firethorn's blog: "fantasy"

we begin in the woods we are eating our food having cooked over the fire pit we finish our eating with a kiss we clean up and go about casting our circle invoking the gods and goddesses and the elements to watch our play we strip down to nothing And she charges into the woods i sit for a moment and wait for her to get ahead i take off after her hunting her through the woods chasing her by sight and sound and smell and all the other senses ive been blesseed with she hides i a bush and waits for me to pas she pouncw on me then off again she goes i charge after her catching her for a moment i pin her a gian t a tree and run my hands across her body and kiss her lips i bite her neck and begin massaging her thighs i make her mooan we play and we screw in the c,lean earth of the woods roling and fighting till its to coud to play anymore

it begins in the alley in complete darkness my lover and i sitting on the wall jsut kissing we toss and we turn and we fight till our clothes are al gone nothing between us but the winds we kiss and we touch with nothig else but innocence the lights around us fade aas she pins me to the wall she bites my skin till i bleed leaving the blood inher wake she spins me around and holds me there whispering in my ear about hwo i am not allowed to fight back she runs her hands over my back and scratches me as she reaches the bottom of my spine. i sit against the wall feeling its chill and feeling her touch she runs her hands over my thighs and around my waist every time i move to turn around and give back she pushes me back against the wall and smacks my bottom with my belt with a sharp command of no. she blows in my ears grabbing my hair and holding me still so i cnt squirm away she whispers to me of what she is to do while i sit helpless to her she allows me to turn around and face her she bites my neck and kisses along my chest she reaches my tumy she grabs my shirt to kneel onshe bites at my tummy and runs and traces my hips with gentle touch she bites lower as i squirm to get away she lets me run and she waits for me to relize shes not folowwing. as i stop she walks forward with our clothes she hands them to me and has me carry them we go to our room were we are alone she turns and locks the door as we walk inshe kicks me and pounces on top. she grabs my belt and ties my feet together with it.and lets me know i can trun away if i cant walk. she bites more and more letting me know she has control over my pleasure and my pain as i squirm away she allows me to get on the bed which is soft. the texture of it new and exotic compared to that of the wall she sits on top of me and holds me there with nothing more then whispers in the ear. she kisses my lips softly and begins nibbling while i squirm and tremble. she bites on my ear and tells me to ask for what i want agian and again till i comply bitng diffrent places aoundmy body that ae sensitive. my thighs my my hips my shoulder my tummy my neeck my wrists i finally give in and ask something innocent. kisses something i like she kisses my cock something im not used to. and then continues back to her game. we go on like this for hours me trying to resist her slowly wearing me down finally rest is allowed sleep and dremas and in satisfaction contentment form the both of us

What is fantasy. is it a way for us to escape the mundane worlds of reality we each in habit?? is release form the chais of the relationships we've over time come to limit? why is every aspect of our lives is affected by the fantasies we create in our beds in our hearts while daydreaming do we become what we fantasize about ?? or is ther more to it? some times it seems that in our hearts and in our haste to grow up we kill a part ofourselves in the hopes of beinng better adults in my mind i see this as just another fantasy albeit a more dangerous one women how many of youj have ever asked the question Why cant my lover be more creative? the same for us creative men we set our boundries by our fantasies we set our limits. I read many boks in the course of my timne history fantasy many diffrent genres and i find that in those writings the hero is often the one who denies his own heart fort the longest time historically the oposite can be said. We live in age wehre anything can happen where as we grow any fantasy can be satisfied with the right kind of curency has been provided. so why do we limit ourselves to the same old same old woman on top man tied down. chains and whips and hancufffs ropes and ties?? can w3e not get more creative? the lure of the stranger on the street the taste of a fresh kiss are these not just as enticing. over time i hoppe to right this wrong to write out more then the fantasy of being tie ddown being had. there is more to life. i plan on using this blog to write out my fantasy in more details i hope you all enjoy what i write and i hope for comments and good conversation as i go to help develope more in my writingand in my own creativity with the lovers i take. Blessigns and love Firethorn )O(