I want the man that sparkles
Perhaps he would wear a few bells
Grow his teeth out a bit
Maybe two socks on one foot
I want the one that would shine
Claws protruding through sneakers
And spin around to say “Hello”
A secret between only us
I want the man with kittens for ears
A macaroni smile on his face
Perhaps a banana nose
He’d never forget my eyes
I just discovered that two days ago... one of my favorite vocalists passed away. The lead singer of The Cranberries. I rang in the new year singing Zombie. 😿
(Correction... since I live in complete darkness from the goings on of media.... She actually passed away a year ago.)
I share with you now...
Zombie by The Cranberries
Another head hangs lowly
Child is slowly taken
And the violence, caused such silence
Who are we mistaken?
But you see, it's not me
It's not my family
In your head, in your head, they are fighting
With their tanks, and their bombs
And their bombs, and their guns
In your head, in your head they are crying
In your head, in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie
What's in your head, in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie, oh
Du, du, du, du
Du, du, du, du
Du, du, du, du
Du, du, du, du
Another mother's breaking
Heart is taking over
When the violence causes silence
We must be mistaken
It's the same old theme
Since nineteen-sixteen
In your head, in your head, they're still fighting
With their tanks, and their bombs
And their bombs, and their guns
In your head, in your head, they are dying
In your head, in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie
What's in your head, in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie, oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ie-ie oh
This brightened my night last night...
Message subject:
”If the sub people had queen sure she will be you”
*grins*
Who knew? I wonder what sub people look like...
I just wanted to share, because I had my follow up after surgery today. They found no cancer and I’m healing nicely. So... soon my vagina will be happy. Three more weeks. There was no pain with my pelvic exam... I attribute that to the offending blighted organ not being present. Death to the uterus! Huzzah!
[This is the very first part of the twisted tale of Venus and Adonis. My favorite Shakespeare narrative... I found this challenging because I had to write from a Domme’s perspective... please be kind. 😊]
As the sun rose above the trees, bidding farewell to the early morning, Venus spied the golden curls that framed the face of her destiny. Mounted upon a silvery white steed, Adonis skillfully maneuvered through the wood, paying no mind to the advancing Mistress. She adjusted her long blonde hair and shifted her corset just right before intercepting his path. She cleared her throat and stood proudly before the majestic animal.
Lifting her chin to the light, she spoke, “Thrice fairer than myself, the field’s chief flower, sweet above compare, stain to all nymphs, more lovely than a man, More white and red than doves or roses are: Nature that made thee, with herself at strife, saith that the world hath ending with thy life.”
Her lips curved into a delicate smile as she paused, taking in the blue hue of his eyes. His features must have been carved from the purest alabaster. She held her breath to disguise her growing desire, although she felt the heat rising in her cheeks. She stepped closer; her fingers gently settled on the pommel of the lovely white flogger that hung from her hip. She tilted her head as Adonis pressed his lips together; his brow knitted with ire. Gently, she smiled, allowing her hand to fall from the flogger. She spoke again, hoping to ease any alarm.
“Vouchsafe, thou wonder, to alight thy steed, And rein his proud head to the saddle-bow; If thou wilt deign this favour, for thy meed A thousand honey secrets shalt thou know.” With those words, she played her tongue across her cherry red lips and brushed her hands over her breasts, along her curves and thighs.
His lips parted a fraction, drawing the Goddess’ attention. Her smile twisted wickedly as Adonis shifted in his saddle. Gaze falling to his waist, she arched a thin, satisfied brow. She gestured toward a patch of soft grass nearby before continuing her campaign.
“Here come and sit, where never serpent hisses,” she allowed her eyes to linger at his waist once more with a small smile, “And being set, I’ll smother thee with kisses. And yet not cloy thy lips with loath’d satiety, But rather famish them amid their plenty; Making them red, and pale, with fresh variety.”
She worked her tongue again trailing her eyes up to his face as she bit her lower lip. His breathing was quick. She was affecting him. She moved closer, slowly, and purred erotically.
“Ten kisses short as one, one long as twenty: a summer’s day will seem an hour but short, Being wasted in such time-beguiling sport.”
She was close enough that her breasts teased against his leg. Her nipples stood erect beneath the fabric of her corset. She released a soft gasp and then felt him move away. A step closed the space Adonis made between them. She rested a hand on the back of the saddle and her other hand clasped his, gently; wringing it free from the reins. She felt him tremble a little and noticed there was moisture collecting in his palm. Her breath danced on his skin as she drew the hand to her lips. Adonis did not resist. Her eyes found his, daring not to wander. Dragging her lips across the inside of his thumb, she drew the digit into her mouth. With his eyes on hers and his thumb nestled on her tongue, she sucked on it for a moment with a soft moan. A war began to spread along his brow and in his gaze as he slid from the saddle before her. Releasing his thumb, she nuzzled his palm and dragged his hand along her cheek, to her neck, across her heart, to her breast; holding it there while her chest rose and fell, looking deeply into those two azure wells of eternity.
Discreetly, her other hand had worked a nice loop in a leather binding which, after placing his hands behind his back, fastened them together firmly. She chuckled. Almost a dark chuckle. Adonis’ eyes widened as he was being ushered backwards by her plump breasts.
Adonis was in such a stammer as his mouth tried to form words, he lost his footing and fell back upon the lush grass. The Goddess knelt and then lay beside, facing him, propped up on an elbow with a twisted smile. Adonis gasped and started to speak.
“Mistress…” But she cut him off, placing a red lacquered fingernail on his lips and clucked her tongue.
“If thou wilt chide, thy lips shall never open.” She purred for the second time, and stroked the side of his face.
His skin was on fire as his cheeks reddened. Leaning in, she caressed his jawline with her breath. Pausing to study his face, her hand grasped hold of his yellow curls, pulling his head back forcibly. Tracing her tongue along his lower lip he tried to speak again. Words just tumbling out incoherently. With wicked laughter, Venus claimed his mouth entirely. She slid onto his lap, straddling him. There was no doubt about the growing effect she had on him. That knowledge pushed the Goddess into an assault of fervent nips and kisses on his lips, ears and neck. Her hips moved like swelling waves, building with desire.
Rocking with pleasure, her panting matched Adonis, breath for breath. The front of his pants soaked with her sweet essence. Just to the edge. She stopped. That wicked laugh. Adonis trembled and was, alas, rendered silent.
(Tbc)
While I write my first installment of my Shakespeare: Bound and Gagged.
Here is one of my nerdy favorites....
Ana Ng by They Might Be Giants
Make a hole with a gun perpendicular
To the name of this town in a desk-top globe
Exit wound in a foreign nation
Showing the home of the one this was written for
My apartment looks upside down from there
Water spirals the wrong way out the sink
And her voice is a backwards record
It's like a whirlpool and it never ends
Ana Ng and I are getting old
And we still haven't walked in the glow of each others majestic presence
Listen Ana hear my words
They're the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you
All alone at the sixty-four World's Fair
Eighty dolls singing small world after all
Who was at the Dupont Pavilion?
Why was the bench still warm? Who had been there?
Or the time when the storm tangled up the wire
To the horn on the pole at the bus depot
And in the back of the edge of hearing
These are the words the voice was repeating
Ana Ng and I are getting old
And we still haven't walked in the glow of each others majestic presence
Listen Ana hear my words
They're the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you
When I was driving once I saw this painted on a bridge,
I don't want the world, I just want your half
They don't need me here, and I know you're there (don't need me)
Where the world goes by like the humid air (world goes by)
And it sticks like a broken record
Everything sticks like a broken record
Everything sticks until it goes away (it goes home)
And the truth is, we don't know anything (don't know)
Ana Ng and I are getting old
And we still haven't walked in the glow of each others majestic presence
Listen Ana hear my words
They're the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you
Ana Ng and I are getting old
And we still haven't walked in the glow of each others majestic presence
Listen Ana hear my words
They're the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you
Ana Ng and I are getting old
And we still haven't walked in the glow of each others majestic presence
Listen Ana hear my words
They're the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you
I must share this awesome song I’ve had in my playlist forever... The video makes it even more enjoyable.
The Ultimate Showdown by Lemon Demon
I shared this awhile ago but I had a dream involving a retreat ... I imagine it was for subs because it had a bunch of familiar screen names parading around in the flesh 😊.
This part of my journey I plan on taking us across the seas and far far away to the “Land of the Morning Calm”. Otherwise known as Korea.
I didn’t want to spend too much time discussing how I met my first husband and that relationship, although it is important to note that I was just 20 when I married him. I had no idea what I -really- wanted. I thought he’d make a good woman out of me. I’ve always felt so dirty and corrupt. Maybe it was because of my kinks and sexual appetite. I wanted everything. Even then. I just didn’t know what it was I was looking for. Someone to love me and tell me I was beautiful even though I was a slut…or because I was. I’ll just refer to my first husband as “the Punisher”, and not in a good way.
Freshly married, we shipped out to Korea together. His position, where we were stationed, afforded him the opportunity to take an EMT class. His instructor was a lovely young woman. His course required a stay over in Seoul to observe the ER at the hospital there. When he returned, I was getting his clothes ready to take to the laundry and found a note he wrote… to her. It said something about the best night that never happened.
Now… I realize this meant that they didn’t have sex. However… in my young mind.. he betrayed my trust… emotionally. Naturally I was upset and confronted him. He made me feel like I had no right to feel upset because I had so many sexual partners before I married him… He made me feel so worthless.
I never recovered from that. He never felt he was wrong.
That being said…. I had to paint a picture of where I was mentally when I got involved with my spanker.
My unit performed missions throughout the wee hours of the night and morning. My partner for most of these missions was a guy who was relatively good looking and kind. We hung out a lot, on and off duty. During our missions we would have hours we would spend inside a small diagnostic van… alone… just the two of us. We talked a lot. He comforted me when I was visibly upset about that note.
One night… it happened. I’m not sure what came over him but I decided to lay over a spinning stool and spin around while we waited for our data to download after our mission. He stopped my spin and his hand smacked my ass sharply. I gasped and felt my face flush and my heart race and moisture collect between my legs. What the fuck? Was my first thought… I spun back around and looked up at him in shock and said, “You might want to stop doing that.” … He was grinning! He asked “Or what?”… I really didn’t know but I had the need to launch myself off the stool at him… with not a plan to what came next. I stammered in my response, “It’s kinda turning me on”. He spun me back around and gave me a few more really hard swats. That was it… I jumped off the stool and clung to him like a mad woman and we started making out. He’d bite my lips and pinch my nipples… and it made me absolutely crazy.
We carried on our affair until I left the country… still married to the punisher. I confessed the affair. It just gave him more stuff to punish me for. Ten years. Hell.
So I got this message ...the subject:
Hey girl I am not ugly. Do hope you are not
(this had me rolling!!!)
But then I read the fucking message (which was really long)...
The entire message was lost unto me when he explained he did not want any overweight or fat women.
Now...I’m not fat... but I’m not skinny either. I basically told him he completely turned me off and to have a nice day. I was very kind.
The End