Back again :P...Some thoughts and The demon inside....

Wow, well its been quite some time since I've posted anything on here. Writers block is a bitch at times! But alas we all suffer from it sometimes. So what have I been up to in my absence? Honestly not that much. Work and sleep and trying to keep to my new exercise and healthy eating regime have been taking up most of my time. My exam results will be out soon and I know I've failed a couple of the exams I took, they were very hard and to be honest I don't love what I'm doing and it makes it ten times harder. On the plus side things are going well with the guy I'm seeing but its complicated, extremely complicated but I'll save that story for later. 

I've been reading some romance novels lately and I am disappointed. Writers whom started out amazing have now begun to drift into the same old thing different characters. One in particular who I have adored for years has really made me wonder at her writing talent. I read two of her books in about four days and the similarities between them were identical except for the names of the characters. The guy is a rake, a rouge, one man that all the ladies would like between their legs but would be too scandalous to marry. The Lady, gently bred, but has of late realised that her families fortune has diminished and is in need of a rich husband and so goes out looking for him. Alas they both meet one another and the girl treats him with distaste as the guy follows her about like a love sick puppy (where the hell has the rake gone?). Finally the girl realises her absolute, irrevocable love for him and thus she submits body and soul and they say they love one another after three days of meeting? Holy crap! If that happened me I think I would run a mile and be like what the fuck! You must be crazy if you love me after just a few days. So anyway they end up in a tryst. He performs oral sex on her, then breaks her maiden head which by the way is not inches up your vagina but is obviously at the entrance. Where the hell did this whole thing come from? Romance novels making up their own take on the human anatomy. She crys out, tears glistening on her eyes then after two minutes tells him to just take her. He does and they both finish together their first time. I'm sorry but that takes a lot of practice and is sometimes not even possible, but fine its romantic, whatever. They then get married and have children. But of course there is also the back story which is always the same and which drags the man away from the woman and threatens to tear them apart. Been there done that bought the romance novel! Well I think historical romance could do with a little kick in the butt to get them interesting again. 

So enough of my little rant! I think i owe all of you a little something so here it is! I also promise an update on a wolves tale, I am still unsure as to where I would like to take it at the moment but I'm thinking. 

The Demon inside 

  

I wait for you in a fathomless ibis,

your silent screams my energy,

The feel of your terror a wondering bliss,

Your voice to me like a singing clergy,

As my dark tendrils touch you like a lingering kiss.

I am your sole and secret friend,

The only one you can truly and lovingly trust,

You love me as much as you hate me as I bend,

As I twist and hunger like a lover with my lust,

I love you my wonderful end.

You remember as you look in the dark pit of the mirror,

Before you, you see that shining in your eyes,

That tells you I am with you, the sharer,

The demon inside, who wants you to die,

Yes thats right, I whisper as you understand, let loose the terror.

The knife glints, reflecting the only light from the moon,

You try to fight but it makes me stronger,

The fear making the end come soon,

Yes do it, I can't take it much longer,

Your life will ebb away just like the last remains of June. 

You gasp, then look down,

The knife has clattered to the floor,

The blood on your hand bright on your gown,

mmmm...It felt so good, I need more,

The only sound you hear the laughing of a clown.

Yes my love I know your fear,

Thats it let the darkness take you,

I drink the last drops of your life as my outline becomes clear,

I leave you now, whole, your body in two,

Your eyes close leaving only a small silver tear. 

A little bit morbid but I read recently of demons who take over a persons body, convincing them to kill themselves. This is what my strange overactive mind came up with :P. It basically shows turmoil within a person, but is it really a demon inside or is it simply the anger inside wanting to be out? Did she die or was she reborn? What pushed her to the darkness she let overcome her? A few small questions for you to think about :P

Happy Terrifying Thursday! 

Freya xx 

A wolves tale part 4

I sat watching the clock on my computer praying that the day would finally be over, the itching over my body had grown worse and worse over the course of the day and I feared one wrong word would set me off on a rampage. Finally it changed to five and I quickly hit print. I fetched the paper I had been working on and slipped it into the box on Andy's door not wanting to disturb him for fear of getting caught at the office for another few hours. I returned to my desk and grabbed my bag from it's drawer and amost sprinted into the street. All around me passerbys hurried on their way all with the one goal of reaching their homes after a long day of grueling work.

I opened my purse and grabbed my cellphone quickly typing a number from memory and after three agonizing rings Jason answered and I all but growled one word into the phone "Chatta". Before I hung up I heard him curse as he understood that now was not the time to hesitate...my change was comming and comming fast. Finally reaching my car I pulled the door open roughly. I hopped in and was tearing out of the carpark before anyone even noticed that someone had been there.

"Damn it Tala!" Jason growled in anger as he found me slumped over the steering wheel at our usual parking spot. "why the hell do you wait so long before changing!, you know damn well that changes only at full moon are fucking lie" he ranted as he opened my door and easily lifted me out.

"you know, there is an advantage at having you around Jason when I need someone to carry me" I retorted, my voice tinged with pain.

"come on Tala no need to be a smartass. It's your own fault you know. Jason has every right to be angry" Sam said calmly, always the problem solver of our small group.

"you are such a fucking idiot Tal. I swear the moment you get your pretty little ass changed I'm gonna beat it for ya!" hunter snapped with the firey anger he was so well known for.

"Jesus just look at your eyes.." Jason continued as he tilted my face upwards to look at him. "how close were you all day? You know how it could effect us if you change near ordinary people. You would be shot down and killed or worse be made into a science expieriment! Not to mention the possible murders you could commit in that sort of state. You can be so stupid sometimes"

"yes dad" I replied mockingly as my body began to tense in his arms. "could you please put me down so I can get this over with?" I asked sweetly. Bearing my teeth in a smile looking every bit as feral as the wolf trying to get out.

"Fine" he replied in an exasperated voice as he simply dumped me onto a soft pile of grass near a riverbank almost three miles into the Chatthoochee forest, one of Georgias most beautiful and vast woodland areas.

"ooof" I exclaimed, "if I wasn't in so much pain right now I'd hurt you" I grumbled.

"ya..ya save it for after you have changed" Jason called put as he and the boys walked further into the forest to begin their own change.

Ok..I thought here it goes. I breathed in deep as I pulled off my clothing already feeling the change running through my limbs. I sat up on my hands and knees and arched my back as a wave of pain shot through me. " mmmmm" I moaned as the air rippled around me and my bones began to snap. This was never a good expierience, espically if it was left so long. I cried out as fur sprung from my soft skin and covered my body. Half in and half out of the change I could only represent the most disgusting of monsters. One more ripple through the air and my moans changed to a howl as I finally reached it fully. I stood there panting for a second before shaking my body and springing from my crouched down position in the grass.

I reveled in the feel of the air through my dark brown and copper tinged fur. My lean body graceful and powerful as I ran through the grass and trees. My mind was mine but now accompanied by the wolf. We wanted to hunt....

I let out a yelp as not one but three other larger wolves pounced on me throwing me into the air and onto the ground before starting a scuffle. 'Not fair' I growled in my mind knowing that they would hear, 'three against one..'

'haha' I heard in reply...'with you Tal three against one is perfectly fair' Hunter replied as he tried to nip my ear, I turned my head and growled at him before grabbing him by the neck with my teeth and throwing him to the ground. He landed on his feet and turned to face me. His body poised to attack. 'you're out my friend' I mumered, 'you know the rules one nip and your out of the game'

The large silver wolf before me pawed the ground and shook his head as if to clear the animalistic urge to attack from his mind before turning and bounding off into the forest. I turned slowly and faced the light brown and white wolves behind me. 'alright boys, whose next' I wolfishly smiled.

The light brown wolf, Sam stepped forward and we began to circle one another. Neither knowing when the other would attack but watching carefully for any telltale signs. Suddenly Sam leaped and I skirted to the side alowing him to jump past and land, his paws hitting the loose soil and throwing up clouds of dust. 'not bad' I drawled in my mind taunting him. I heard him growl angryly before he leaped at me again. This time I was ready and I allowed him to pounce on me. I leaned to the side and rolled us over pinning him to the ground. I nipped at his ear drawing a tiny bit of blood...'touch' I said quitely and confidently as I hopped off of him and sauntered over to the edge of the clearing we had found ourselves in. I heard him cursing and I laughed in my mind, 'don't you know not to attack a woman when she hasn't changed in weeks' I sneered.

I felt rather then saw my last opponant sneaking behind me. He knew I could hear him. 'trying to trap me Jason?' I enquired without turning around. 'oh no Tal we both know I have already done that' he replied. 'arrogant bastard' I exclaimed. He laughed.

'don't you remember this morning?' he enquired. 'i don't think you have paid off that little remark yet'

I growled loud this time the sound reverberating through my body. He is just trying to rise you so he can win, the tiny voice of reason echoed in my mind. I shut my mind off from him and turned slowly, facing my opponant head on. I saw myself reflected in his black eyes as I crouched down low to the ground. He wined slightly his paws moving restlessly over the dark earth. He knew I had a trick up my sleeve.

Finally after what seemed like an age I leaped over him and sprinted deeper into the forest. I stopped at another clearing looking around me franticly not knowing where he was. I heard birds singing in the trees and a crack of a twig broken by a lesser animal but no sign of Jason. I paced uneasily in circles as I waited.

I whipped around as I heard a rustle of leaves. Jason bounded out from the shadows and jumped on me our bodies rolling over and over each trying to get a hit. Finally after what seemed like and age I grabbed his frount paw in my mouth and growled happily as he yelped in surprise. I hopped off of him and he lay still on the ground. I watched as he changed back into his human form. Deciding to change back myself. This time I slipped into human form easily and fluidly. Padding over to where he lay.

"come on now Jason, I bearly touched you" I said soothingly. Comfortable with my own nakedness I turned and stretched my tired muscles my arms reaching high up into the sky. I felt something loop over them and pull tight my hands ending up clasped together. "hey" I gasped as I felt strong arms around my tiny waist, carrying me over to a nearby tree. Jason lowered me gently on the ground before quickly binding my arms above my head tying the vine he used to the branch of the tree. I stood there panting my small breasts pulled upward by my arms. The nipples were hard demanding attention as my body reacted to the bondage.

Jasons eyes skimmed over me, and body reacted. I was deliciously wet with need. Wanting to feel him within me as the adrenalin of the fight left my veins. "beautiful" he drawled as if savouring the word. He was hard I could see it. His manhood large and needing. I whimpered and pulled at the vine that held me wanting to break Free and have him now. He laughed seeing clearly my predictiment. He walked over to me slowly his lips close to my ear. He kissed my neck right at the pulse point and I moaned softly as his hand skimmed over my flat tummy. "please" I begged standing on my toes trying to get his hand right where I needed it.

He looked into my eyes and smiled. "I suppose it's only fair" he began as his fingers moved up my thigh. "a touch for a touch" he said almost in a whisper as his fingers gently moved over the soft lips between my thighs. I moaned as not one but two of his long fingers entered me slipping in easily due to my mounting wettness. He withdrew them and softly circled my clit drawing another loud moan from my lips.

"please" I gasped needing to feel him within me. He understood not only because he could hear my thoughts but also because it was what he needed too. Denying me that very morning had cost him more then he wished to say. He grabbed hold of my thighs lifting me as he thrust into my womanly heat. I groaned at the sheer pleasure of it as I wrapped my legs around his hips. Unable to control the movements as I was bound and at his mercy. He began to thrust in and out of me faster and faster. Kissing me as he did our tounges mimicing the movements. Our breaths mingling as we gasped into each others mouths. I felt something growing within as I began to get closer to completion. I know Jason felt it too.

Finally I came my body clenching around him as he growled reaching his own completion. We stayed as we were panting. Finally he released me and untied my arms placing me gently on the ground as we heard the others comming closer. Jason playfully swatted my bottom as I ran off in search of my clothes just as the others ran naked into the clearing. I growled as they laughed but couldn't help but smile. Finding my clothes I threw them on quickly and sat waiting for them to reappear. ( to be continued)

freya xx          

Broken wings

My wings are broken,
They fly no more,
All that is left are words unspoken,
And a sorrow right at the core,
Of life, of time,
This love which was never mine,
Confusion, delusion,
Of a dream left with just a contusion.

A little mellow Monday posting.

Freya xx

A wolves tale part 3

Dimitri stood before the fireplace, a still and commanding presence within the large room. Only he could do it, cause fear to ripple through the minds of those near him. As it was, his minions stood at least three feet from him, as much space as they could manage without invoking his anger. In his gnarled hand he held a single wine glass filled with a ruby red liquid. Wine perhaps? Or maybe a more sinister beverage to the ordinary person. His dank hair fell from his head in greasy tendrils, matted and filthy. His suit was once an expensive array of fabrics, lovingly sewn for a master no longer himself. The years had taken their toll. He sighed as he contemplated this. His skin, stretched taunt and pale over bones and hallowed black eyes illuminating the flames below told just how much he had endured. He needed a new kind of life. He was dying now. He had tried Fey blood. The blood of pixies and elves. So many had to die to feed his greed and they had grown wary, Increasing their defences and the walls were now impenetrable.

Humans quenched the thirst and their terror brought much amusement to him. However he was no longer a young and virile vampire and needed more then what they could bring him.

Demons proved too much trouble for the small amount of life they provided and the after effects of incubi and succubi although fun for a while, proved an unnecessary annoyance when it was not needed.

Angels were an interesting bunch. But their blood had the uncanny effect of making ones skin glow an unnatural gold. And no one wants to get feathers everywhere, especially between teeth.

His own kind on the other hand although providing less life then the Angels gave him something more. By taking the blood of the strongest vampires it was possible for him to absorb their powers.

Now he was feared but it was worthless unless he could save himself. Everlasting life was a myth, eventually time catches up with a vampire just like everything else. He had been around thousands of years a direct descendant from the first vampire that walked the night. But time was catching up with him just as it did with Itanis.

“What news of the research” he inquired in his raspy voice. There was a hesitation and he lifted his head to stare at his commanding officer. “Well!” He all but shouted.

“S…Sir…“ Marcus began then jumped as his masters fist connected with the fireplace.

“I haven’t got all day, as you see time is my enemy” he said gesturing to the whole room as if it were the world with the hand holding the wine glass.

“We have reason to believe….” He tentatively said fearing a reaction. “That there is a group in Georgia displaying interesting characteristics. Their species contain both male and female counterparts. Their powers passed on through birth or attack”

“You idiot!” Dimitri barked at him as he suddenly appeared before the smaller man the glass of blood smashed on the floor. Taking hold of his neck in one wizened but strong hand he lifted him from the ground pulling him close to his face. “I am aware of Warewolves…you think I do not know of their kind. I have been alive longer then you have I not. Disgusting nasty creatures” He said his putrid breath blowing in Marcus’s face. Marcus made a gurgling apologetic sound before Dimitri threw him across the room smashing his body against the nearby wall.

“And what is so intriging about this particular group of mutts?” He asked almost sweetly.
“Sir…there is a woman.”

“Ah yes, a woman and how do you suppose a puny idiotic woman can help with this mess” Dimitri interrupted again gesturing to himself.

“There is something about her, we haven’t gotten all the details. But she is different then the others. She may not know it herself but there is something more that runs through her blood” Marcus explained.

Dimitri stared at Marcus evaluating what the vampire had said to him. Hmm... he thought, it would prove easy to secure a woman and at least he could have a little fun. He so enjoyed their high pitched screams…and if Marcus was right perhaps her blood had the final ingredient he was so greedy for.

“Bring her to me” He commanded… (to be continued)

Freya xx

a wolves tale - Part two

“Miss. Evans, my office now…” was what met me when I finally dragged myself into work. I checked my watch for the hundred time since I left my house that morning, “Its only two minutes after nine” I grumbled to myself. This morning was not working wonders on my already strained mood. I need to change and change soon I thought feeling my skin itching. I need to run and work this tension out before I end up changing in front of someone and scaring the crap out of them. I passed a mirror and saw my normally dark brown eyes were now glowing gold around the edges. Yep left it too long this time I thought shaking my head. My father is going to kill me. Not that our relationship is the best as it is but this will really be the icing on the cake if I go and kill someone today.

My father Manion is the Alpha male of our small pack. The leader and altogether tough guy. He has a grudge against woman, feels they are not as strong as the males and should not be thinking of doing more then running when the full moon is out. Were-housewives was all he thought of them. Cook and clean and look after the males. Of course many of the females agreed with this, including my step mother. But i am certainly not the simpering woe is me female type and cannot stand how the woman let the men take over their lives. Thank god for Jason, Sam and Hunter I thought as I placed my bag in the small drawer of my desk and locked it there. They understood that woman were worth more. Or maybe because I had managed to win many wrestling fights with them several times.

Smiling to myself I tapped on Andy’s door and went in when he shouted “Get your ass in here Evans I haven’t got all day”.

As she stepped into his office and turned to close the door Andy’s eyes skimmed over her pale and slender body. Her long dark brown hair softly falling mid way down her back. He noticed appreciatively that she was wearing black skinny jeans that skimmed neatly over the curves of her hips and bottom pushed upward by the height of the black heels she wore beneath. Over this she wore a deep purple smock tied at the back by a lavender sash. So the fabric hugged to her slender waist most provocatively. Damn this woman was made to break men’s hearts, or even to cause them major discomfort, he thought as he adjusted the way he sat. Lucky there’s a desk here or she would be getting more then a surprise this morning. He quickly averted his eyes as she turned around and began to shuffle the papers before him.

“Take a seat” he growled.

“Sir, I’m so sorry my mind has just been elsewhere this week. I wont be late again I will make sure of it…” I began as I sat directly before him.

“Save it for someone who cares Evans” he interrupted. “I didn’t call you in to complain to you about time keeping that is a job for human resources, I couldn't give a shit what you do so long as you produce the work”

“yes sir” I mumbled.

“I was just reading your article on the Stevens murder case and I must say I’m quite impressed. I haven’t seen writing from a twenty five year old like this…since well myself” he said smugly.

I shifted in my chair no longer sitting hunched up as if I feared he would fly across the room and grab me by the neck. Instead I now sat tall and confident.

“Well I…I’m glad you liked it sir I did spend a good deal of time writing and researching it…the case was an interesting one as you well know. I nearly jumped at the prospect of getting to write about it. Which I must thank you for…” I replied

“Well I wouldn’t be thanking me yet Evens” he replied throwing the paper across the desk to her. “Have these changes done to it and on my desk in an hour” he barked.

I looked down to see the page filled with red marks and notes. “and you are sitting here still?” he growled as I made no effort to move. My eyes flashed gold in anger and I fought to control my emotions. Finally I stood and walked to the door. “Yes sir” I replied “one hour”.

If it wasn’t for the fact that this job at the Daily journal was the best opportunity for me to get out there and show people what I could do I would be telling him exactly where he could shove his red pen I thought as I made my way to my desk. Where does he get off treating people like that. He is only thirty-five himself, only two years into the editors job, but damn is he kind of hot. I sighed and switched on my computer and began to type the changes….(to be continued)

Freya xx

A wolves tale...

Once upon a time....oh hell why does it always start like that? I suppose it was once upon a time but well saying that will invoke thoughts of this being a fairytale filled with PG type events. But no this is a tale of horror, love, sex  and violence. An ordinary girl or was she? Well as ordinary as you can get when you sometimes have the urge to shapeshift into a large and dare I say it graceful wolf, me narrsisstic never! 

How did I become this monster only heard of in fairy stories? I'd like to tell you it was through a battle for my life or even that a handsome were crept into my bedroom one night thirsty for my womanly flesh and got a bit carried away. But no, I was born this way. Knew it all my life that once I hit puberty not only would I grow boobs and welcome the red flow like normal girls I would have to deal with turning into a werewolf too. 

Don't get me wrong there are perks to this. My body stays in shape and I'm strong. The male weres are quite nice to look at too. I'm smiling now can't you tell? Anyway let's start this story I'm sure you would like to know more about me and my life and if not then well I guess you don't have to keep reading. Of course I would like you to but I can't force it......much. Let's go back 4 months to this very day. 

Mmmm I thought as I began to wake my muscles stretching as my body submitted to the yawn ripping through it. My boyfriend beside me placed a possive arm around my waist his face still pressed into the pillow. "your..not...going...anywhere" he drawled sleepily. "oh jason, don't start this again I've been late three times this week for work because of you" I teased as I batted at the arm holding me tight to the bed. "come on now be a nice doggie and let me go" his eyes shot open at this comment to see me trying to stifle my giggles. "I don't find that funny Tala" he drawled in his no nonsense voice. I rolled my eyes at him and started to slide through his arm off the bed. All of a sudden I found myself thrown off balance and only when I was flat on my tummy on the bed with Jasons hard body pressing me into the mattress did I gain my equilibrium once more. We were both naked of course so he had easy access to whichever part of my body he planned to torment. "no Jason, I'm not playing I told you if I'm late once more my boss will go crazy!" I felt rather the saw the smile I knew was spread accross his face, smug at getting me so easily where he wanted me. "a doggie was it, that you so elegantly called me Tal...I guess I'll have to show you how animalistic I can be" he said as his hand skimmed up my thigh stopping just at the curve of my butt. I could feel his member pressing hard against the crease of my bottom. "you know, you really have gotten disobidient little wolf" he continued stroaking the soft skin of my thigh and tracing a finger along the soft curve of my butt. I stifiled a moan at his attentions not wanting him to know just how riled up he could get me in a matter of seconds. "I don't think you really want to go. You want to know why?" he asked. I grumbled at him to just let me go I'm not in any mood for this. As he heard this he moved his hand slightly upward his fingers teasing then slipping into me easily, he let out a feral growl. "I think you are in the exact mood for this" he said chuckling as I let out a low moan as he withdrew his fingers then slid them in again my butt lifting to meet them.

"damn you Jason" I almost moaned as he continued to slowly fuck me with his long fingers. One hand now holding my arms above my head. I turned my head to grumble at him once more by he caught my lips with his own. His teeth skimming my bottom lip opening my mouth for him. He slipped his tounge into my mouth and kissed me hard, tasting and almost devouring me. I melted at the feel of his powerful fingers within me the movements mirrored by his tounge in my mouth. I was moaning louder now with each passing second my hips moving more franticly. His fingers slipped out then and his mouth left mine. "you had better get ready for work sweety" he drawled his voice steady as if he had not been aroused just moments before. He has got to be kidding me! I thought looking back at him but he was already up and pulling on his jeans. "you asshole" I snarled at him as I lay there trying to catch my breath, on the verge of release but not quite there. 

He smiled, his eyes skimming my body from head to foot. "such a pity you called me a doggie Tal this could have been fun" he laughed as he left the room. Damn him, of all the stupid mutts, argh I thought as I peeled myself up off the bed....(to be continued)


Freya xx

Phone sex

I love the sound of your voice as it washes over me. As I hear it echoing through my mind, deep and comanding. I love how my body responds to you, to even the simplelist of words. Slivers of pleasure pluses through my taunt and aroused body as you describe senarios to me. The only sounds at my end are gasps and moans as my fingers do as they are told. 

I want you here with me now as my body grows more frenzied as your words grow hotter. Your dominant and dirty words for my ears only. You tell me to unbuckle my belt, unbutton my jeans, slip my hand into my panties as You describe what You wish to do to me, what you will do to me. I need you now like a fish needs water, like a human needs air. It is more then a want it Is a need for survival. 

Move your fingers over the soft flesh of your womanly mons, dip a finger into the lips begging to be kissed, feel the wetness there caused only by my words to you. I gasp and moan as I do as you bid, feeling naughty and out of control as the feelings take over any thoughts. If I was there with you now you whisper I would take you in my arms, your back against the wall as I grind my need into your pleasure centre letting you feel how much I want you. My lips teasing yours , nibbling and softly pressing before devouring you body and soul. Eventually I would take you to the bed throw you there ripping clothes in a frenzy to feel flesh against flesh. I would enter you hard and demanding taking everything you offer and more. You would feel me within you pushing deeper and deeper with each and every pounding of our bodies. 

Your moan and hard griping of my shoulders would tell me all I need to know as with one last stroke our world shatters around us the pieces flying apart untill finally all that is left solid is the steady beating of hearts pressed against one another.

I moan as I reach completion and hear your growl as you release. 

I return then to reality my breaths laboured just as yours are. But I feel empty, the actual melding of bodies a stark missing componant in this pleasure filled fantasy. I sigh and you hear it, but you do not mention the sadness I know we both feel. 

Freya xx

I'm back!

Please forgive the lack of writing seems I've been more absent then absinthe!!

So what's new? Not much really I'd like to say the reason why I havn't posted a thing is due to the fact that I have been locked up someplace having the wildest most amazing sex of my life but no...I've just been working a hell of a lot in my job. Sigh...it's tolerable when i can leave on time but becomes downright unbearable when I end up having to stay later then I like. The worst of it all is that I've been feeling irritated and unkind and and downright unmotivated to write a damn thing. Sitting in my room with angry music blaring dosnt seem like such a bad idea. But no the next three days wil be spent in the gym and out for long walks! I'm going to stamp out the depression from my life if it takes me all weekend to do so! Well here goes my attempt at writing since I surcumbed to my writers block.


Capturing a moment


She sighed in the afterglow, her body sore but sated. Her eyes closed to all around her savouring only the feelings, the wonderful, beautiful love he had expressed to her. Words were not needed she had simply felt it. 

She was now cradled in his strong arms the very same that had pulled her closer in the heights of passion. She could still feel his fingertips at her soflty curved hip where he had held tightly as if she was going to be ripped from him forever. There would be bruises after she thought with a smile. Hopefully they wouldn't fade too quickly. 

She could feel his hand softly stroaking over her tummy and side so different from the urgent dominant caresses minutes before. His breathing was slow and content at her back, the result of a properly pleasured man. And as she remembered his piercing blue eyes looking into her own as they made love she drifted into a deep sleep savouring and capturing the memories of their night in each others arms.

Men in kilts and random writings about the men of Ireland....

Well maybe not in Ireland!!


I'm so sorry I havnt written in a while but I have been very busy in real life.

Ok so there were alot of men around in kilts today but sadly there were none that I would like to ask "is it true what they say about scots men and what they wear under their kilts?" sigh..

Every single man I saw was overweight, balding and stank of drink. Is this what men have come to? Alot of the men in kilts were Irish and were wearing it because they have Scottish desendants or whatever. But really men of Ireland clean yourselves up!! If not even for looks purposes at least consider your health! It makes me wonder how these men find woman at all and 9 times out of 10 they have a woman hanging off them. Do we therefore blame the women for accepting less then normal from their men? By normal I mean at least respecting yourself by keeping your body healthy and perhaps making more of an effort then a twice a week shower!

Even when out on a night out a girl is hard pressed by her choices! Wow though there are some amazing men out there! But for every ten of those that come along at least thirty of the " you havnt got a chance" men come slithering over to grab you by the arm tell you "omg your shhhoooo hooot" whilst leaning closer with alcoholic breath only to get pushed away quite forcefully.

Their manners are another story altogether! Sometimes they just don't take no for an answer! I'll tell you a story of a night out I had recently. I was out in a bar with some people I know and this guy pops up in front of me. Now I was away from home and I wasn't interested in starting anything whilst there. So he starts to chat me up whilst leaning closer and closer with every minute. Ok he wasn't bad looking but he wasn't my type. What is my type you may ask? Well I like them tall, smart, attractive and looking as if they could certainly hold a girl down and make her want to submit i.e. Having that cool confident air about them. He was small, cute and looked kinda stupid. Anyway as he got closer I placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back a little. I was not rude, I was not forceful but I was confident in allowing him to know I was not interested. After this he got angry. Started calling me a snob and asking me all sorts of questions about why I didn't even give him a chance etc etc.. Now this was not helping with the attractivness by any means. He got quite forceful and eventually his friend had to come over and drag him away. It was not a pleasent experience. So another bit of advice for men out there "no, means no"

Don't get me wrong I'm not saying all men in Ireland are like that but the vast majority are and it makes me sad. I do blame alot of the girls that allow them to treat them so and also are "attracted" to their not so normal hygiene. Have some shame girls and don't accept less then you deserve and men please take a shower and next time you want to wear a kilt go to the gym first!

What are your thoughts on this?

Happy Friday,

Freya xx      

Always....

I wonder,
Where are you?
Are you thinking of me? 
I can't see you but I can hear you, 
I can't touch you but I can feel you, 
I can't smell you but I can sense you, 
I want to be where ever you are, 
However you remain here with me,
The subtle things that you leave,
Like the bite on fair skin,
Your scent on my pillow,
Reminds me of you,
You are here,
With me,
Always


Freya xx

Some thoughts and a story......

And so it has begun, an idea out of nowhere on a train to work and brainstorming whilst carrying out the menial tasks I have been set to do at work. It will be my new project, I'm excited by it that I have lain aside another story I have been working on. I think this may be the one. You know that feeling you get when you just know that something is the right thing to do or even that a person you have been seeing has actually become "The One". Its that feeling I'm getting with this. Only time will tell if it will be a success but all I know is that I'm excited by it.

I've been thinking lately, sometimes I wish my mind wasn't as active as it is but then I guess I wouldn't be able to write this blog or do what I want to truly do in life. Anyway I've been thinking of where I want my life to go, and to say the least I honestly don't know! Only that I want to be in a position in the next few years where I can devote most of my time writing, creating characters, making my fans laugh, cry and gasp with shock at words I place on the page. I've been so tired with working overtime at work and trying to find time to write is proving a little difficult. But here I am and hopefully you will enjoy the following little story!


First Round......Of Many... 

He looked at her with barely concealed love and passion. She had dressed well this evening. A form fitting black dress flowing over her curves fluidly, the hem just barely reaching her knees. He knew she wasn't wearing panties underneath, he had insisted she leave them off and feel the control he had over her body and more so over her mind. As she walked the soft breeze would stretch long fingers under her skirt to brush lightly over the soft skin beneath creating a constant reminder of him. The tall heels she wore brought her height to his chin. His body so much larger then her petite one. It was a fact she relished. His ability to pick her up and do as he pleased brought shock waves over her skin. She hadn't seen him yet and he relished this small moment seeing her truly vulnerable as she fidgeted in her seat, glancing periodically at the large grandfather clock clicking softly in the corner. Her hands twisting a slip of paper over and over again until it was ripped into shreds. Finally knowing he had tortured her patience enough he turned the corner. She saw him and her mouth curved into a wondrous smile as if seeing him for the first time. He loved this moment every time their eyes met. Her looking almost as if she cannot believe the relationship that they share is real.

Rising gracefully from her seat she met him half way her arms wrapping around his waist and head resting against his shoulder as they embraced. He reached down and tipped her chin up, his lips seeking hers. They kissed passionately right there in the bar before taking her by the hand and leading her from the room to his car waiting outside. He drove her to his home not wanting to wait any longer to have her. He wanted her, needed her and nothing was going to stand in his way his hand brushing over her bare leg lightly as he switched gear. Finally they reached their destination and before he had even opened the door she was in his arms again, his hand snaking up her leg and under her skirt, his fingers first teasing the soft flesh before parting it and slipping between those folds into the hot sopping wet entry within. She moaned as his fingers moved within her massaging her g spot and causing tingles to flow through her body at each stroke. "I need to taste you" he growls with a barely leashed passion. Already on his knees before her. Her eyes widen and glance around them for they are still at the front door her back pressed up against it the mood illuminating them. But no one can see them, there isn't another house for miles. A warm breeze drifts softly over the grass peaceful and calm a far cry from the emotions building up between the two lovers just meters away.

Finally his mouth finds her, his tongue running lightly over her nether lips parting them slowly, tasting her, savoring her beauty. He teases he like this for a time until her lips are swollen with desire. Finally his mouth finds her clit hidden within those lips, his tongue sweeping softly over once, twice, three times before his mouth finally takes hold and sucks her gently. Her moans grow louder with each passing moment and finally she begs him with a simple..."Please...." He stops. "No"

He stands up and quickly and confidently unbuttons his jeans allowing his passion to be released. He takes her small graceful hands in one of his and pins them above her head watching the excited reaction in her eyes. Grabbing her leg he bends it and slides into her quickly and deeply with one firm stroke pushing her tight against the door. He fucks her then, truly and deeply fucks her the door rattling with each and every thrust into her wet heat. Finally he whispers "Cum...." and she explodes around him as he explodes within her her body milking him for everything he is worth, taking each and every drop of his pent up passion. She leans her head back against the door, her chest rising and falling with each pant of breath. His hands release hers and he takes her in his arms, opening the door. He has her in his bed and naked within minutes, his body ready for another round. How long can she last?

Over the edge

My heart soars through open air,
My mind wanders without a care, 
Little by little I fall to my knees,
My breath leaving lungs as they squeeze and they squeeze.

They said it was easy but little did I know,
The pain didn't go but it managed to grow,
Time moved faster at each faltering step,
Close to the edge as I took my last breath.

But somehow you found me at that moment of need,
You spoke softly in a voice that made me take heed,
Turning at that last second you saved you know?
There's no way to thank you except to let these words flow.

I don't know your name or where you call home,
But you made me feel for that moment I wasn't so alone.



Another random put together of words. So many people decide to take their lives and sometimes just need that one person to stop them and make them think for a second that no this isn't the answer. That was the theme of this poem I hope you enjoyed it. More light hearted themes next time my mood is somehow brooding at the moment and that was the result!

Freya xx  

Such a wonderous day....

She saw him there,
With his jet black hair,
And how it shined,
The moment was well timed.

Her whole life,
She lived it right,
But it changed that day,
When she met him on her way.

Crouched low to the ground,
He made not a sound,
His front turned towards her,
His head in his hand.

She didn't know why,
She was drawn to this guy,
But there was something strange,
As he began to change.

A flash of pure white,
She jumped back in fright,
A pair of beautiful wings,
Stretched a wondrous height.

His head he did lift,
When she learned of his gift,
And his eyes they were strange,
For the colours did change.

And then he did stand,
and held out his hand,
The girl she did take it,
How well it was planned.

He pulled her close,
And whispered a toast,
The time is to go,
For you are a GHOST....

Death or is it...

his touch a gentle caress,
his eyes an ethereal green,
watching waiting he found me,
without knowing I fell,

He guided me home,
kissed me but I wanted more,
he told me,
death is not the end.

I laughed,
thinking he was acting strange,
i turned to go,
he grabbed me.

I struggled, he smiled,
he touched me,
I relaxed...
my mind filling with love as his eyes looked into mine.

I trusted him, not knowing why,
his kiss reached my neck,
lingerd there,
I felt a searing pain

my body grew weak,
my life flowing into his brutal kiss,
But still my mind was at ease,
My eyes closed...the last drop of blood left..

I felt it then,
something sweet and warm,
brushing against my lips,
I wanted to taste it,

Finding the source,
I drank the thirst neverending,
the pain came swift,
i died...

But I awoke,
looking into my makers eyes I saw him for what he is,
a beautiful monster, a creater,
I heard three words that sent a shiver down my spine,

"You are mine....."

Play

Beauty is what beauty does,
her eyes they told the law of love,
And after her skin with lines of mauve,
told all of what their play involved.

Freya xx

Results of denial

His eyes glitter feraly in the dark as he watches her. She is afraid, anxious... Excited. It had been a while since their last session. She had tried not to think about this fact as the days passed by. It was his punishment to her and she had learned her lesson. She knew he was teaching her, training her....pushing her limits and she loved it.

He took a step toward her and she drew a breath. The light from the window glancing off the buckle of the belt he held looped over in his hand. Her eyes widened and she faltered, took a small step back before catching herself and remaining stll once again waiting for him. His mouth turned upward in a sly smile. "I believe I told you not to move slut" he drawled. She lowered her eyes to the ground showing clearly her submission to him. "f...forgive me sir" she manages to say as her heart beats loudly in the silent room and her aching pussy mimics it with rising arousal.

Suddenly he lunges for her grabbing her by a fist full of hair, pulling her head back to expose the Lilly white skin of her neck. Lowering his lips to her ear he whispers dark and delightful words. Telling her what he has planned for her and how she is trapped, helpless to his desires. She wimpers with need her hips involentarily rolling back to push her butt into his arousal, feeling him hard and insistant between the firm skin. Looking down at her with a mixture of sex and disgust he pulls her sharply by the hair and flings her against the wall face first. His body moves in to fill the gap between them and he rolls his hips against hers hard making her feel him right where she wants to have him. " is this what you want? You want me to fuck you don't you?" he whispers to her. She moans the sound muffled by the wall her cheek is pushed into.

"is THAT what you want? Answer me!!" he growls. "y....yes sir" she stammers. "tell me what you are?" she inhales the exhales seemingly preparing herself for the words that will no doubt escape her lips. He smiles knowingly, it is hard for her to say these things but the effect on her leaves little doubt to the power of those few words. His hand moves over her hips then down her side and traces the hem of her very short skirt, choosen specificlly for him. Her breath now leaving her lips in short gasps as her arousal rises she finally answers him. "I'm a horny little slut, so wet for her master"

His hand finally reaches under her skirt and around the edge of her damp panties. He traces the edge of her lips before easily slipping two fingers inside her warmth. He moves them out then back in before removing them to pinch at her hard clit. She moans her approval, and a mew of protest as his hand leaves her. She looks up at him seeing the Hungar in his eyes. He brings his fingers to her mouth and she sucks them in obidently, tasting her juices on them. "yes you are wet for me arn't you?" he says, the question already answered by the moisture on his fingertips.

He removes his fingers from her soft lips and replaces them with a searing kiss. His tounge dipping in to taste the last rements of her arousal. He growls his approval and thrusts his hips towards hers before taking her once more by a fistful of hair.

"now you can get your reward" he whispers. Her eyes widen and lips part as her brain registers what her reward will be. He pulls her down with one hand as the other unbuttons his jeans, letting them slide from his hips to pool in a heap on the floor. She obidiently brings her mouth to the wonderful hardness before her and sucks him into the wet warm recesses of her pretty mouth. She takes all he can give without protest and he revels at the feel of her nose pressed up against his abdomen. She moves her head back and as she does curls her delicious tounge along the sensitive underside and around his head. He groans his approval and takes hold of her head with both hands, his fingers twisting in her hair. He guides her to him again and then pulls her back her skillful tounge all the while doing wicked things to him. Feeling his orgasm building he pulls her from him and guides her to her feet. His fingers finding the edges of her shirt and ripping the flimsy material apart exposing her firm uncovered breasts. He pulls her skirt and panties from her and steps back to admire the beauty before him. She smiles at him her eyes hooded with desire, her tounge licking her lips searching for the last remenants of his taste. The belt still in his hands he traces it over her breasts before quickly jerking it. She gasps as it lands hard on her sensitive nipples. He moves it over her hip now, moving from a soft tickle to a hard snap without so much as a warning. She is moaning now between her gasps of pain and he knows she is getting close. He moves it between her thighs to brush over the soft lips there and she flinches a little but dosnt move. His little pain slut wants this. He jerks his hand and she cries out. "master, I'm going to cum" she gasps. Fearful now as it is so close. "not yet" he says. She whimpers a he jerks his hand again trying to stop her body from going over the edge.

He teases her for a few minutes but to her it feels like hours. Finally he stops and throws the belt to the ground. Moving close to her he tells her he may cum as he quickly sinks into her wet warmth, Filling her completly. She moans his name loudly as she cums and he fucks her slowly. As she comes down from her high he moves faster seeking his own release as well as another of hers. Their bodies move together hard and fast. And she orgasms again her muscles pulling him deeper into him with each clench. As he nears his own release he withdraws and she obidiently drops to her knees taking him into her mouth. Two short thrusts later he cums growling his release and she drinks him down, not spilling a drop taking all her master has to give.

She remains like that savouring his taste before he withdraws taking her into his arms and placing her on the bed. She smiles sleepily up at him as he admires her sated form. Beautiful and his.

Denial....

 

He took hold of her and tied her spread before him adorned with only a simple black ball gag on her mouth, the dark colour contrasting deliciously with her pale white skin.

"You have been bad, disobeyed me and I cannot tolerate that" he growls in her direction as he paces before her. She shakes her head as she hears his words and his footsteps stop, his back to her, his shoulders lifting then falling in a heavy sigh as he runs his fingers through his hair.

"Do you dare contradict me?" he asks her in a near whisper. Unable to respond she whimpers and he smiles to himself loving the reaction he so very greatly sought from her. He could smell her fear and arousal in the room and it made him hard. His hot shaft growing under the soft fabric of his jeans. He began to pace once more the movement sending shock waves of excitement through him with each brush of fabric on soft firm skin, wishing instead that it was her hot mouth moving over him.

"your punishment tonight will be denial, you love sucking your masters cock and drinking from him don't you? Well tonight you may only watch. You broke your promise and broke your chastity without permission..."

He stood before her and his hands went to the zipper of his pants. His mouth turned upward into a lazy self satisfied smile as he saw her eyes widen and her spread lips glisten more with arousal.

He slipped a hand in as he talked gently to her...."you are my submissive and as such my pleasure comes before yours, you shall only be allowed to feel such pleasure when I grant you with it not when you feel like it. Do you understand?"

He unzipped his jeans and removed his clothes. She whimpered loudly as his fingers sought then took hold of his hard arousal and stroked it once, twice, three times....


Freya xx

When love turns to hate

I need more then you can give,
All I want is not here,
A symphony of words can't tell,
Can't reveal, cannot sing all you are not.

I shut the door,
I shut emotions,
I turn out the lights,
I will do everything to get away,
I don't want you, I don't need you.
I never want to feel the way you made me.

You stole the poetry from life,
Took it and ripped it to pieces,
Left it to flutter in the wind,
It rained down from above,
Heavy with spent emotion.

Leave, Leave me now,

My world is more alive without you.


Freya xx

Who am I?

Ok so I thought perhaps this time I'd write a post more about me and less from my imagination. So who am I and what am I about? Hmm... this is quite hard to write when put on the spot isn't it. On this blog do I tell the truth or take on my day to day persona that most people see me as? I am truly only comfortable with those who know me best, be that a best friend, a lover or family. Well ok even my family does not know what I am really about. I think if they knew they would quite possibly shun me for the rest of my life. I guess I'm going to get to know you guys quite well in the next while, however long this blog lasts so I'll be honest. Honesty is the best policy no?

Im a twenty-two year old woman just recently become professional. I won't tell you my occupation as I may bore you to death but I spend alot and I mean alot of my time working in an office. Over time is a bitch. Recently become professional basically means I'm pretty much just out of University and I miss it! Don't ever wish your life away cause one day you will end up in a full time job working long hours, getting up at obscene times to get to that job and all you look forward to all week is the weekend. Ok so enough about that lets talk more me, ha that sounds so vain!

Do you ever feel like no one understands you and more often then not you feel as if you are separate from the people around you?  Well thats how I feel alot of the time. I know why, I've finally figured it out after many years of frustration. My mind simply works on a different wavelength then your average person. I have an IQ of 152 and I think this has alot to do with it. I feel like I am an old soul in a young body, I analyze things differently then alot of people and tend to think too much about things. This isn't necessarily a bad thing but it does have disadvantages! I call myself eccentric which I am and am not ashamed of! Most successful people in the world are, just look at Silvia Plat for example excellent writer but had an affinity of killing herself by sticking her head in an oven!

While most people my age are still out drinking their brain cells to oblivion, I've been there done that even bought the T-shirt. Yes you know who you are that spilled a whole glass of Guiness onto my favorite t-shirt! :P Don't get me wrong I do love nights out getting quite merry but not 24/7!

I love the arts, it is one area I truly excel in. Music, art, literature....sigh such beauty in the written word. What made me begin this blog? Well I've been writing on and off for years and never made the material public so here we are I took the big step and now watch out! ha ha! I want to be a published author, it is my goal in life. The job I have right now is just to make cash and keep me afloat as I write the book that will take me closer to my dreams. Its in my head all I need to do is put it on paper, it has begun and will continue so hopefully you will be reading it in the near future! Am I ambitious I guess so, I don't stop untill I get what I want.

  

Which brings me to another part of me although I may be pretty much in control of my life, I like to relinquish that control in the bedroom. Maybe you have figured it out already but I am submissive by nature who sometimes likes to play the dominant. Bondage is my fetish, makes me excited just thinking of my lover taking control, tying me up and taking me to places where you fly in ecstasy. I love to play and I love to obey. Guess you will hear alot more about this in the future as I also love to incorporate this into my writing.

So I think I have revealed enough to you here today. I wanted to introduce you properly to the person behind the stories. Welcome to my absinthe life hope you guys are truly ready for it :P

Love always,

Freya xx

Missing you

Wondering, waiting,

When you are not here,

My mind recalls our mating,

And my eye it draws a tear

My mind travels,

On thoughts as I recall,

My emotions unravel,

As tears, unbidden, fall.

I know when you will return,

But still, I miss you,

Wishing for the day to be reborn,

Knowing you feel it too.

Freya xx

Remembering

Sitting on the train that evening her eyes wandered over each passenger as she gave into the boredom of a long and quite journey. So different each and every person was so ordinary and non important. For she had given her heart and body to one and only one. Even now she could feel the after effects of their last session just the night before.

Her shoulders ache where her arms had remained above her head for several hours suspended on the brink of insane pleasure. Her jaw ached a little from the ball gag that stifled her moans and whimpers as his skillful hands moved over her. She shifted in her seat a little to relieve the pressure on her still heated butt cheeks and matching red spots heated her cheeks as once again she remembered the feel of his palm on her Lilly white skin. Sighing to herself she began to roll up her sleeves to try to cool her heated skin but stopped with a smile as she saw the small marks on her wrists from the pull of the leather cuffs. She rolls the sleeves back down but not before glancing at the small silver bracelet locked with a tiny silver lock and adorned with a single charm of a tiny naked woman, her mark of submission to her master.

She remembered the day he gave it to her. He presented her with a choice. Wear this tiny mark that tells all in our world that you are mine or we leave this as it is now, forever finished and forever forgotten. She knew it hurt him to say the last few words as he loved her like no other. But she also knew that if she said no he would stay true to his word no matter how it hurt him. To him a no on this matter would signify her lack of love and trust toward him and that, the Dom in him could not tolerate. Without hesitation she said yes and her gut instinct told her that her decision was correct. She felt tiny butterflies flutter in her tummy with excitement as he locked it onto her wrist with it's tiny key and then lead her into the bathroom to witness him flushing it leaving her seemingly bound to him for eternity. She smiled again at the memory as her fingers brushed over the lock.

She squirmed in her seat again as she remembered his mouth on her womans center slowly sweeping over her as she knelt on the edge of the bed suspended before him, offering him everything.

She remembered then as he looked into her eyes as he lifted her, her legs wrapping around his waist and her arms pulled even more taunt, hanging there supported only by his arms as he plunged into her deep. A whimper then a moan escaped her gagged lips and he lovingly reached up and wiped the tiny drop of spit from the edge of her lips as he praised her with two simple words " good girl". He slowly withdrew from her body before plunging deep again and her eyes fluttered closed with the pleasure of it. Suddenly a gasp of shock escaped her lips as pain flared across her scalp and settled in the deep depths of the center of her
pleasure. "keep your eyes on me sub" he growled. Her eyes shot open and locked with his her obedience making him growl with satisfaction. She remembered the fast and hard love making they had engaged in eyes locked together as their bodies performed an age old dance bringing them higher and higher until they both erupted with pleasure.

He had gently let go of her after and she whimpered and shook her head not wanting him to leave her body yet. He smiled then a lazy pleasure filled smile and ran his hand across her cheek lovingly and reached around to the back of her head unlocking the gag. His hands massaged her jaw for a few minutes as he gently removed the ball from her mouth. She whimpered at the pain as it was removed and her stiff jaw was closed back in place. He placed a kiss on her forehead as he whispered words to make her feel better. "I know baby, you are so good, so beautiful" before finally letting go, reaching up and unclipping her cuffs from the suspension chain.
Leaving them on her but unlocked he lay on the bed and placed her on his chest where she curled up and sleepily held him to her. Stroking the long silky hair that spilled over his chest he simply said "beautiful".

She smiled again and returned to reality with a bang and an ache between her legs which could not be stifled until she returned to him in a few days time. The train pulled to a stop and she sighed as she left her seat to enter into a chaste world for the next few days. She sighed and regretted her promise not to touch herself or pleasure herself in any way until she returned but as she got up to leave her phone beeped as she received a
message. "baby, thinking of our night together last night and knowing that you will not forget it it either. Remember your promise and I shall reward you when you return. Yours forever, J."

She smiled as she wrote two simple words in return....."I promise"


As always comments are welcome :) hope you enjoyed another of my musings!

Let your imagination soar,

Freya xx

The meeting of strangers...The End

“I want his hand to move over the soft skin of my arms then my sides….tracing the faint outline of ribs due to the bindings stretching my already tight skin over my body. Then over my side to my hip. I want his mouth to lower and his teeth to nip lightly over my tight aroused nipple. I want his tongue to then run over the slight pain to ease it and his lips to lightly suckle me. As he does this to one then the other nipple I want to be aware of his hand moving lower and lower spanning the flat skin of my stomach. My hips would lift with need as his fingers would stop. His head would lift and he would ask me ‘what do you want?’ I would whimper at his words. ‘Tell me Kate. WHAT do you want?’ he would say. ‘I want you to touch me James. Oh god please touch me!’ I would gasp. ‘WHERE?’ he would say with emphasis letting me sense the passionate alpha within him. A moan would escape my lips as I lift my hips from the bed my arms straining against the binds. ‘I want your fingers inside me, I want you pulsing inside me!’ I would cry out. He would smile knowingly as his fingers reach their destination brushing over my swollen clit before slipping not one but two fingers inside. It almost pushes me over the edge at his teasing but sensing this his fingers would stop half way there. ‘You are not to cum until I tell you too’ he says firmly….’do you understand Kate?’ ‘yes’ I would whimper fighting the onslaught of passion threatening to pull me under. But I would not fall over the edge yet…..I would not let him win not yet. His fingers would move deeper then stroking the heat within me driving me wild with need. He would move them pressing against the small padded spot of nerves deep within me. I would cry out at this and he would remove his fingers brushing them over my clit before stopping his onslaught of passion. Leaving me hanging on the edge for a moment allowing me to wind down slightly before continuing once again. He would do this over and over bringing me to the edge constantly but never allowing me the release. My mind would be reeling by then willing to do anything just to get the release I need.”

“Just when I thought I would die if I didn’t get what I need he would finally plunge into me…his length filling me reaching the very tip of my womb. His width stretching me and almost pulling me under. I would gasp at his sheer size and wrap my legs around him the only part of me able to pull him closer. He would move out then slowly before pushing in once more building a slow rhythm driving me wilder with need each time. Moans now ripping from my lips at each thrust. Finally he would increase his speed his hips rubbing against the swollen nub at my entrance as he enters then moves out again and again. His own pleasure echoed in the growls escaping his own beautiful lips as they move over mine and my body. His hands holding my hips tightly and moving me against him. Finally we would both reach that peak and he would say ‘cum now…CUM for me KATE!’ and I would explode as the pent up orgasm rips through me. Pushing me over not once but twice and three times. He would moan loud as the walls of my core pulse around him driving him into his own orgasm…pulsating within me. Finally he would rest his weight on my body as he lets himself get pulled completely under with the pleasure. Both of our bodies heaving against one another as we gasp for air. He would after a small time reach up and release my wrists and would lie on his back pulling me onto his body allowing me to curl up on his chest and drift off to sleep as his hand strokes my hair lovingly…..And THAT is my fantasy James have I shocked you?”

“No…..he replies. “I have had similar fantasies and exact realities….I had a feeling from the beginning Kate that you had a submissive personality. Letting me win our fights at the end no longer arguing with me but now I am so sure of it. I want to be your dominant Kate…..I want to take you as you have described will you let me?“ and he then said six of the most erotic words I have ever heard in my life…...“I am going to……CLAIM you”

Well that was my story of two strangers meeting online and falling in love. Have you had a similar experience in your lifetime? Did you enjoy the story? Please leave a comment I'm quite proud of this story :P

As always let your imagination soar,

Freya xx

The meeting of strangers.....Part 2

“James“….I wrote. “Forgive my hesitation before as your question I must say startled me. Don't get me wrong I am not a prude in these matters but I guess the best way to describe my hesitation is my inability to trust people. However once I get to know someone well I can be myself and believe me when I say you have never met another woman with a kinky mind such as I have.” Now reader I bet you would never have guessed this either now would you? It makes me laugh when people become shocked by what goes on in my mind sometimes. “I will reveal this one fantasy…one buried deep in my mind for fear of judgement” I continued. “I will reveal it because even though I know you for a short time and through only online meetings I find myself in a position where I can safely trust you with such information.” And so I began to describe the fantasy. “I find myself in need of someone strong and capable to dominate me. Someone with a body that stirs shivers down my spine and heat in my core and a mind that intrigues and excites me. Someone who will take charge and bring me to levels of pleasure I never knew could be possible. I want him to push me to a bed firmly but gently and as he kisses me passionately his body covering mine, to hold my hands above my head…..trap me there unable to move, unable to make the decision of my pleasure…..I want him to take control of me and love me as no man has done so before. As his kisses turn me mindless with need I want him to take that advantage and slip leather cuffs around my wrists. Secure them tight and lock them together. I want him to take his body from mine and taking a length of silk he would attach the locked together cuffs to the top of the bed drawing my arms high and my back straight as my breasts thrust upward….the nipples hard from the passion and the cool air rushing toward my body at the removal of his heat. Of course all of this would not be forced he would know that I wanted this and I would have a safety word for my protection against those things he could do that I find displeasing. Oh god” I stopped “I’m so embarrassed, I shouldn't be revealing this to anyone”

“Why not” he replied simply. “It is just me Kate. Please continue” I read his words carefully and gauged his reaction to what I had wrote. Not seeing any animosity I decided to continue. As I wrote I could feel the tell tale signs of arousal. My breathing had quickened slightly, heat had pooled between my legs and I was involuntarily sitting on the edge of my seat applying slight pressure to the certain place between my thighs.

“I want him to look at me as if I were the most beautiful woman in the world. I want to see the hunger in his eyes as they slowly skim over my naked body from toe to neck and then catches my eyes in his. That hunger flaring there. I want to look down and see that his member is straining in his jeans growing even larger in arousal as his eyes watch me. Catching my bottom lip between my teeth I would try to stifle a moan of pleasure at just the attentions of his eyes. A small smirk would cause his lips to curve upward as he would command me to spread my legs for him. A blush would fall over my collarbone and into my cheeks at his request…..no to his command. I would hesitate and he would simply say ‘do it’. This would cause another pulse of heat to run through me…a whimper escaping my lips as I do as he bids. His eyes would flare even more now looking as if fire is licking the irises within as my glistening core is revealed to him. ‘beautiful he would say with a growl of passion. He would remove his clothing then. Removing it leisurely keeping the calm demeanor of a Dom in control of the situation. I want him to lay over me his lips finding mine in a passion filled kiss and his manhood pressing against my thigh….its size and hardness making me mindless with need. ‘Please' I would beg as his lips leave mine to move lower. ‘not yet’ he would simply say”

As always comments are welcome,

Imagination is the key to your soul,

Freya xx

The meeting of strangers.....Part 1

Well we weren’t strangers…..not really. The only part of our beings that were strangers at this point were our bodies. As strange to one another as water is to the desert but in my heart I knew him. I knew his dreams. I knew everything about his life and best of all I knew how he felt about me. Our relationship was not a conventional one to say the least but I believed it was almost the perfect way to meet someone. The relationship I speak about of course was one of an online nature.

Why did I create a relationship like this you may ask? Well I didn't go looking for it I suppose you could say it just found me…HE just found me in more ways then one. It was like two lost souls meeting on the way to where ever spirits fly to when all hope has been lost. Both lonely….both giving up on the hope of finding someone just like the other, the other half and missing piece of one another.

In the dim and busy chat room his name caught my eye and made me laugh and just as I clicked on it to message him I received a message from him. It was almost as if fate was intervening then….pushing us closer to each other. But fate can have a funny sense of humor as his answer to where he was from was thousands of miles away. I shrugged at this as it wasn't in my mind to find a romantic relationship I was just in search of someone to help pass the time during a cold winters eve in the middle of December. We talked about a lot of things that night and four hours later, the swapping of emails, a pain in my side and ache in my jaw from laughter we said goodbye.

Over the next few weeks we got to know one another and found we both had the same passions in art, music, literature and life. Of course there were times when we would disagree and argue and he would usually win leaving me feeling a little frustrated but also excited in a way….his dominating personality intrigued me.

But then one evening two months after our first online meeting our conversations took a turn in a direction that left me breathless with need for him. It was him who initiated the topic. He challenged me to reveal my deepest darkest fantasy. Of course our conversation had been centered on revealing truths of one another and I guess it was inevitable that something even more personal then questions such as what food we love would come up. But I was surprised. I replied jokingly that I couldn't possibly reveal something like that. But he pushed harder, he fully challenged me telling me what harm can it be to reveal a small part of your brain? Unless of course you fear yourself. I do not fear myself I countered. Then prove it he wrote back. My heart pounded as I began to write but as he saw the hesitation in my typing he wrote back…no not that one. Look deeper. My eyes widened at his words. How could he have known I was typing out one of the more vanilla fantasies in my mind? I took a breath and deleted my previously written words and began to type the fantasy that had plagued me for years it seemed. But never manifested in my love life due to many reasons such as the taboo attached to it in a Christian society.

Comments are welcome!

As always let your imagination soar,

Freya xx

Welcome and a little poetry for your mindful pleasure XO

I'm sitting here wondering what to write. Wondering what could be the perfect post for my debut as a blogger. Its hard to write when you suddenly put the pressure on yourself to do so but oddly as you begin to relax the words just flow. I am a firm believer in the muse. It can be anything or anyone. A feeling, a friend, a loved one, a lover. All the writers out there know what I'm talking about its that one time when you just put fingers to keyboard, pencil to paper and the words seem to dance across the page so perfectly and you know in your heart that you will not edit them, you will not revise instead you marvel at the beauty of them so perfect and right. These are the times when my favorite poems and stories materialize.

Often these times happen at emotional and stressful times and a certain darkness overtakes my words. It could be interpreted by the non believer, the judge mentalist as Emo, attention seeking and just plain silly. But I don't believe so. Writing with the most emotion is the one which I live to write, which I yearn to read. What do I love so much about it? The power of a few simple words to place an image in your mind of the feelings it encompasses, of the time it shows you. You wonder why I choose the word shows rather then writes? Well don't you ever feel as if a story is unraveling before your very eyes? That you simply enter a mentality as you look at each word so that you can no longer see the page and all you can see is the people or creatures within the writing come to life right there in front of your eyes? That my friends is the sign of an excellent story teller.

So as I sit here and begin to relax the words begin to flow and suddenly a story unravels.


I feel you there watching me, waiting, wanting;
But you don't move,
You make not a sound,
Our breaths mingle in the small room as we sit near each other,
Two differences between us,
You sit free and unbound.

When I am with you, I surrender,
When I know you are waiting, I obey,
When you are displeased, I am desolate,
But then, the pure pleasure of your punishement touches me,
And through the tears, and moans,
My heart skips a beat and I know that I'm yours.

This life I have choosen, it caught me offhand,
I knew there was something,
But it was like it was buried in sand.
But then when you walked into my life,
I knew I was yours,
It was love at the first strike of your hand.

You made me think and made me reveal,
My deepest thoughts,
My deepest desires.
They didn't shock you,
In fact they made you smile,
As you left me alone, when you went to think for a while.

And now I sit here gasping with pleasure,
and though we aren't touching,
I still feel you, a constant movement within me,
As I lay bound before you,
and in your hand lies the method of torture.

I feel it more as you push me higher,
With each press of your finger,
My skin feels tighter.

But then you slow me down,
As you whisper to me,
Not yet, it isn't time, you must earn that from me.

I whimper in pain,
and wonder if I'm sane,
as your finger moves the button,
And I feel you again.

This time I know you will let me release,
I try to count the times you have made me wait,
was it nine, ten or eleven, I can't even tell.
I feel it now drawing to a close as that time when you could stop,
passes then goes.

My body gives a shudder,
and mindlessly I groan,
a small little whimper,
then a shout that shakes me home.

And after I sit here,
as your hand lazily caresses,
I am unbound as my mind returns to me,
as I think of you,
As I submit to you,
My lover,
My saviour,
My Master.



Well I hope you all enjoyed this little slice of my absinthe life. Please do come back and read more! Hopefully that stirred some images in your brain. Comments are always welcome.

As always let your imagination soar,

Freya xx