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