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 magesty. 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 warewolf….
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.

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

i should be sleeping, letting this weekend fade into my bones while my sweet cat curls up next to me in my bed in which i haven’t taken solace in in nights- but instead, i sip some wine, listen to my music and write….
i just watched ‘wonder boys’, and fuck me man… i love that movie. instead of putting me to sleep, it reminded me of how much i love to write- how i love the insanity- the crazy stories that ache to be written, the life that i live, that desires to be put down on paper (although that sounds much better then “typing” i suppose that’s really the truth these days).
and so- i describe these past few days of rock n roll, sex, laughter, love and party party party—-
Thursday was Devo at the congress theater, which was great, i will not lie and pretend to be some big Devo fan, but the chemistry between the band and the visuals were amazing. and my company, that changed throughout the night, couldn’t have been better.
Saturday i went to Lollapalooza and spent the afternoon in the sunshine with my favorite friends, the bands blurred, until Green Day, which for me was one of the best concerts i’ve ever been to. i remember being a little girl and listening to them in the barn of the flower farm at which i spent so much of my youth, making bouquets while sitting on a cement slab, the smell of freshly cut flowers and sound of adult chatter surrounding my small frame. or my mother being pregnant with my brother and the two of us in her room doing exercises together to the Dookie album. or my juvenile delinquent self rocking out in my car, speeding and singing along to any number of their songs. seriously, this band has been with me for most of my life, and to see them, to watch them rock the fuck out in the most humble and beautiful way, was overwhelmingly stunning. i might get grief for my love of them from some of the company i kept this weekend, but i know, in my heart that anyone who has ever been so enraptured in adoration of a band and the feeling of being amidst a crowd that is sharing that, it just doesn’t get any more phenomenal. its like every pore in my body was leaking with love, perhaps some of it was just sweat, but i am a slave to the hot, wet, sexiness that holds me in the summertime (or anytime). and so i thank them for that moment-
after an amazing breakfast and day time drinking on Sunday i saw Joan Jett at market days over on halsted, which was pretty fucking dope. again, so fucking hot, but once again, if you can’t dig that sensation of music, love, and communal fascination, then get the hell out man.
today was one of minor productivity ( i made homemade granola bars for breakfast for the week, went to the clinic to get some tests done, answered emails, did some dishes etc…) and lovely company- walking the comfortable streets of my city, and taking homage in this steamy summer day.
my body aches; i have bruises on my legs, a piece of unmovable glass in my foot, painful nipples, no money in my wallet, and i know that i should be resting…. somehow i don’t have the desire to. perhaps i just need to masturbate to mellow me the fuck out.
so lovers-
i bid you adieu and ask the night breezes to whirl me away into dreamland, which of late has taken me to very interesting places….
xxx
Morgana

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!

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

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 haven’t been inspired lately to do anything as far as new content goes… but I’m hoping that with the onset of warmth my body will ache to be photographed and someone will call to me for a video project. But with that said, I’ve been sort of content to just be – - -

I borrowed my buddies hard drive last night, and now I sit, copying all of his music- and oh the joy- of being overloaded with free songs! Leonard Cohen, Queens of the Stone Age, Muse, Ministry, Rolling Stones, Lil Wayne, Wu- Tang Clan and sooooooooo many more. Its making the dreary Monday of chores and bills oh so much more exciting! I’ve also recently gotten a roommate- My closest female friend is staying with me, for however long she chooses- maybe a week, maybe a few months, and I embrace every second of it. Granted, after living alone- having someone in the normally empty space is a bit strange- but I’ve missed this girl so very much while she was away on her travels, that having her back is beyond phenomenal.
My brother in law and friend are staying with me for the next two days as well… this little apartment is going to be packed to the brim with fabulousness! I plan on taking him out with us tonight for our usual Monday night rager- because, as well all know, its the best night to party!- and obviously I don’t drink nearly enough these days! lol… oh if only that were the case. But I’ve been reading a ton of Chelsea Handler lately, and she is a lush and lives a famous and fabulous sort of life style, one that deems a bit of respect, and not just a paparazzi shot. And I’ve decided that we’re soul sisters of a sort- as I’ve been becoming a huge fan.
I was fucking this guy earlier this week, hung out a few times, enjoyed each others company… texts throughout the day- he seemed very eager from the get go- and I reciprocated but with perhaps a less desperate feel, but was looking forward to the idea of taking a lover (not a boyfriend, mind you, a lover). Well as of Thursday the fucker stops returning texts, and I ask myself… why? I don’t give a shit if I ever see the poor bastard again, but DO NOT JUST STOP TALKING!!!! I have to tell people all the time that I no longer want to see them, talk to them, want to fuck them- whatever, but I do that with respect for the person in part, but also because I don’t want texts/phone calls that question my desires for the so mentioned person. I just don’t fucking get it, as to why the conversation just ends. I’m hoping he died.
anyway- on that note, I’m finishing my glass of wine and getting my laundry and perhaps masturbating….
xoxox
Morgana

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!

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