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?

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