Thrall's 3rd Assignment

[Dragon's muse]

For your third assignment, write Heather's diary/journal entry after the night she spends with Michael. Give me her thoughts, feelings, that roller coaster feeling of first love. Really get inside of her head, and give the reader a real sense of knowing Heather.

i so know you can do this.

rose

[thrall]

A heads up

The next month in r/l will involve a good deal of travel, so the assignment will be late. I will do my very best to complete it quickly.

Lots of love

Thrall

[Dragon's muse]

There's no such thing as late. Especially since i know it will be worth the wait.

[thrall]

thanks rose...........

[thrall]

i need to take long haul flights more often..........lol

its coming along .......*waives form New York*

[thrall]

Hello........see what I do when I'm in Vegas..........LOL

I hope you like it

[thrall]

The house was silent, except for the slow rhythmic breathing coming form the bed. I couldn’t sleep, I was far to excited to keep still, I needed to talk to Erik. Quietly as possible, I slid from beneath the warm covers, putting on Michaels robe. I snuggled into it, bringing the soft terry cloth up to my nose, and inhaling deeply, it smelled like him. I shivered not from cold but because I was wearing his robe.

Dawn was breaking; soft pink light was coming in through the windows. The dark shadows were turning into recognizable forms. I could see my things near the fireplace and made my way quietly towards them. Grabbing my backpack, I curled up onto the loveseat.

“Hello Eric, where would I be without you” I whispered as I pulled the laptop from my bag, caressing the familiar black case. I looked at Michael, still hearing his soft breathing, as I turned Erik on. The familiar tones chimed through the room as Erik hummed to life, illuminating me in the glow of the screen, as I rested my fingers on the keys.

“God, do I have volumes to tell you” I whispered to the screen, trying to order my chaotic thoughts.

Sunday 5:30am September 24th.

Hello Erik

I am so happy to finally get to talk to you, Erick!! I have so much to tell you, I don’t know where to begin, I’m just bursting. I know this is all going to come out in a jumble, but that’s how I feel right now. Mixed up, confused, happy, sad, scared, exalted ………and controlled. Don’t laugh Erik, but yes, I feel ……. controlled. I love it. Love it. Love it!

I’m in his bedroom, Erik, listening to him breathing, watching his chest rise and fall. It’s like purring, intoxicating purring. If I didn’t want to talk to you so badly, and tell you all my secrets, I could just lay here watching him. It’s getting lighter now and it is would be easier to see him. His hair is tousled and he has stubble on his chin, it’s a little bit gray, but that’s ok, I sort of like it.

Erik, he is just so handsome, I can’t stop looking at him! I caught myself all day yesterday, sneaking sideways glances at him, and he was always looking back at me straight in the eyes. It was unnerving, but I can’t seem to help my self! I smiled so much that my face hurts!

What is wrong with me Erik? I’m only thinking about him and I’m smiling! There has to be something definitely wrong with me! I’m looking around the room and I’m smiling. Smiling for God sake!

I don’t ever want to forget what this room looks like, it’s right out of my dreams, Erik. It’s a big room; one wall is all glass, with doors that go into a garden. And I can’t wait to see what that is like! There are a few doors that I want to peek into but I don’t have the nerve. One end of the room has the bed, and it’s angled into the corner. The bed is so Michael, its artsy and looks custom made, I think, but it’s nice. The headboard fits into the corner and it comes up and around the top of the bed, with heavy beams over the top of the bed like a canopy, in beautiful dark wood. He likes candles, they’re everywhere. They’re in scones on the wall, in the headboard, on the dressers and on the mantle of the fireplace.

The fireplace, Erik, I think is the best part. It makes it like an apartment all on its own. The wall, including the mantle is made of small inset polished black stones. It’s spectacular. There are two chocolate brown suede sofas facing each other piled with black velvet pillows. In between is a long black leather ottoman.

If I had to describe it, Erik, the room is rather like Frank Lloyd Wright Craftsman Style gone Goth, if that makes any sense…. LOL. I like it Erik, I like it a lot.

His whole house is like this Erik, well what I’ve seen of it that is, is surprising, unexpected, and totally Michael. Even where the house this is, nestled into the trees is unexpected. I was expecting, modern, all black, glass and steel. I thought he would live in something sleek, hard and cold. Wasn’t I wrong Erik, and I’m so happy about it!! I don’t know why, it’s just that this is where he lives and I love everything about it. The charm and enchantment of the place makes me want to stay here forever.

But Erik, what I really want to tell you about is Michael! The man has exploded every concept of what and who I thought I was. He has moved me so much, that it’s like my life’s axis is now tilted in a different direction and spinning backwards. Magnetic north is no longer where it’s supposed to be, and my life’s compass is spinning out of control, with the pointer fixed on him.

What I thought was so wrong, only a few short hours ago, has now captured my psyche, Erik. And the scary, confusing part is that I just don’t think that he has captured it, but he set it free. I can’t even describe what is going on in my head and body,…I feel. I don’t know how else to put it Erik, but I feel. I feel his words in the pit of my stomach, I feel his power over my mind and body. I know this sounds crazy, but I feel his will more than my own. It’s as if his will is now mine.

Erik, I gave him the keys to the fortress of my mind, and he has taken possession of the castle and run his flag up the standard.

He is part of me now, Erik and I don’t know how else to say it. He has etched himself onto the granite pathways of my thoughts. I will never again be able to smell bread baking or the feel of butter in my mouth again, and not think of him. I will never able ale to sit at a table drinking wine and not think of him. I will never play chess again and not think of him…….LOL. well, my ass will never forget, that’s for sure.

I want to watch him. I want to listen to his voice. I want to breathe the same air he breaths. I want to follow him like a puppy. I want to hug him all the time. I want to him to hold me and never let me go. I want to smell his clothes. I don’t want to go home today. I want to sleep in his bed forever. I want to laugh, cry and scream all at the same time!!

I want to do what ever it is he tells me to do!!!!

What the hell am I talking about, Erick!

Is this love? I don’t know….I DON’T KNOW!! I’ve never felt like this before!! You know me better than anyone, I don’t think that I’m a girlie romantic, but isn’t what I just said the most girlie thing I have ever imputed into your encrypted, chip of a brain?

Michael was right to say that I smolder, because now I burn. I feel like a fire that is tempting enough for him to gently tend and stoke to the blaze. Michael however is an inferno, and I am pyromaniac, drawn to him on…….I don’t know….. crazy level! He sets fire to my blood, Erik, he has set fire to my life. What am I even talking about!!

He told me to strip, and I did it.

He told me to lie over his legs, and I did it.

He spanked me, and I didn’t stop him!!!!!

I LIKED IT,ERIK!!!

It was the most incredible feeling I have ever had! Doing something that I really didn’t want to do, doing it, crying the entire time, and loving it!

I’m so confused. I’m not supposed to like being controlled. I’m not supposed to like being spanked. I’m smiling as I think about all of this and almost crying at the same time! Is there something wrong with me???

BRB……I think he is waking up………False alarm……he only rolled over……LOL


OK, breathe deep…….


I fear falling Erik. I fear this giddy high, I fear falling in love. Will I fall to earth and crumple into destruction. Or do I need to fall, to be able to fledge my wings and fly? I want to fly, Erik, I want to see the earths curve in blue, and the crystal starlit sky. Erik, can you teach me how to fly? Or is it Michael that will be the teacher………….my flying instructor.

[Dragon's muse]

Fucking Beautiful! i will get back to give this a thorough read and review tomorrow, but you have completely justified my faith in you.

Magfreakingnificent!

[thrall]

I'm so very sorry it took so long...........lol

But I'm awfully happy that you were willing to wait for the final complete product.

Thank you again.........


Hope you like it

[Rhabbi]

Fucking Beautiful! i will get back to give this a thorough read and review tomorrow, but you have completely justified my faith in you.

Magfreakingnificent!

going


going


GONE

Its a home run.

[thrall]

Can i run you down as i cross home plate????...........lol

[Rhabbi]

Can i run you down as i cross home plate????...........lol

**stands across from home plate and opens my arms wide**

[tessa]

A most interesting way to create. Wonderful, thrall.

[thrall]

lmao..........wasn't my idea Tessa.......it was Muses...........lol


aaaaaa i have never written a journal in my life......

and showing emotion..........aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ..........lol


*bangs head on keyboard*

[Dragon's muse]

i promise you are not forgotten. Weekend was just eventful. i will get you a full critique on the morrow.

kisses,
rose

[thrall]

hugs and kisses........

and boy can i sympathize over a weekend from hell...........lol

[Dragon's muse]

i am finally off pain ***** for the knee i blew out over the weekend, and ready to give this a thorough crit. As i said, it is wonderful. You capture that giddy, "ohmygodthiscan'tbetrue", feeling. As to the main part of the story, the journal entry, i won't pick the grammatical nits too hard, for the simple reason, that i did request it as a journal entry.

All that being said, i am kicking you upstairs to level II for Aussiegirl to have her sicked way with your tender young flesh.

The house was silent, except for the slow, rhythmic breathing coming form the bed. I couldn’t sleep, I was far to (too) excited to keep still,( I needed to talk to Erik. Quietly as possible, I slid from beneath the warm covers, putting on Michaels (Michael's)robe. I snuggled into it, bringing the soft terry cloth up to my nose, and inhaling deeply,( it smelled like him. I shivered, not from cold, but, because I was wearing his robe.

Dawn was breaking; soft pink light was coming in through the windows. The dark shadows were turning into recognizable forms. I could see my things near the fireplace and made my way quietly towards them. Grabbing my backpack, I curled up onto the loveseat.

“Hello Eric, where would I be without you” I whispered as I pulled the laptop from my bag, caressing the familiar black case. I looked at Michael, still hearing his soft breathing, as I turned Erik on. The familiar tones chimed through the room as Erik hummed to life, illuminating me in the glow of the screen, as I rested my fingers on the keys.

“God, do I have volumes to tell you” I whispered to the screen, trying to order my chaotic thoughts.

Sunday 5:30am September 24th.

Hello Erik

I am so happy to finally get to talk to you, Erick!! I have so much to tell you, I don’t know where to begin, I’m just bursting. I know this is all going to come out in a jumble, but that’s how I feel right now. Mixed up, confused, happy, sad, scared, exalted ………and controlled. Don’t laugh Erik, but yes, I feel ……. controlled. I love it. Love it. Love it!

I’m in his bedroom, Erik, listening to him breathing, watching his chest rise and fall. It’s like purring, intoxicating purring. If I didn’t want to talk to you so badly, and tell you all my secrets, I could just lay here watching him. It’s getting lighter now and it is would be easier to see him. His hair is tousled and he has stubble on his chin, it’s a little bit gray, but that’s ok, I sort of like it.

Erik, he is just so handsome, I can’t stop looking at him! I caught myself all day yesterday, sneaking sideways glances at him, and he was always looking back at me straight in the eyes. It was unnerving, but I can’t seem to help my self (one word)! I smiled so much that my face hurts!

What is wrong with me, Erik? I’m only thinking about him and I’m smiling! There has to be something definitely wrong with me! I’m looking around the room and I’m smiling. Smiling for God sake!

I don’t ever want to forget what this room looks like, it’s right out of my dreams, Erik. It’s a big room; one wall is all glass, with doors that go into a garden. And I can’t wait to see what that is like! There are a few doors that I want to peek into but I don’t have the nerve. One end of the room has the bed, and it’s angled into the corner. The bed is so Michael, its (it's)artsy and looks custom made, I think, but it’s nice. The headboard fits into the corner and it comes up and around the top of the bed, with heavy beams over the top of the bed like a canopy, in beautiful dark wood. He likes candles, they’re everywhere. They’re in scones on the wall, in the headboard, on the dressers and on the mantle of the fireplace.

The fireplace, Erik, I think is the best part. It makes it like an apartment all on its own. The wall, including the mantle is made of small inset polished black stones. It’s spectacular. There are two chocolate brown suede sofas facing each other piled with black velvet pillows. In between is a long black leather ottoman.

If I had to describe it, Erik, the room is rather like Frank Lloyd Wright Craftsman Style gone Goth, if that makes any sense…. LOL. I like it Erik, I like it a lot.

His whole house is like this Erik, well what I’ve seen of it that is, is surprising, unexpected, and totally Michael. Even where the house this is, nestled into the trees is unexpected. I was expecting, modern, all black, glass and steel. I thought he would live in something sleek, hard and cold. Wasn’t I wrong Erik, and I’m so happy about it!! I don’t know why, it’s just that this is where he lives and I love everything about it. The charm and enchantment of the place makes me want to stay here forever.

But Erik, what I really want to tell you about is Michael! The man has exploded every concept of what and who I thought I was. He has moved me so much, that it’s like my life’s axis is now tilted in a different direction and spinning backwards. Magnetic north is no longer where it’s supposed to be, and my life’s compass is spinning out of control, with the pointer fixed on him.

What I thought was so wrong, only a few short hours ago, has now captured my psyche, Erik. And the scary, confusing part is that I just don’t think that he has captured it, but he set it free. I can’t even describe what is going on in my head and body,…I feel. I don’t know how else to put it Erik, but I feel. I feel his words in the pit of my stomach, I feel his power over my mind and body. I know this sounds crazy, but I feel his will more than my own. It’s as if his will is now mine.

Erik, I gave him the keys to the fortress of my mind, and he has taken possession of the castle and run his flag up the standard.

He is part of me now, Erik and I don’t know how else to say it. He has etched himself onto the granite pathways of my thoughts. I will never again be able to smell bread baking or the feel of butter in my mouth again, and not think of him. I will never able ale to sit at a table drinking wine and not think of him. I will never play chess again and not think of him…….LOL. well, my ass will never forget, that’s for sure.

I want to watch him. I want to listen to his voice. I want to breathe the same air he breaths. I want to follow him like a puppy. I want to hug him all the time. I want to him to hold me and never let me go. I want to smell his clothes. I don’t want to go home today. I want to sleep in his bed forever. I want to laugh, cry and scream all at the same time!!

I want to do what ever it is he tells me to do!!!!

What the hell am I talking about, Erick!

Is this love? I don’t know….I DON’T KNOW!! I’ve never felt like this before!! You know me better than anyone, I don’t think that I’m a girlie romantic, but isn’t what I just said the most girlie thing I have ever imputed into your encrypted, chip of a brain?

Michael was right to say that I smolder, because now I burn. I feel like a fire that is tempting enough for him to gently tend and stoke to the blaze. Michael however is an inferno, and I am pyromaniac, drawn to him on…….I don’t know….. crazy level! He sets fire to my blood, Erik, he has set fire to my life. What am I even talking about!!

He told me to strip, and I did it.

He told me to lie over his legs, and I did it.

He spanked me, and I didn’t stop him!!!!!

I LIKED IT,ERIK!!!

It was the most incredible feeling I have ever had! Doing something that I really didn’t want to do, doing it, crying the entire time, and loving it!

I’m so confused. I’m not supposed to like being controlled. I’m not supposed to like being spanked. I’m smiling as I think about all of this and almost crying at the same time! Is there something wrong with me???

BRB……I think he is waking up………False alarm……he only rolled over……LOL


OK, breathe deep…….


I fear falling Erik. I fear this giddy high, I fear falling in love. Will I fall to earth and crumple into destruction. Or do I need to fall, to be able to fledge my wings and fly? I want to fly, Erik, I want to see the earths curve in blue, and the crystal starlit sky. Erik, can you teach me how to fly? Or is it Michael that will be the teacher………….my flying instructor.

[thrall]

God I hope you knee feels better.......i know all about that *hugs*

Thank you so much for everything!

thrall