Over on her blog a few days ago, Hermione posted the beginning of a fantasy and challenged her readers to finish it off. I took the liberty of swapping positions and so here is the original beginning reprinted from the opposite point of view:
"We are getting dressed for a big night out and I look incredible. As we admire each other from head to toe you notice a silk tie draped over the doorknob behind me and get a very naughty idea (aren't those the best kinds?). You pick up the tie then lead me to a chair. Gently you lower me onto it and..."
There was no sound beside the whisper of silk as you fastened the tie over my eyes, rendering me deliciously isolated. My ears strained trying to fill the void of sense that my now blinded eyes had created but there was only the beating of my heart, the soft whoosh of my breath.
A moment passed, stretched to eternity in my mind as I could only wait, only wonder, only desire and fear what was to come.
A hand on my shoulder. Tracing down my arms to bind my wrists.
A finger pressed firmly to my lips. Demanding silence.
A cool gentle breeze teasing my skin as I am slowly and thoroughly disrobed. All of my careful preparations for the evening discarded in a pile on the floor.
The sharp shocking pain as your fingers capture my nipples followed so closely by the lovely teasing warmth of your mouth that I almost believe the former had been a dream.
Sweet languid sensations.
Hard demanding hands.
And always pleasure. So much that my body aches with it, silently begging for more even as I'm sure that there can be no more or I will simply fall apart.
Giving and taking all that I have, all that I can until there is only one thing left to give. Until the world shatters in bright and brilliant light behind the blinding silk. My breath catching until my lungs ache for air and then exploding in my chest.
Silence still. Filling the space between us as no sound, no words, ever could.
Hands, only gentle now, caress before sliding down to release my bonds and lastly, slowly, up to unfasten the silk across my eyes.
A wry chuckle sneaks into your voice even as I struggle to find my own. Breaking the silence you whisper "Now you've made us late. You'll pay for that later, my dear."
I can't wait.
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If you'd like to read the other responses or, even better, propose your own ending please visit Hermione's Heart.
P.S. I know I've been quiet here for a while, but expect to see more of me from now on!
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
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4 comments:
Emma, that was lovely! Thanks so much for finishing it much better than I could have.
It's great to see you again. How's Max?
Hugs,
Hermione
Hermione,
Thank you, I'm so glad you enjoyed it. It was different fir me to write, as there wasn't any spanking but, well, I'm hoping that's what happened "later."
Max, I believe, is doing quite well. He was a foster and with me for just a short time before moving on to his forever home. Despite being a bigger brat than even me he managed to worm his way into my heart more than any other foster I've had. I still miss him, but I am so happy that I was able to be a part of his life and he mine.
Since Max's departure there's been plenty going on around here though most of it has been more along the lines of hectic vanilla life and less of the kinky sort. I do plan on writing a recap of the past few months' kinkiness but honestly it hasn't been the easiest time for me and I'm still finding it difficult to write about. But don't worry, there will be plenty of happy things for me to share as well. In fact I'm working on one post right now.
Em
Your fantasy was great, so much better than my little one.
You should write one for Flash Fiction Friday, Spanky and Tiggr started it.
Ronnie
xx
Thank you Ronnie, but don't sell your own fantasy short. I often wish I could get my own thoughts across in fewer words. Your fantasy distilled the scene to it's essence perfectly.
I really don't write much (any) fiction, aside from this little exercise but I will check out the thing you mentioned. It will be fun to read even if I don't work up the nerve to participate!
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