Sexy Porn Star, Morgana 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!

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

I am sitting here naked, drinking a water melon, apple, and cranberry smoothie, and eating some almonds….
trying to began the morning in a productive way. Freshly showered and trying to soothe my body. Between the added ink I got done last night, and the blisters from the World Naked Bike Ride, my skin is dying to be switched out for one that hasn’t been so readily abused.
The Bike ride was fantastic- I rolled up with the boys just before take-off, meaning we missed the Glitter Guts photobooth and some of the camaraderie of the pre-party, but whatever, I can resist the urge to be a camera whore for a minute and enjoy the close company of some of the sexiest people in this fantastic city of Chicago. One of our riders got hit by a car, and although I don’t know the intimate details- I want to say “fuck you” to the driver and “wake up” to all the other drivers out there. I understand accidents happen, but please, on behalf of all of us who ride our bikes everywhere- watch- look- listen-

speaking of biking, I need to go to skokie today, and would love to bike, but fuck man- I’ve got these nasty chafed sores on my ass- lol- so uncomfortable…. hopefully they’ll heal today and I can sit without pain. Granted the copious amounts of sex I have been happening haven’t helped the healing process… but fuck! At least I have La Roux La Roux , Colourless Color !!!!
Love love love love loving La Roux so much right now!

Going back to sex and bikes, I had the taste of something so sexy Saturday night as hundreds of people were gathered with their bikes, all naked or close to it, one of the guys I was with got on his knees as I leaned against my bike…. his mouth pressed against my sweet pussy. Only for a moment, before it got xxx rated and out of control- te he. But fuck me! What a hot moment- one I want so badly to continue. sigh!

On that note, I’m going to masturbate and focus my attention on progressing in the day.

love love love

xoxox- 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.

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

I got the most amazing tattoo last night. Everything about the experience was what I desire, and I couldn’t be happier. Tim from Nowhere Gallery is exactly what I want in an artist, talented, a little strange, a little perverted, gentle, and above all- he sings while making your flesh a work of art. I’m not going to pretend that by the end of our 4 1/2 hour session that I wasn’t in pain, because certain parts were so fucking raw that I can’t believe I paid him for it. But then I look at the beautiful poppies that now drape down my chest and shoulder and I am in love. I like pain, its true, I like it rough, and I can sit there and let my masochistic side come out, BUT only for so long.
I’ve been in a lot of tattoo shops, and maybe its because I am more comfortable with myself now and know what I want, but I find so many shops cold and hostile, where even the talent is minimal. So to come into a place where the atmosphere is so chill and the attitude is left at the door, where the electric guitar is leaning against the counter and I can bring my bike inside, where some sex-orientated man twice my age can touch my skin with ease and I am completely comfortable is fucking fabulous!
I’m wishing today was a little warmer, as I would love to go lay on the beach or in the park, but after my walk to the store I’m fairly content to sit inside and let the sunshine stream through. Onto the cat sitting in the window, onto the plants that grow larger every day, hitting the crystals that hang and throw rainbows onto my walls. Spring has officially sprung and its so fantastic, every day I am filled with just a bit more energy and eagerness to be outside breathing in the sweet Chicago air (ha). Although I’m being slightly sarcastic about that, I do love the way the city smells, one of my fave things to do is to bike down Clark st and just smell all the different things that expel themselves from the homes, the restaurants; the cheap perfumes, the cigarettes, the scent of soy sauce or fried chicken…. its so fleeting as it passes with the breeze, but also so inviting.
Anyway-
here is a little pic of the new tat, better ones will follow…. in fact the beauty of it is that every picture will now have it.
kisses-
xxx- Morgana

We all know how much I love sex and its toys, and being a single lady these days, the opportunity to masturbate frequents itself often. And so the other day when I received this toy, I was ecstatic, I know I have said this many many times before, but getting sex toys in the mail is seriously fucking awesome! Especially when they are free! I have the adult toy shoppe to thank for that
The Toy that came was The Love Vibe. It has 10 functions, all great, but slightly less powerful then what I normally prefer. Meaning that it takes a bit longer to get off, which isn’t always a bad thing, in fact that can be a very very good thing! note to self: don’t use this when you are in a hurry to get to work, but still need a quick orgasm. Use this toy when you have the time to lay around and play with all the functions and really feel the textures of the shaft.
Yes, the textures of the shaft… If I don’t see them, I love them. But when I look at it, I really don’t want to stick it inside myself. This is why… Its covered in hearts. Upraised red hearts. The red shaft is covered in red hearts with glitter on the inside of it. If Barbie had a vibrator, this would be it… although maybe it would be pink in her case. Regardless, for myself, I’m not a fan of its appearance.
With that said, I LOVE the way that it feels inside, between the many different vibrations and its thick shaft, it fills me up perfectly.
For the mermaid in all of us, its waterproof , which I have yet to try and am always a little hesitant to do, fear of electrocution I guess.
I needed a new vibrator, one that I’m eager to actually put inside of myself, and this has some attributes that I would change, but all in all, its pretty sweet! And I might just be in love with it! To order one go HERE

Love and Orgasmic kisses
Morgana

Even though my fantasy was that the internet man was going to be a hot young stud who not only hooked up my internet, but also drove his dick in me with animalistic force, alas he was not, and did not, but I am ecstatic to have my internet back up and running! Now there is no excuse for not getting more blogs written, and more pictures up— spring is here, my winter hibernation must end! Popping up like hard-ons all around me are the sings of spring- buds unfurling their tight lips into the spring skies. Ah awake! rebirth! love! life!
I did a photoshoot last week, so new pics should be up any day now- the shoot was fabulous! Not as raunchy as some, but still sexy and full of raw, dangerous beauty! I’m super excited to put them up and see what the response is- as they are completely different from the last pics that I put up
I also completed the new video montage – so hopefully I can get that up in the next couple days as well….
But back to my fantasy…. ah fuck me! I’m getting horny just thinking about it….. I love that scenario, as played out as it is, of the cable guy, plumber, mailman etc…. getting let in and fucking the shit out of me! Ah well…. fantasies are meant to entertain, not always be a reality I spose’.
But with all that said, I am going to wrap my arms around my computer and play play play (and maybe work a little) all day…….
xoxoxo- Morgana

Last night I went and saw ‘The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus’ and absolutely loved it! Its rare when a movie takes me to a place that is so out of my realm yet brings me to places that I’ve been. I so often live in my imagination and as a child was taught to delve into my psyche and passion and creativity- that it has become such a part of who I am. So to see a movie that brings this all to life in a darkly psychedelic yet beautiful way, not to mention a cast that is stunning- I mean Tom Waits as the devil- chain smoking and making deals with his throaty voice, a voice that husks like the onset of a thunderstorm dark and sensual. I would probably make a deal with him too!
I actually went and saw the movie by myself, which at first wasn’t by choice, but given that I’ve been spending so much time with my friends lately, that it was kind of nice to be on a date with oneself. One of my best friends is leaving for a few months, and as much as I am excited for her to take an adventure I am going to miss her so fucking much- you become so intertwined with the people in your life and then for them to suddenly be gone, its a such a – stop- a “wow- what the fuck do i do now?” But- thats what this beautiful life is- always swirling and changing- like the feathers on the floor, leftover from a crazy party where everyone wore colorful boas.
With love and kisses-
xoxox- Morgana