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A place for me to share the inner workings of my twisted mind and plans to rule the world.
1 year ago. September 19, 2021 at 3:54 AM

1 year ago. August 17, 2021 at 6:58 PM

What is so magical about teasing anyway? Why is it such a turn to for boys to be made to wait for that sweet moment of release?  And why do I love doing the cock teasing, prolonging a boy's seduction to make the object of my desire crazy with lust for me?  What is it that makes cock teasing and denial so irresistible, as if I weave a magic spell around a helpless, happy, straining victim?

Teasing puts the pizzazz and mystery into sex.  Otherwise, we’d just be rutting animals.  Even animals tease!  Look at the stop-start, pounce-retreat mating dances of birds, cats, apes, even snakes. So it's in nature. It's science!

A good tease is erotic but indirect, slowly building up to total seduction and surrender. As that consummate strip tease artist Gypsy Rose Lee once said, “Anything worth doing is worth doing slowly.”  A great tease has all the time in the world. I love so much to take my time. And with a great tease, you never know if you’re going to get the gold you’re going for.  You might, but then again you might not.  You have to be flexible with a tease.  You have to remember the Golden Rule of Tease:  You never know.  The best laid plans may not get you laid the way you planned.  You have to be willing to go with the tease, please…

Teasing wears a variety of masks and hats.  There is the innocent tease who doesn’t even know she’s a tease, and is all the more devastating for it. Sometimes I pretend to be the innocent tease. There’s the experienced tease who spins her webs of seduction with great skill and sensitivity.  I say “her” because, though men can tease too, teasing is a feminine wile.  It is manipulative and circuitous, womanly attributes.  Some teasing is spontaneous, light as a feather.  Some teasing is calculated, steeped in the art of salacious sorcery.  Some teasing is loving and sweet, almost nurturing, like tickling a baby.  Some teasing is playful and charming, dazzling and devastatingly witty.  Some teasing is mean and nasty, even vicious and cruel.  Teasing can also be humiliating and torturous.  And some teasing really hurts.  Teasing can be dangerous.  It can be quite harmless too, of course.  That is why we say “I’m just teasing!” to insist we’re harmless.  But it is the dangerous aspects of teasing that make it erotic.  That, and the sensuous nature of revealing something slowly, gradually, then maybe not at all, then maybe a little more.  It is too dangerous to show more.  Too hot to handle.  That is the Art of the Tease.

One of the greatest teases of history, believe it or not, is Queen Esther of the Bible. The shrewd and seductive Esther of Shushan, in what is now Iran, teased the great and powerful Persian King Ahasuerus into such an erotic frenzy that he freed her people from genocide.  Queen Cleopatra of Egypt was also a great tease; it was her extraordinary teasing ability that kept the Romans guessing and ultimately kept Egypt governed by its own people (that is, herself quite fittingly) until her death.

In modern times, teasing is the stuff of stars, Marilyn Monroe being the most legendary tease.  Bettie Page, sometimes called the Dark Marilyn, was also a most delicious tease. Now Dita Von Teese continues the legacy of the tease.  

And, yes, teasing is about control.  Maybe that's what I like it about it so much. Once you lose control, you’re not teasing anymore. It’s tough to tease when you’re in mid-orgasm.  Once the orgasm is on, the tease  is over….unless you’re a really good tease.

Does all this talk about teasing make you ache to be teased? I'm certainly yearning to invite a boy over for a long slow weekend of bondage and teasing.

1 year ago. August 10, 2021 at 10:07 PM

The words fall off the paper
the letters cascade to the ground into a beautiful mess
like abstract art:
too difficult to understand and yet magic to the eyes.
my words are no match for the teacher before me
proud and seductive -
she steals the words from my page
with nothing more than the cast of her eyes
: and a simple wry smile.
I am left with nothing...
an empty page full of desire,
and an F written in her cursive

Curious Adventurer

1 year ago. February 15, 2021 at 8:58 PM

My idea of a great first date!

1 year ago. February 10, 2021 at 4:54 PM

It used to be so much fun to go out in something sexy, whether it's to the office, to the bar or to the shop. I'm a natural tease and I feed off of the arousal energy I would feel from the men who would look at me but couldn't touch me. I know I look fine in sweats and a covid mask, but hopefully soon I'll be back to skirts and heels and stocking tops!

1 year ago. January 25, 2021 at 6:57 PM

I dissemble, evade, prevaricate, confound, confuse, distract, obscure, subtly misrepresent and willfully misunderstand with what often appears to be a positively gleeful relish and am perfectly capable of contriving to give one an utterly unambiguous impression of my future course of action while in fact intending to do exactly the opposite. But I never lie!

1 year ago. January 18, 2021 at 6:44 PM

1 year ago. January 11, 2021 at 4:57 AM

The Pigeon


I was taken aback

When she said

She loved pigeons

Of all things.


Since I'm a jerk

I shared with her a poem

I once wrote about how much

I fucking hate pigeons.


She was disappointed but

Still laughed. A loud gorgeous sound

Filling the makeshift bar patio

We were sharing our first

Drinks together on. She hit me

With a coy smile and evil eyes.


"Now every time you see a pigeon

You'll think of me." She said.


The next day

One of those apathetic feathered rats

Crossed my path. I saw it and suddenly heard

That laugh of hers. I saw her luscious

Red hair and those multicolored 

Eyes. I saw her drunkenly reciting 

Shakespeare and telling me

I need to read Tolstoy and Jane Austen.


I saw the one thing in New York City

I've always been disgusted with

And it was now so beautiful. 

1 year ago. December 5, 2020 at 4:44 AM

The first of my sacred writings. 

Chapter 1

In the beginning there was Goddess. She created the heavens and the earth. Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of Goddess was hovering over the waters. And though Goddess loves the darkness, She declared that there should be light. And She separated the light from the darkness and created night and day. But She always and still prefers the night, and the ancient darkness.

Then Goddess said, “Let the land produce vegetation: seed-bearing plants and trees on the land that bear fruit with seed in it, according to their various kinds.” And it was so. The land produced plants with magical properties, rosemary with its power to arouse and attract, wormwood that enhances divination and psychic dreaming, sage that cleanses and wards off evil, mint that lures love and wards off illness, and lavender for protection rituals, to enhance clarity, encourage fertility and bring love.

And Goddess said, let the waters teem with with living and spiritual creatures and let birds, ghosts and shadows fly above the earth across the vault of the sky. And three of these creatures of flight were the owl, the raven and the bat. To these, Goddess infused her gift of the spirit. Goddess gave the owl the ability to command ghosts and to announce the coming of Death. To the raven, she gave the gift of prophecy and shape shifting. But the bat was Goddess's favorite creature of the sky as the bat preferred the darkness. To the bat she gave self awareness and knowledge and powers of magick. Goddess took the bat as her mate and they birthed the vampire. But that is a story for another book.

And Goddess said, “Let the land produce living creatures according to their kinds: the livestock, the creatures that move along the ground, and the wild animals, each according to its kind.” And it was so. Goddess made the wild animals according to their kinds, the livestock according to their kinds, and all the creatures that move along the ground according to their kinds. And three of these creatures of the earth were the snake, the spider and the cat. To these, Goddess infused her gift of the spirit. Goddess gave the snake good fortune and the great power to heal, yet also the great ability to venomously harm. Goddess made the spider an artist and weaver of silk as well as a weaver of humankind's fate. But the cat was Goddess's favorite creature of the earth, as the cat preferred the darkness. Like the bat, the cat received self awareness and knowledge and powers of dominion over ghosts and shadows. Goddess so loved the cat, she gave it divinity, a creature to be worshipped. 

 Then Goddess said, “Let us make woman in our image, in our likeness, so she may infuse the earth with our sacred feminine energy." So Goddess created woman in Her own image, the human incarnation of Goddess. And Goddess gave woman the power to create life, and the greatest power of all, the power to love. And woman loved all of Goddess's creations, the waters and the plants, the bat and the cat, the light and the darkness. And woman loved Goddess, her creator Mother and thanked Her for all the gifts she had been given. 

And Goddess said, "there is one more gift for woman to receive. Since woman is Goddess incarnate on earth, I will give her a creature whose purpose  will be to worship her and praise her, to delight her and protect her. This creature will only feel complete when paying sacred homage to woman." And Goddess took a snip of wolf, snail, of earthworm and ape, and sprinkled it with just a pinch of Her sacred essence, so that he would always desire Her, and Goddess created man. 


2 years ago. November 25, 2020 at 8:57 PM

Here is a fantasy I often ponder about. I would like to build and run the Queendom Church. To avoid taxes and governmental interference I intend to found a religion devoted to the Dark Goddess (myself! See previous post on my own deification). Discipline for slaves will be under the mantle of religious practice. Ecstasy and agony are different sides of the same coin. With religion as a shield, we can push the envelope of physical endurance. Here is how it will work. After several visits and serious consultation, a man who desires to serve will be required to liquidate his wealth no matter how big or small and put it into a an irrevocable trust. He can at this time make provision for any inheritance he wishes to pass on. The remaining funds will go into his trust. Imagine what it would feel like to get rid of everything but a few family photos. I'll allow a man a small box to keep a few memories. You'd put your box in storage and walk into the Queendom with nothing but one set of clothes and your tooth brush. Think how freeing it would be! It would be like entering a monastery as an initiate. Let's say that after selling everything he owns, a man is worth 300 thousand dollars. From that, he would receive about about 4% a year in income for as long as he lived plus Social Security. He's not rich but he has paid for himself. At his death, the principle would be turned over to the Queendom Church. He would also receive a great tax break for giving his wealth to charity. When he moves into the Queendom, he will turn over his monthly income to our female money manager. This manager would fulfill his family obligations and allow him a short holiday once a year to visit family. Let's say he changes his mind. He can leave the Queendom and his monthly stipend would instantly return to him. We could not stop that. However, at his death, the Queendom would receive the principle. He could not stop that, hehe.  However, I believe most men would stay. Freed from all of the responsibilities of life, he could serve with his whole heart and mind. Picture yourself there. I have openings for stable boy, gardener, maid, cook, seamstress, and chauffeur. Where do you fit in?