SoulStorm's blog: "Stormy Thoughts"

Deep in an unexplored enchanted forest, there are beings never seen. Among the faeries of various sizes are animals that are amazing to behold. Although they do not have the faerie wings, as they walk or fly, faerie dust drifts behind in shimmering clouds. These enchanted creatures are the most visually appealing of their kind and have the usual faerie glow. Their eyes are bright like stars, their coats and feathers glimmer. Walking among these spectacular examples of magickal life is a woman of unimaginable beauty. The woman is a faerie, taller than the rest, Native American in appearance and dress, obviously their queen with her regal manner. She has black hair trailing down her back in shimmering waves, shining blue under the sheen of gold and silver faerie dust. She appears as if the Sun were her lover who could not bear to leave her so left behind a few sunbeams to shine within. By her side walks an animal of painful beauty. His head is near her waist, and she is quite tall. You can see his muscles ripple beneath his thick faerie fur. The simple grace of his every move would thaw the coldest of hearts. Every hair in his luxurious coat seems alive with sparkle. He, too, carries the gift of sunbeams within his being. If he were to look into your eyes with the golden stars that were his own eyes, it would be as if time stood still. He can read your soul with those eyes and break your heart with his sadness if your soul were found un-pure. Be awe struck, my friend, for you have been given a glimpse of the Faerie Wolf

I finish crawling to You as You wrap the extra length of chain around Your hand slowly. I stop and kneel at Your feet again in the position described by You in Your instructions. Your hand reaches out to smooth dark red hair away from my face as You smile lovingly down at me and whisper to me about how beautiful You think I am, and how sexy I was crawling to You, staring into Your eyes and following You, my full trust of You showing through the love in my own eyes. You pull on the leash a bit, moving me closer to You, my mouth directly in front of Your need as You sit on the edge of the bed, Your legs held wide to let me between them. Looking into Your eyes, I lean forward and touch the tip of my tongue to the delicate skin at the tip of Your obvious need for me. Sliding my tongue around, I brace myself with the hands that are still on my thighs where I was instructed to keep them until told otherwise. I slide my tongue down the pulsing length of You, brushing it over the vein to the tightly wrinkled skin below. I lick over that skin, getting it totally damp and pull away a bit, blowing gently, watching the skin tighten up even more. I lean in to lick more, pulling in first one side, then the other, sucking gently as I slide my tongue over the skin, rolling it around in my mouth. Licking the wrinkled skin a final time, I lick my way back up, the tip of my tongue teases the tip of You for a bit before opening my mouth a bit to let You slide slowly inside. The hand that’s not holding the leash slides along the back of my neck, into my hair, making a fist there, controlling the speed of my strokes along Your length. The leash pulls a bit at times, making me feel the collar against the skin on my neck, reminding me that I am owned, heart, soul, body, mind, and spirit by You. I smile slightly around Your length sliding in and out of my mouth as the thought that I would have it no other way runs across my mind. You watch the change of expressions across my face curiously, but let me continue as You whisper words of encouragement and pride, making frequent noises of appreciation. The moisture at my heated center builds, dripping onto the carpet under me. I feel You start to swell and intensify my efforts. My hands fist up with fighting the urge to touch You, but I am determined to follow Your instructions to the letter. Sucking a bit harder, moving my head a bit faster, following the guidance of Your hand in my hair, my tongue swirling around the tip before it brushes against the back of my throat, I feel the moment just before You release and slide my mouth fully down onto Your length. You release into the back of my throat as I suck as if to pull all of Your essence into myself, the vibration of my soft moan adding to the intensity of Your release. You feel me swallow against the skin at the back of my throat, making sure not to miss anything. You pull Your length from my mouth after it starts to soften a bit, and lean down to kiss me. You pull me up into Your arms, leaving me on my knees, whispering Your satisfaction and pride in me for doing exactly as instructed. You bite gently down where You bit me by the door, and hold tightly onto me as my body goes limp with need. You let me regain myself before letting me go with a soft smile, then You move, letting me see the bed. Deep blue eyes widen as I see what You’ve done, and I look up to see Your impish smile, casually noticing with pride the shimmer of candlelight over the length of the leash still held in Your hand. ~~~~~ The End ~~~~~ (for now) ;)

You open the bedroom door, immediately looking down at me. I am kneeling as You instructed with the paper You gave me. My head is high, dark red hair cascading down the straightness of my back, my hands rest palm sides up on widely open thighs. The only thing I wear is the silver chain of a collar around my neck that I wear when we go out in public. The silver shimmers in the candlelight that falls on me from around Your naked form as You move to stand in front of me, Your need reaching out to me. My mouth opens as You slide Yourself inside, my tongue happily greeting it with swirls around the tip, brushing greedily over the ridge as You lean over and unlock the silver collar around my neck, the matching silver chain brushing over my skin from the key that You wear around Your own neck. You toss the collar to land on the chair with my clothes, holding onto the pretty silver lock. You attach the leather collar that You hold to my neck, locking it with the same lock, then replace the chain around Your neck, the key brushing the skin on Your chest. My eyes catch the shimmer of the silver as I look up at You, Your length still buried in my mouth before You slide it out and move to the dresser just inside the bedroom door. You step back to me and slide Your need back into my mouth as my arms reach up after seeing the leather cuffs in Your hands. I move my head along the length of You, sucking slightly as my tongue slides over the sensitive skin at the tip before letting it hit the back of my throat while You attach the cuffs to my wrists. You slide out of my mouth again as You reach into the room again, pulling out leather cuffs for my ankles. You walk behind me, kneel down and attach them to my ankles, brushing a gentle kiss along my shoulder as You straighten up and walk to stand in front of me again. You reach into the room for a final time, pulling out the silver and black leather leash that matches the silver and black collar I wear to show Your ownership of me. You maintain my gaze with Your own as You step back slowly, gently pulling the leash, waiting for me to follow through with the rest of Your instructions. I lean over and crawl to follow You, deep blue eyes barely noticing the candles everywhere, the scent of the candles and incense You’ve lit blending together into a musky, erotic fragrance. You stop as the backs of Your knees hit the bed, Your eyes reflecting Your appreciation of watching me crawl at the end of the leash held by You.

We have gone somewhere together. I have felt the tension of something being on Your mind from before we left. I feel it with every quiet look, with every gentle touch, with every sweet smile You give me. You chat with me on the drive back, then hand me a folded piece of paper at a traffic light. I look at You curiously, then unfold it and read it. A spark shoots through me, warming the warmest of places, my breath gets shallow, and deep blue eyes widen as they look back up at the peaceful smile on Your face as You glance back at me. The closer we get to home, the wetter I become, until I’ve soaked through my clothes. As we park, I get butterflies the size of soccer balls in the pit of my stomach as it clenches with anticipation. You lean over to kiss me, running a gentle hand up the back of my neck to my head. You make a fist with my hair wrapped tightly around Your fingers, and pull a bit. A shiver races down my spine as Your voice deepens to whisper in my ear… “Who do you belong to, babygirl?” Deep blue eyes melting as they look up at You, I whisper back, “You, my Master… I belong to You.” You smile and kiss me again, let Your hand slide through my hair and say “Good.” You get out of the car, walk around to open my door, and help me out. As I stand on shaky legs and walk with You, Your hand resting lightly on my shoulder, I feel the wetness slide between my thighs, starting to ease down. My breath keeps catching shallowly, I feel my entire body trembling, and wonder if You can feel it through Your hand that rests on my shoulder. You stand me in front of You as You reach around me to unlock the door, my back against Your chest, Your need pressing against the roundness of my ass. I wonder in passing if the trembling I feel is just me, or if You’re trembling a bit, as well. The door opens, and You walk in, pushing me along in front of You, Your hands running over the front of my body over my thin clothes, Your lips brushing over the skin on the side of my neck As You kick the door shut behind You, You bite the place that’s not quite my neck, but not my shoulder, either. I jump at the sound of the door shutting loudly and the bite with a soft whimper, my knees going weak, Your hands holding me up against You. You stand straight, make sure I have my balance back, and step slowly away, letting Your hands slide away from me as You walk to the bedroom. The lights from outside shining in through the curtains show You the way. I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and hurry to follow the instructions You’ve given me. Leaving my shoes by the door, I move to stand near the closest chair, sliding my clothes off and laying them across the arm. I feel the damp spot on the back of my skirt and blush, feeling more moisture slip down my thighs. The thought that it would be running between my knees before too long runs across my mind as I slide the thin lace that poses for a bra over the rest of my clothes. As I’m not wearing anything under my skirt, it takes a few seconds for me to undress and move to stand just in front of the bedroom door. As I lower myself to my knees, my body starts trembling harder. I hear You moving on the other side of the door, faint light showing under the door as I stare at it, my heart beating quickly, feeling like the shaking in my body is an echo of my heart. To be continued....

I can see us sitting somewhere... You having been napping on the couch, me sitting in a chair reading a book. I notice You moving around, then You whisper softly "Babygirl". I look up, and answer "yes, Master?", noticing Your need standing there and realize Your movements were You freeing it from Your pants. I look back up into Your eyes, and You point to the floor at Your side. I close my book, slip to the floor and crawl gracefully to kneel beside You. You whisper words of encouragement, saying things You know I love to hear as I lean over, running my hands along Your thighs... One hand goes to the base to hold You steady, the other wrapping gently around the wrinkled skin below the first hand, massaging, nails brushing carefully over the skin as I touch the tip of my tongue to the tip of Your obviously aching need. I slide my tongue around the entire tip, silver ball of my piercing brushing around the ridge. My tongue slides damply down the underside, running along the vein to where the other hand has moved from. I lick You, pull each side into my mouth and suck gently, getting the skin wet. I pull back a bit, blow warm air over the damp skin, watching it tighten up. I slide my hand back, teasing the skin as it dries, my tongue going back up the length of You to the tip. I swirl my tongue around, feeling Your impatience. I look up at You, deep blue eyes darken with emotion as I open my mouth, slowly letting Your length slide inside. My eyes close as I concentrate on pleasing You, my tongue working over the skin as You slide in and out of my mouth. I suck gently at first, building You slowly, my head moving up and down, hands sliding over Your skin. One of Your hands goes to the back of my neck, gently moving Your fingers into the hair and forming a loose fist, guiding my head with the intensity of Your need. I feel You swell inside my mouth, Your tip hitting the back of my throat as I suck a bit harder. With a groan, You tighten Your grip in my hair and I feel Your release hit the inside of my mouth. I stop moving, sucking gently, holding You steady. Your grip relaxes, sliding Your fingers through my hair as I work to swallow every drop, moving my head again, sucking gently until You start to soften. I give You a final lick, sit back on my feet and look up at You with emotion filled deep blue eyes. You smile at me, whispering more words of affection and appreciation. I smile back as You pull me to lay on the couch with You, snuggling me drowsily against You.

I hope y'all enjoy reading this. Leave a comment, let me know what ya think. I like to know that something I've written touches (in some way or another) someone else. If I get enough compliments, I'll be more likely to put in something else I've written... And it only gets better! (or so I've been told ;)) He walks into the room, his gaze drawn by the huge wooden canopy bed draped in heavy burgundy and gold velvet and silk. The bed is piled high with pillows and cushions of pink, purple, burgundy and gold. The drapings will create a cozy nest when pulled tightly around the bed. The rest of the room fades into the background when he sees her standing at the foot of the bed. Her red hair is flowing down her back, brushing her shoulder blades. She wears a long, flowing burgundy skirt of a shiny material, a white top with thin straps and buttons down the back, and obviously nothing under either piece. She wears a black leather collar around her neck, a tiny pendant hanging from a ring in the front of it. Her feet are bare, a gently musical silver anklet around her left ankle, her toenails painted a deep burgundy. Her eyes are darkened artfully with makeup, her mouth full and tempting, her skin soft and begging to be touched. She looks at him with her dark blue eyes, an impish passion burning in their depths as she watches him walk toward her. As he moves closer to her, she slowly walks into his arms. her arms moving to go around his neck. As he leans down to kiss her, she lifts her tempting mouth to his. The kiss starts slowly, softly, light feathers of touches. They move closer, until even the thin clothes she's wearing are too much between them. The kiss deepens, passion sparking brighter, almost visible in the candle lit room. They move together to the bed, standing beside it, slowly undressing each other, lips brushing revealed skin, hands moving, caressing, an almost visible heat flowing from her skin as she slowly becomes aroused. When they finally stand skin to skin, his need for her pulsing between them, he moves with her until her knees hit the bed and she falls to lay in front of him in her full beauty, her eyes glazed with need and a touch of mischief. She moves to lay across the bed, the silk cool and soft against her bare skin. He moves beside her, his hands moving over her skin, hers moving over him, the heat building deep inside both of them. She pushes him onto his back, moving to kneel between his feet. She licks and nibbles up his legs, her hands brushing softly over his skin. She gets to his hips, his need throbbing for her touch as she moves around it, going up his stomach and chest to lean over him for a few passionate kisses before sliding down to his ear and neck, then back down his chest to his stomach, and then his hips again. She lets her hands brush gently over his hard length as she settles between his thighs. She feels his breath catch as she touches his obvious need and smiles softly to herself. She leans over to touch the tip of his need with the tip of her tongue, softly teasing, breathing over damp skin. She moves her tongue further down the underside, gently nipping him with her lips as she works her way to the base, still breathing over dampened skin. She teases each wrinkle at the base with the tip of her tongue, the air cool after the warmth of her tongue. She gently sucks in first one side, then the other, sliding each one around in her mouth, letting it slide slowly out again. She moves again to lick up the underside, working her way to the tip again, her tongue teasing around it, her piercing brushing around the ridge, his breath catching in his throat. She slowly opens her mouth, letting his length slide in, his tip brushing the back of her throat. She sucks gently, sliding him in and out, her tongue constantly working, swirling around. As she works her mouth around his length, her nails brush gently over wrinkled skin at the base, the skin tightening in reaction. He moans, she smiles, feeling him start to swell, his need building deep inside him. She continues letting him slide into her mouth, his tip brushing against her throat until he explodes with a soft moan, a whispered name, as she smiles and swallows every drop, continuing to suck gently, even after the explosion is over, until his length is softened. She slides back up his body to lay down beside him, skin brushing gently across him as she lays in his arms with a smile and a kiss, snuggling as close as she can.