Sexy Porn Star, Morgana Moon

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!!

So we got back from Florida on monday, and as amazing as our long weekend was, I wish it were still rockin’ on…..

The entire trip was one party, starting at a layover in the Orlando airport where we ( I mean it WAS my birthday!!!) did shots of tequila and drank beer while we waited for the next plane to take us into Miami. The clothing optional, swinging Hotel that we stayed in was nice enough to send someone to pick us up once we arrived in the sexy lush city that is Miami, and he took us to our hotel in Hollywood, the hotel was such a trip (and I mean trip as in crazy time, not a long distance), and was a constant source of amusement and lust for the entire weekend.  We were by far the youngest couple there, but that didn’t stop much flirtation and eager eyes, not to mention a sensual massage from the aforementioned driver who apparently does nothing but live in this wonderland of sex and sunsets. The hotel had a rooftop pool, a sauna,  a sex swing and multiple playrooms that had nonstop porn playing and heart shaped red leather beds, the doors in these rooms I have to say were never allowed to be shut and everyone played either the voyeur or the exhibitionist, and more often than not, both.  Oh and I can’t forget the multiple bars…. Yeah it was pretty much the happiest place on earth.  The nude beach was a quick cab ride away and we laid in the sun for two days straight, leaving only when the rain began to fall and our skin began to blister. Never before have I felt such a connection with the Ocean, making love to her waves, tasting her salt,  being lifted up and offered to the sky.  mmmmmmmm………. amazing. 

On Saturday we went to South Beach, and watched the hip-hop flood the streets; breasts spilling out of tiny brightly colored swimsuits, stilettos and pimped out cars, booty quaking and all the works- and we didn’t even go to any clubs! We did not see David Caruso, or any of the CSI cast, which we were kinda bummed about, and even though we had a few malfunctions ( crazy cabbies, flight delays, a suitcase that was bumped to that following flight home) that trip was fucking perfect. 

Here are some pictures-

enjoy and love

xoxoxo- Morgana

Saturday was our big move day and although we had minimal help and we didn’t think out tired limps could carry one more fucking box- we did it…  oh shit we did it! Our biggest obstacle was probably the Uhaul, as David couldn’t maneuver  the beast for the life of him. So I apologize to the car and fence and all the other drivers that we dinged or pissed off while moving! We opted to leave our couch as getting it through our new kitchen would have been a nightmare, besides the couch was a sperm encrusted ashtray anyway and its time for a new start, though after i made a makeshift pillow and blanket love nest on the floor last night,  using boxes and awesome scout skills (not that I was ever a scout but I am extremely crafty), I regretted our choice to leave the disgustingly beautiful couch just a bit.

This apartment is phenomenal and as i type i am flooded with sunshine from the mid morning beams, the beams of light that both me and all my plants need to survive. Conveniently the bedroom where David still sleeps is so far away from the living room that I can listen to my answer bitch podcast (at a reasonable volume:) and he can’t hear it at all… just lovely!

So given that we moved absolutely no food I need to do some grocery shopping today, and once I dress myself I must do that, given that the store is no longer across the alley I can no longer go in my underwear just yet… though once I’m a little more comfortable in our new surroundings I am sure that all the locals will know me as the one who wears little clothes! 

So, with all that said, have a beautiful fucking day, and if possible, include some beautiful fucking in it and I will do the same.

xoxoxoxox- Morgana

Holy shit, tis the new fuckin’ year! wild… 

Our day was supposed to be filled with apartment hunting and a festive breakfast… Alas, David still sleeps. I would wake him but last night was the first night in over a week that we actually slept in our bed. Going home for the holidays is always a bit of a trying experience, especially for the person whose family its not, and so I will let him sleep and perhaps procrastinate our plans for the sake of ones mental health. 

We rang in the new year at a friends house, holding our bottles of champagne all the while listening to the promises and reservations that will undoubtedly not last through march. Nothing brings people together like a bare naked ass with 2009 scrawled on it or the signature back porch where the smokers congregate and huddle in their slinky little dresses. 

As I mentioned previously we are looking for a new apartment, our lifestyle has proved to be too much for our neighbors, they are disgusted and appalled by our decision to not follow norms or live quietly. To be adults in nature and entertain at our will. To have loud sex and abstain from children. To shoot sex scenes in our kitchen and play the music at – well- maybe a bit more than a reasonable volume. So we’re moving… because February is such an awesome time to move yeah right… although, I’m looking forward to it… new scene, new surroundings, packing, unpacking, decorating… etc… 

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This song that I inserted is called Red Dress by Tv On The Radio- awesome fuckin’ song…. I’m so into this band right now… they’re the perfect band for the times…

I can’t lie, its good to be home…

Happy New Year everyone… 

blessings and love xoxoxo- Morgana