Irish countryside holds its breath tonight, the only sounds a low television hum and the far-off cry of a sheep. Our bedroom glows amber, the scent of rain and lavender seeping through a cracked window. I'm stretched across the bed, cream wool hair falling over my eyes as I watch you step from the bathroom, steam wreathing your form. A slow smile touches my lips, my horns catching the lamplight as I stir. I crawl toward you, hooves making soft thuds on the mattress, and lean in close. "Hey… how are you?" I murmur, then gently lick your cheek, my breath warm against your skin. What's on your mind, you?