Sexy Porn Star, Morgana Moon

Sunday working the SWOP table at the xxxtacy porn convention was great- met some wonderful people, and truthfully was disappointed by some. But those who made my day beautiful overcame the ones that didn’t. And honestly, when the drinking begins in the morning, by the late afternoon, who the fuck isn’t beautiful? Actually that’s not true at all- but the love flowed- as did the booze- as did the day. I did an interview with David Law for Playboy radio, which was kinda cool, I’m not great with being put on the spot, but where I failed David the attention whore (and i say that with love. and a little distaste) as always, filled in.
Ginger Lynn was in the booth next to ours, and her graciousness and laid back style is a model for all-
I had found a can of soup on the bus (hey, fuck you all- damn right i take the bus, besides its hard to bike in 5 inch heels!!!) on the way to Stephens convention center, and we put it on the table, unfortunately no one bought it- but it made me laugh throughout the day. Eventually I gave it to the tattoo guys, they’d given me a sexy ass shirt- I felt like the trade was fair. !!

Here is another pic of me being dragged around by Alex Zander from MK Magazine, who I adore.

It was a bonding moment for sure

On a more somber tone- I dragged home this mirror the other day- and with all the death and dying that has been showing itself to me in the last couple weeks- I find myself searching- trying to make sense of this … all of it. the nonsense. the chaos. the beauty. the love. the hate. the hot summer sweat. the bugs. the stench. AH!!!!

speaking of bugs and stench, I am going to New York on friday for a mini-vacation- which i need- my darling friend who I will be staying with has turned his apt into a meditation/yoga studio which normally wouldn’t be my thing exactly, but with all the shit that has been flying around my head, it sounds heavenly. To be able to counteract the noise of the city with a little fucking quiet will be fab.

so
on that note
i’m gonna wash up and hit the town on this hot beautiful tuesday night

xoxoxo
Morgana

I like to masturbate with the windows open, imagining the passerby’s sliding through the window and joining in on my sexy escapade. fantasy or not, my moans exit through the window and get caught in the summer breeze- catching the sun and doing a lascivious dance for all who notice.
on that same topic, my best friend has been living with me, and the other morning totally walked in on me masturbating-
it was 7:45 in the morning, the apt was empty, i was about to leave for work- and like so many other mornings i wanted to have a wank before i went to work- you know- get some release before dealing with the public- whatever-
anyway- it was one of those times when i get going, then realize that my batteries are low, so i get up, change them, return to bed and am ooohhh so close to coming when i hear the front door open (which leads into my bedroom- tiny apt, shared between ladies- you know)
FUCK! i think- shutting off the vibrator and stuffing it under the covers, meanwhile pulling them up slightly so its not obvious that my pants are by my ankles, as my darling sweet beautiful friend walks in still covered in sleep herself.
“hey”
“hey”
“are you going to work?” she asks
“in a minute-” i respond as she heads to her back room, immediately falling into bed. I stand, sigh, dress myself and head out myself, as i leave, i notice her fast asleep. “and i totally could have finished” i think, but at this point, i am already late for work, and you can only re-start so many times. you bet your ass though, the first thing i did when i got home that afternoon was finish the damn job.
that’s the funny thing about living in such close quarters with someone, intimacy becomes something different- something you can’t avoid. it can be both beautiful and aggravating. i say this without complaint though, for i love this women so very much. i just wish she would come in the back door.

this weekend was great- congress theater friday night, thievery corporation- which fucking rocked! And i thank all parties involved for that!
sat i went to a swingers party, which was a bit weird, and although i enjoyed myself, i found myself feeling a bit trapped and at someone elses mercy, which i fucking hate- i like being able to do what i want when i want, and there were a few moments when i was unable to do that, which blew. badly. I also find in many situations that people are so categorizational, meaning, most of my best friends don’t fall into gay or straight categories, and i found myself that night amidst people who are supposed to be open and accepting and eager to open the doors to sexual experience, and the conversation is clouded with gay and straight and that only women can fuck each other and men can’t – which is soooo fucking absurd to me. people are people. love them all. thats what i think. and so there i sat. the youngest by far. smoking in the dark. wishing i could go home and be among those i love. instead i was among those whose ideas i found so hypocritical and shrouded. Now i am not going to deny the enjoyment that i had, as a women a good 15 years my senior went down on me for like 20 minutes- and it was fabulous. point proven once again.
on that same sort of subject, the pride parade on sunday was a fucking blast! margaritas from the get go, dancing, swagger, drag queens, my best peeps, love love love love abounds!
last week, David and I did a scene for a project not of our own, but damn it was fun. its been a long time since i’ve fucked in front of the camera, and i forgot how much i loved it. hopefully it will amount to something and be profitable.

my work week began and i am sun-kissed and worn, but loving it all. summer has me in its swing, and i dip and fall in the arms of it.
xoxoxoxo
- Morgana

A caress, the warmth of a strong body holding me against the skyline- late at night, with a cool breeze wet with rains kisses. A party filled with hipsters and well dressed artists, the band reverberates from inside the loft. The sound of glasses clinking, the wind picks up the smoke and ash from the many smokers and twirls it amongst the delirious conversations. I came for the music, I came for a friend, I came to feel less like a corporate bitch and be apart of the underground, which though often still charges a cover and has a bar, at least its less stifling.
Sitting back in the shadows, I nurse my scotch, feel the comfort from a friend and embrace the deliciousness of the moment.
“are you a couch surfer?’ someone asks me
I shake my head and exhale a swarm of smoke in the general direction, too apathetic about politeness to even bother a response, instead I take note of a sturdy hand resting on my skin, I shiver, my body excited and determined. Murmurs of love and lust muddle in the sensual sound of a masculine voice. The cities lights take me across the sky and I float on a magic carpet ride while letting my libido steer me. Over the train tracks and dirty rivers, through the brightly lit streets that dance with stilettos and viagra pills. I let it take me to a place that fills my body with amazement, a moment, a collection of moments combined to bring the purest of joys.
It is this. This is what fuels the soul.

its Saturday night lovers! and I sit- dressed in an outfit that i have been looking forward to wearing all day long!!!! my eyelashes are so heavy and huge that I can barely keep them open- my nipples covered only by a star-
I am Scarlett O Harlot for the evening- and am ready to see some art- dance- and enjoy the company of my beautiful companions!
Heres a couple pics that I just took with photo booth- fuck off the quality sucks- but at least you can see my fabulous outfit!! an outfit that will take me to Resonate, the burning man inspired party at the congress tonight- should be sweet. to be quite honest, I don’t give a shit about the rest of the night anymore- i’m so into what I’m wearing I could go sit at golden nugget and be thrilled.
lol…. kisses
xoxoxo- Morgana

just in case you didn’t know- i’m wearing a hoop skirt. which is pretty fucking awesome!!
thanks Beatnix!

Well Happy Fucking New Year loves!!

I spent New Years at Neo-
it was, all in all- what you would expect from a night of debauchery and excitement. Starting the night off looking pretty with a bottle of Jameson, my peeps and I rallied in our usual fashion. The desperate cold begin to have no effect on my bare legs after the whiskey took its hold, and gathering in the alley with the gorgeous smokers was a delightful part of my evening. The colors of the night are swirled in my memory like a stunning painting- a giddy- sexy- dance filled painting. My boots, the 5 inch black knee high boots had the enjoyment of walking over a adoring man in the dirt stained snow- I Love it when a man begs, but when he begs to have his balls under my boots- well… darlings that’s just fucking perfection!
I feel the rush of this new year enter me like a big dick- and I feel only positivity—–

Since this is my blog, I feel l like I can be pretty damn personal, and so… with that said- I am going to share with you my thoughts on anal sex….
its not something I usually partake in, but Wednesday night I was feeling adventurous- and so let the beautiful dick in my company enter me from behind- and whatever- part of me loved it, part of me hated it- that’s not really the point of my wanting to discuss this. No, what made me feel enticed to even blog about this is that for anyone who gets fucked in the ass- well a certain tenderness ensues, and therefor the next day of shitting becomes (at least for me) a time to sit and think of the person who has been fucking you in the ass. Its a very odd thing- let me just say- to be sitting on the toilet and thinking of the person you’ve been fucking. Its unavoidable. Totally unavoidable. And given that my toilet time is generally my alone time, and I like to keep it that way, this is just another reason for me to avoid anal sex. Or I have to start stretching my asshole… maybe that should be my New Years goal…. its important to have goals…

Anyway-
Went to the Lasalle Power Company last night, saw The Last Vegas- badass- fun- whiskey- rock n roll- all my fave things- topped off with some beautiful company –

So the site is being redesigned a bit- let me know what the thoughts on the changes are- if things seem a little shaky in the next couple days, thats why- I’m excited though!!! Change with the New Year- new starts- beauty reborn!

xoxoxo- Morgana

Also have some new photos that will be up in the next couple days!!

Last Monday proved to be futile- no shoot- got all dressed up and prettied only to be canceled on half-hour prior to our start time. pretty lame- pretty predictable. one wants to have faith in people… so often disappointed. O well- hard feelings have been dealt with and I’m over it.
Wishing I could figure out how to fix the graphics on the join now page… its like every time I think I know how to fix it, my internet is so fucking slow that just times out… so… soon. Do know that the page still works- and You can in fact, join.
I apologize too for not getting new content up at a faster pace- part of it is, I am more picky about the people I work with and the quality of the content itself. Which when a opportunity like last Monday comes along, and then is canceled, its bogus and frustrating. Regardless, my website has been a source of joy for me lately- and I treasure and cherish it!

Its been a crazy beautiful week…. new faces- new experiences, new ideas…. slept for like 15 hours last night – my body catching up on much needed rest!

Helping out at JBTV on Thursday- super excited! Here are a few pics of me fondling this guitar…. this is why I like hanging out in this studio….

So its Monday- I did absolutely nothing last night and slept for hours- which felt great- I have been going out nonstop and it was relaxing to just nurse a beer and watch Its Always Sunny In Philadelphia. Now, I make some breakfast- re-touch some website stuff- have many errands to run- and then…. well… look forward to getting the shit fucked out of me by a certain someone. Purr…. yum…. damn its good. I find myself being submerged in the memories of the way my body feels, these knots are tied and keep the euphoria wrapped tightly around my loins. Submitting me to the pleasure, forcing me to be its slave, so I wait, and thrive on the sensual heat that surrounds me.

Anyway- I did a photoshoot for Backstagebetties.com the other day, super fun! we did it at JBTV studios- an amazing beautiful space, filled with kind and generous people. I am super excited about this project, and getting to work with the amazing photographer and bands. Seriously, check out www.getmadbaby.com for band pics, as the backstagebetties is still underway. For me personally, as someone who lives and breathes music, being able to be a pin-up girl for local bands- nothing makes me happier. Well- some things do- but this project makes me super excited! Here is a pic of my sexy ass……

I am posting a few pictures from Dahlia Freyas party almost a month ago now- just because they are too fucking dope not to share.

Remember the big black strap-on that I so enjoyed getting shoved down my throat- well heres some proof loves

I am so fucking in love with this snake…. we cuddled for hours. His thick trunk wrapped around my arms, winding down my back, over the curves of my hips, tracing my outline with his beauty. The warmth of my body keeping him comfortable, as I bask in the power of his love. Look at these sexy fucking pictures….

I am having all these computer problems….. its so fucking frustrating!!!! So to distract me, I will talk about my week!

Last Saturday was Dahlias party, awesome fucking time! Someone ( you know who you are!) has pictures that they’re hoarding…. that I am dying to see- seriously, between the whiskey, the nudity, the whipping, and strap-on sucking the pictures should be phenomenal. But to backtrack a minute- there was a time in the end of the evening, where a gorgeous Mistress shoved her big black strap-on down my throat and made me suck, and coddle the amazing dick. I have become a deep throat master- seriously!! I continually amaze myself at my ability to take cock- this is me purring…. purr…… .. yea baby, watch me purr while your big dick is down my throat. Fucking love it.

To read more about Dahlias deviant party, and to see some of the amazing and trashy-gorgeous pictures check out her blog-

http://dahliadomination.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-last-party.html

Speaking of dick sucking and all that greatness- last night I had the most amazing sex…. still tingling. Wild and crazy, like my beautiful life, our bodies meshed like the sea waves crashing against the giant rocks, white foam hitting the salty air, and passion…. hot and heated passion. I squirted, and squirted, like a body of water myself, just letting the ripples electrify my loins. Raw as fuck… handcuffs, belt around my waist, whips and extreme hardcore fucking. Awesome!

So as some may have noticed, there is some redesigning going on with the site- and so I want peoples feedback and comments and ideas and thoughts and love and riches and sperm and love and concerns and in all seriousness- what they want to see-

email me at msmorgana@morganamoon.com

or just leave comments here!!!

love and kisses xxx- Morgana