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....