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

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