Sexy Porn Star, Morgana Moon

so there i am… pissing. oh whatever. i like pictures of girls on toilets. and myself? even better. this was taken the night of the last full moon. a moon that lifted me up. and brought me down. the wine i drank, she blessed, the love i shared, she inhabited…. it was a night of lights, camera, action- lights from the stunning midsummer sky, as the lady of the night rose above chicagos beautiful buildings, and gazed upon us as we toasted her majesty. camera, that took my picture, in my favorite kind of way. and action, that of the most sensual way. it was, a most perfect night. and to the relief of my friends, i did not, turn into a werewolf….
daily though, i find myself turning into the woman i want to be… and i completely thank the man who taps me. who gets me. who craves me the way i crave him. who pushes me in ways i have never dared. who… oh what the fuck. i can write about the anal sex, i can write about the music, i can write about how i’ve never felt more alive in a duo… but… i’m done for now.

i went home this past weekend. to wisconsin. where the river took me, took me through her dirty water, and i could shock the locals as much as i dared, and i could jump off the cliffs into the murky water, that held me with force and magic. it was a interesting trip… given that i found myself amidst the men who knew me as a little girl… and here i am, no longer that little girl, and although they are friends with my mother… still look at me as a woman. i can see it in their eyes. and i love it, and hate it. i’ve always loved the older man. still do. age is a funny thing though. its such a taboo- yet our bodies have no holds barred when it comes to attraction. at least mine doesn’t. but i’m a funny lady. girl. cunt. whore. slut. bitch. woman. goddess…

i lay down with my vices…. for the night.
inhabiting my loins.
i linger on the feeling of desire.
as she carries me off.
kissing me with dark vampire kisses.
the same i crave.
and give into.
goodnight lovers.
goodnight moon.

I’m home. sweating in the midsummer humidity. bathrobe tied around my waist, breasts staring at the computer, wishing someone would come touch them. Unpacked…. unsorted…. unexcited to be back at work…. of course, there is something to be said for my own bed, my own shower, my pussycat, and my own sweet darling little apartment… but its no 30 story balcony overlooking the Hudson river with the east wind twirling my hair as I breathe in the smell of NYC. Which I fucking loved.
Day one, my boy who i was staying with walked with me throughout the west side and through times square and then to central park, which was lovely. and hot. and we took solace in the air conditioned movie theater- where like children, we snuck in and hung out for hours. in fact, i totally took a nap while watching Inception, i’m probably the only person in america who will admit that right now- because i know, “its so hot right now” – but um. yea. whatever. i liked what i saw and will watch it again. i was just tired. and relaxed. and sitting in the dark. and… comfortable. fuck off.
the next couple days I just wandered around Greenwich village, where i fell in love with macdougal street… and cafe wha and groove and the people, and this amazing handmade jewelry shop where i scored some sweet bracelets! dancing with strangers- making new friends- business cards and phone numbers traded like saliva.
my last night in the city- i went for an adventure- and an adventure it was- a make-shift photo shoot, a knife collection, a nut cracker, hats…. subways have never been so fun, rocks have never been so comfortable, i’ve never felt more like a perfect and promiscuous panther, slipping through the city with ease and holding onto the full moon with eager hands- eager loins-

in fact—- i wrote this for the moon- tuesday afternoon sitting on the aforementioned balcony, held up by the city streets, the empire state building to my right, new jersey in front of me, the blue skys blinding, the breeze cooling my overheated mind.
and did i mention the full moon-
whose contents i drank of wholly, open mouthed and ready, i gulped down the evanescence of crazy wonderment and delight. she gives and i receive. like an infant i drink, craving my mothers milk, its heavenly body giving me the omnipresent love and fulfillment, i grasp , i pull, i need to be pushed, shoved, hair pulled, with tenderness and beauty, also eager to be held. give unto me lovely lady as i get on my knees and open myself up.
thank you
madam.

before i bare more of myself then everyone deserves to know-
i retreat.
to bed.

xoxoxo
Morgana

ps- chicago, although i’ve been unfaithful baby, i still love and hold you dearest!

pps-
some pictures- for fun

the chelsea hotel

cafe wha

and the skateboard!