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