CRUNCH TIME!

"Hey love? Please bring me two flute glasses and the wine I bought on my way from work?" Lazy me, at times I thought I was this immensely lethargic bastard who was always used to shouting orders. Normally, I would send around my seven year old daughter, since his bigger brother always seemed overwhelmed by schoolwork. So much so that his mother was constantly complaining, and asking me to find out whether he was always busy studying or whether he was always up to some mischief from behind his computer screen. Today was different however, since they had both gone to visit their grandparents, after my mom had harshly scolded me for not having taken them home for quite a while now.
Needless to mention, there was some sense of freedom, something that was not just rare, but quite pristine. We hardly ever spent time alone, without the presence of the hot blooded children. Their mother had even allowed the nanny to take the weekend off. How convenient? It felt like suddenly we were back to our younger days, when we would turn every part of our house to a romping spot.
"Babe I'm having a hard time uncorking this!" She protested. I hadn't asked her to uncork it though, because I knew it always beat her. Yet she still walked back into the lounge with quite some sense of chagrin. So I grabbed the  bottle from the safe tray and dexterously worked off the cork. I poured some wine in both glasses, and watched as my beautiful better half slowly swayed to the entertainment room, just across the lounge. Some old school, kick arse hip hop music filled the air, and seemed to suddenly revitalise my worn out self. Then she walked back, with a grin across her face, and I watched as she sipped some Vergelegen V Red, a South African wine that was her best. We had drank the same wine on our wedding, and I had fallen in love with it since then.
It wasn't just the wine I loved, it would have been nothing in fact if the love of my life hadn't been part of it. Yet again, this was a woman I had really grown to love, not just in mind but in my hearts of hearts too, and in its entirety for that matter. I was recklessly in love, profligate with love and with no apologies about it. She is a soul  warranted of nothing less though, with immense beauty and the heart of an angel. To me, she was nothing less, my Raphress, and together we already had two Raphlings... :)
She stands about 5"6, her skin golden and her eyes sexily heavy-lidded, her black silk hair, pulled back to just over her shoulders. Her voice mellow, sweet, and I could swear her voice always sent shivers down my spine whenever I heard her speak. Then I tend to think most women were created on a single day, but she was among the few that God had taken time to craft, with a sexy body to die for, and no Bridgestone tyres across her waist. A mild C cup bust, just good enough to handle with satisfaction, and an arse that occasionally caused drivers to rum into my gate everytime she went outside to water the flowers.

So we sat, merrily enjoyed our drinks as we listened to music. I lit a cigar amidst protests from my wife. Smoking was that unquittable habit for me, and my wife had hoped I would I have quit by now. Respectfully, I walked to the balcony and enjoyed the bright fullmoon cast as I slowly puffed in and out. The wind blew belligerently, almost whisking off my red lit cigar. My neighbours dogs barked hysterically, and abnormally, or so I always thought. I was in fact planning on secretly killing them, after they recently sneaked into my compound and littered it with their filthy excrement. You may wonder why I was resolving to such rather barbaric measures, but had their owner been less of a bigot we probably would have sorted matters man to man.
Suddenly, the door to the balcony opened, and I saw my wife walk through it. Her presence on the balcony must have made the resplendent mansion look even more magnificient. It takes a female touch, doesn't it? She moved ever close and passionately kissed me. Then she held my hand and stared at the moon. "A lovely one that, ain't it?" She asked. I nodded in affirmation, as I slowly slipped my arms around her and held her even more closer. I kissed her neck, and smelled the alluring smell of her skin.
It was generally a mild night. I couldn't bear to imagine what lay ahead. The moment was so real, and there was nothing else so nice than the fact that I had my love with me. I slowly lift her and placed her on the slab just under the grilled windows of the balcony. My blood was rushing, my veins vasodilating. I couldn't wait any longer, the urge was so real, so true. I could tell she was in for it, her breath was getting heavier and heavier, and I could literally feel her pulse. Her eyes became heavy with intent, this was it, this was the moment.
I slipped off her gown, and it lay on the floor, at the same moment when her hands twitched, and her nails curved into claws. She let out a loud growl, as suddenly her form grew larger, and her body filled with fur. She showed her teeth, razor sharp, and through her breath, I could feel she was baying for blood.
I had been so much intrigued by her transformation that mine had literally passed me. Yet there I was, my wolf eyes staring into her wolf eyes, bringing with it the memories of our past, how we met, how we fell in love. We held each other into our furry arms, our bodies still adapting to the new capabilities. We had a long night to go. Some blood to hunt, some flesh to eat, and maybe even make love atop the greatest mountains of this world. I let out a warning growl, time to hit the road baby, but first, I had to deal with my neighbours little dogs. Nothing personal. It's is just that, me and her, together as a team, I felt indomitable...