its been a very interesting past few days in regards to my nether-regions, i have found my pussy shaved, frozen grapes, and twizzlers among other things up my ass and vagina, and i must admit- i rather liked it. this morning though, i was chopping peppers for an amazing breakfast in my second to fave kitchen (mine only coming in first, because it is just that, mine), and i had brought the hottest peppers that i have ever grown over to share with my second to fave cook, (second only to me, because well, i am the best). so there i am, chopping diligently away, putting the hot peppers in tiny particles in a shot glass, the colorful mixed bells in a small bowl, and the onions in another. i let the cook of the hour use the ingredients to make a wonderful and much needed breakfast which i enjoyed on the porch, while the sun shone against my unmade hair and face. afterwords we went to go fool around for the multiple time that morning, which was going swimmingly until i grabbed the lube and began to rub it on our most sensitive areas. initially i didn’t know what was causing the burning sensation, but i knew that i couldn’t take it. getting up and washing myself, i realized that i must not have washed my hands good enough before massaging my vagina. yeah. ouch. talk about hot sex!!! good fucking hell!!!!! i am all about the spicy, the burning, the intensity of hot peppers in my mouth- but now i know that when it comes to sex, they shouldn’t be involved at all. psh- and i was told not to get it in my eyes. damn.

i got to see my step-sister last night, which was awesome, she lives on the east coast and always ends up having a layover when passing through chicago, which is amazing because its really the only time that i see her anymore. she is 11 months younger than i am, we spent out teenage years growing up together and even though our lives are so completely different these days, she doesn’t judge me for my outrageous lifestyle and we can just be sisters… loving each other honestly and beautifully, the way that only sisters (women) can. we walked around millennium and grant park for hours, taking in the beauty of buckingham fountain, laughing at the bean, sitting on the shaded benches and watching this beautiful city that i am proud to call my home.
after i walked her back to union station i went to the place that i have found myself frequenting lately, and laid in the arms of the man who makes me feel—- so alive, so present, so loved, so appreciated- for me- for the strange and stunning lady that i am. i thank him for that. more than he will ever know. i find myself growing- my eye color changing with the seconds- certain things that i have known about myself, coming out in ways i never though someone would appreciate. and i thank him. although his attitude upon my leaving makes me frustrated, i hope he knows that i don’t leave because i want to, i leave because i do have my own life- other friends to see, an apartment to clean, a cat to feed, duties that i must attend to, even though laying in his comfortable bed, in his body that i can nestle myself against in the most sensational way, makes me want to never leave, i know that i must. and i pray that he can respect that, in the same way that he respects me, and what we have. this amazingly beautiful thing we have.
speaking of things to do, one of my best friends is having a get together this evening, and now that i have showered, blogged and chugged enough ice water to cool this hot summer day, i am off-
because-
thats what i do-
i move-
i dance-
i roll-
xoxxx
Morgana

Fuck! there are moments – like today- that i am just astonished by how much i love my life. oh, sure- i bitch, i moan, i hate most people and despise my day job at times- but- when you can just be- and take all the excitement and beauty in- fuck man…. its amazing. Went to a fetish party last night with a man you may recognize from my fabulous content, and…. by not focusing on all of our stupid shit- we could just relax and enjoy each others company- and fuck mind you. fuck fuck fuck away. twice in the evening did i find myself on the medical table- feet in stirrups, pussy wet- my trip to the gyno will never be the same. lol. I have been to some play parties, and granted always had a fabulous time- but last night- damn man…. loved that shit. The bruise on my ass is a subtle reminder of how much i enjoyed myself. And mind you, i get my ass slapped often- never before have i had a bruise. Fucking love it.
This morning- went to brunch- had a much needed meal and a bottle of champagne- after brunch we went to the park, and sat in the sunshine drinking the second bottle of champagne and chatting…. as the sun soaked into my black skirt and warmed my ass in the most delightful way. hot slapped buns baby. all the fucking way.
My birthday is next week- and as the days continue on- i think more and more about my life and choices and age and all that shit. Often i find it just fucking stressful and unrewarding to do so…. and i find when i just “am”, just “be”, just “chill the fuck out” and let what happens happen… that my stress no longer exists. What my monetary gains and status equal right now does not change who i am, or how good of a person i am, or when i will die or who i will fuck or any of that shit…. so… chill girlfriend just chill and just fucking be.
so…
live- love- life-
enjoy the sunshine and be-
and slap my ass for good luck!
xoxoxoxoo – Morgana

So week two of having no internet, except on my phone, which although is awesome and gives me the ability to function- I can’t really get much work done. So I apologize for not blogging as often or getting new content up. I will say that I did a shoot the other day and am having some things edited, so a new video montage should be up shortly!! I will say that not having a constant partner who wants to shoot sex scenes with me, makes it difficult to get new content up, and for that I apologize- its frustrating for sure. But I single (ha ha) handedly grope along—- trying to get my probing fingers in the dark and deep sexiness of this splendorous world.

So far this new year has been gorgeous- and I find myself doing whatever I desire…. and its lovely. This week though, I am hibernating a bit, touching up the areas that I feel like need work… I mean that more in the personal sense, sometimes its sooo fucking necessary to remove yourself from the whirlwind and figure out who is beneficial and who is just ripping at your sanity with their sensuous ways. So I lay in my soft bed and breathe, and calm myself, and listen to music, and just be….

listen
live
love

xoxox- Morgana

ménage à trois….

three-somes… feminine lips against breasts slightly bigger than my own, soft hands,  new delicacies, romancing undiscovered areas,  hair falling against multiple arms and chests… the beauty of the human form intertwines to create – for just a moment- one being- and its absolutely fucking gorgeous!

Anyway- good fucking times

SO- I’ve always felt like a sexually liberated person-  but recently, I have become so comfortable in my own sexuality, that it makes me realize that I was never as open as I thought. Or not even open, just comfortable. Its only in the last couple months that I have become so ready to just experience everything, and know who I am, and be ok with that. Its a beautiful thing, to have no awkwardness or tension when it comes to sex. Or watching sex. Or listening to other people have sex around you. Or having sex in front of others. I think it took me being a single lady and re-discovering myself, to really experience me being ok with who I am, and not having to worry about how anyone else will perceive that.

Just finished Chuck Palahniuks, Invisible Monsters, loved loved loved this book! I think next to Choke, its my 2nd fave. One of my favorite quotes in it is, page 240:

“Rip yourself open.

Tell me my life story before I die.

Sew yourself shut.”

All of his books are completely bizarre, but I found this one more about self discovery and who we define ourselves are and what we do to make happiness an actual thing and not just something to search for. About finding your fears and terrors and embracing them to become someone who actually feels rather than just floats through life….  I would love to sit down and have a martini with that man. I bet he is a phenomenal conversationalist. And there is nothing I love more than a man who can stimulate me.

So I took some pictures of my cat the other night playing with my ball gag/eye mask— the thing is made of really cheap material, and using it for the first time the other day, realized that I never really want to use it again, so I am happy to give it to my other little pussy…….