Another week has gone by, and it's that wonderful Horny Hump Day time again!
This week, for my selection, I've gone for something a little different, and a little closer to home. (Write from what you know, right!) I've chosen three sentences from my WIP, Jenna and the G-Man (although that working title is changing for the final product!)
By the time of this snippet, our hot and horny weather girl has been through a few emotionally transforming experiences, and is now upping the ante in her search for psycho-sexual satisfaction!. And what could be more experiential than a little date with a cat-o-nine-tails?!
Here we find our intrepid heroine hung up like a side of beef, assimilating a little pain-time with her whiplord gigolo!
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Having
understood her tormentor’s sense of keeping the lashes balanced, she knew that
the next set of lashes would wrap themselves around the top of her left thigh
and target the exposed edges of her cunt, and she smiled inwardly as her
prediction came true, her body jerking in response, the stings radiating
upward into the core of her flesh.Then
the lashes came frequent and fast – across her breasts to bite into the
sensitive skin of her armpits, around the back of her legs to sting around her
anus, across her back to wrap around and score her breasts and nipples, then down again between
her legs to harry her most sensitive flesh!Always balanced, always meticulously placed to induce the most amount of
pain with the least amount of power – but then, it doesn’t take a lot of power
to make the cat-o-nine tails speak!
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It's so hard to select just three sentences from a scene of nearly 4000 words! I hope these are as stimulating for you to read as they were for me to write! Please leave a comment below to let me know what you thought of my selection, and don't forget to visit the other blogs at our Horny Hump Day hop!
Before I go - I'd just like to wish our fellow mistress of hot BDSM erotica, Jenna Jaxon, a wonderful birthday tomorrow! Have a great one, honey!
(For some reason, my FB thought it was today, so you'll be getting an odd message from me over there! LOL)
Hello there, y'all, and welcome to the first Horny Hump Day of April!
Today I've selected three delectable sentences from Dining Out Tonight, one of my early stories published on Every Night Erotica. This little episode finds a young barman bringing some sweet delight to a hot cougar of a barmaid, who has invited him back to her home for "a nightcap!"
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She sighed as he lowered her back onto the table, her thighs falling apart to expose her hot, wanton yoni to his impassioned gaze. She had a small, high Mound of Venus, covered in well-manicured, deep rust-red hair. The skin of her mons and outer labia was as pale as her legs, but tinged with pink at the edges, where her bright pink inner labia protruded, glistening with the glow of her arousal.
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Tell me that's not delicious! If you like that, check out the full story at the link above, and don't forget to visit the rest of the Horny Hump Day blog sites listed below.
This is a reload of the Guest Blog I did for Kharisma Rhayne's Red Lipstick Journals blog on Monday, March 5, 2012. I hope you enjoy!
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“If music be the food
of love, play on!”
Writing erotic tales is really a lot of fun, and, you would
think, relatively easy to do.But the
fact is, writing good erotica takes both a lot of effort and a lot of
inspiration.Effort is needed in the
development of good characters and plots – even short erotic tales need these
to raise them above the level of pornography that they are often accused of being.Inspiration is required to keep the
stories fresh and different, finding new scenes and characters, and avoiding
the sameness that spoils so many offerings of all genres.For me, much of this inspiration comes from a
lot of the music I have both grown up with, and that which I listen to today.
Rock and pop music today is littered with the profanity and
sexual content that is the hallmark of music today.Growing up in the 1980’s, I had to listen to
a lot of the music my parents played from the late 60’s and early ‘70’s, when
the sexual content was much more subtle and, consequently, much more
erotic.For instance, one of the
favourite groups of the early ‘70’s was “T. Rex”, lead by the bopping elf, Marc
Bolan.Much of T.Rex’s music is littered
with hot, sexual suggestions and statements –
“Ooh, lady, I love your chest,
oh, baby I’m crazy about your breasts, woman!”(Raw Ramp)
“Oh, dreamy lady, won’t you come to my bed?Night is the right time to get acquainted
with my head, in my bed!”(Dreamy Lady)
“Oh girl I’m just a vampire for your love, and I’m gonna suck ya!”
(Jeepster)
And the list goes on – drop
me a line if you’d like to know more! ;-)
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Raw Ramp by T. Rex
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Maybe the raunch started with groups like The Rolling
Stones, with dear old Mick enjoying his “Brown Sugar – how come you taste so
good?Brown Sugar, just like a black
girl should!”But there was certainly a
big shift at that time from the sweet love and peace songs of the mid-to-late
60’sto an edgier content, and that
caught my imagination as I grew up, sowing the seeds of what would eventually
become a strong sense of the erotic.This was tuned and refined through impressions gained from listening to
a lot of New Age music – Enya, Enigma, Mike Oldfield – which fed the visions in
my mind while providing me with stimulation of the soul that fed the
stimulation of the body that is the marriage that makes erotica more than
pornography.Music was the channel that
focussed and fed the emotion behind the scenes – a channel that, for the
reader, is sadly lost when reading the written word.
As a prime example of how music inspires me, I have included
below a passage from a fantasy novel I have been working on for some years,
called “The Pentateuch”.This is the
story of Powell, a young man with mysterious powers who believes himself to
have been orphaned many years prior to this event.For the last 8 years he has lived in a hidden
enclave, being educated by a prolific group of intelligentsia from a number of
races.During that time, he has grown up
and shared his life with Mika, a young woman of a sylvan forest race, with whom
he has fallen deeply in love, unaware that she feels the same way about him.Mika is the daughter of a sorcerer king and,
as such, has wealth and power far more than Powell knows.The scene below is where she finally makes it
truly plain to Powell how she feels about him, whatever the consequences!
This scene was always part of Powell and Mika’s tale, but it
only became an erotic scene when I first heard a piece of New Age music called
“Season of Growth”, by Marilyn Rife and Alice Gomez.This wonderful modern North American Native
piece fit perfectly with the scene that then developed into that below, totally
changing the style and emphasis of the piece, and my entire outlook on the
book.The more I listened to the music,
the more the erotic content of the piece developed, and, just like that, Ashen
White became an author of erotica!I
loaded this tune up onto YouTube, so you can read the excerpt and listen to the
music at the same time.If the music
ends before you finish reading, just hit Replay!
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Season of Growth by Marilyn Rife and Alice Gomez
An excerpt from Book 2 of “The Pentateuch” by Ashen White
The glow of the full Summer moon lit the pathway as Mika
slowly stepped down into the secluded privacy of her garden, the cool blades of
grass tenderly tickling her toes.At the
far end of the lawn, his back to her, broad and muscular, his shadow long and
distorted from the rays of moonlight, Powell stood staring up at the silver
globe, unaware of her approach.The dim
chirrup of crickets and the low calling of birds on the lake drifted away as
she stepped over to where he stood, her long dress swirling about her nakedness
as she moved, anticipation and desire growing inside her.Her chest tightened as she neared him, and
her sudden intake of breath caused him to turn around.
Abruptly, she felt almost naked in his gaze, but the look of
admiration and passion flaring in his eyes told her all she needed to
know.His lips opened, smiling and
aroused, and she watched him swallow hard as her perfume and body scents
drifted across the evening air to his face.Then they were next to each other, her hair flowing in the gentle
breeze, his eyes devouring her nearness, her rising breasts, the pale flush of
her cheeks.
“Mika,” he sighed, awe-struck by the vision before him.“You look bea…”Her finger stayed his lips before he could
say any more.
“Tonight,” she said, “is for the silence of the forest and
the vision of the moon.”She took his
hand in hers and gently held it to her cheek, feeling the blood pulse in its
veins, feeling its warmth on her skin.He ran his fingers along her cheek to stroke her neck, and her long,
flowing hair.Cupping the back of her
head in his palm, he gently drew her lips to his, while she playfully resisted,
and then succumbed to his gentle force.His lips were soft and warm and firm, just as she had always hoped they
would be, and her body trembled as his tongue sampled hers.The sweetness of the mead he had been
drinking, warm on his breath, flavoured his mouth as, deeper and stronger their
mouths combined in passion.The heat
from her tingling lips spread warmth through her body, and she felt herself
molding into him.
Pulling back, she surprised him, questions filling his eyes
as she smiled playfully at him.Slowly
she lifted his hand and placed it on the cord at her neck, willing him to pull.Powell needed little urging and, as the cord
came away in his hand, the neck of the dress opened wide, and the flimsy cover
fell to the lawn.Mika shivered slightly
as the evening breeze washed over her naked body, rippling through the hair at
her loins and rubbing gently at her hardening nipples.She saw the look of wonder in Powell’s eyes,
that flamed into desire as he came forward to embrace her.Her body shook as their mouths met again, but
this time her hand busied themselves in loosening his tunic and pants, which he
flung away in impatience as his passions ruled his mind.
She looked over his nakedness for the first time, seeing the
muscles ripple on his chest and arms, the definition in his stomach, and,
dropping her eyes, the growing hardness of his manhood.Then they were entwined, his warmth covering
her, his arms enfolding her, his hardness pressing hotly against her, heating
her within, making her wet with need.Gently
he lowered her to the lawn, then lay beside her, kissing her deeply, as his
fingers ran the length of her body.She
moaned gently as his hand came to rest on her breast, rubbing her nipple
gently, sending fire radiating into her.Instinctively she reached out to grasp his pliant hardness, as his mouth
covered her other breast, adding fury to the ministrations from his other
hand.Moments passed in a blaze of
radiance as he slowly worked his way down her body, kissing and nibbling and
teasing her sensitivity.Her back arched
as his fingers ran gently across the moist lips of her yoni then down to circle
the sensitive skin between the wetness of her sex and her rear orifice.
Suddenly, his weight beside her was gone, and she opened her
eyes in surprise!At that moment she
felt his hands gently part her thighs, opening her up to his gaze, her wetness
flowing free.She sighed as his face
came close to her wanting sex, his breath warm on her lips, and quivered as the
warm, moist strength of his tongue delved within, tasting her need.Her fingers twined into his hair, holding him
against her as he circled the hard nub of her clitoris and sucked her labia
into his mouth, again and again.A flame
grew within her she had never felt so strongly before, rushing through her body
and limbs with a voraciousness she never knew was possible, knotting her
muscles and tightening her breasts and throat.In the distance, she could hear someone calling out, then realised it
was her, in the throes of orgasm, as Powell sucked her to oblivion.
And that’s just the start of a really special night for both
of them.Of course, there’s always
consequences to these tales, and the rest of the second volume of The
Pentateuch revolves mainly around those consequences. I hope you enjoyed reading and listening to
this excerpt as much as I did writing it.
My thanks to Kharisma for sharing her blog with me, and
allowing me to bring a little of my work and wonder to you.
This week, I've selected three sweet sentences from my WIP Jenna and the G-Man (sorry, Jenna J - I was using that name before we met, hon! :) This is a novel about a TV personality who is approaching her *Big 4-0h*, and who is feeling a little lost in the melee of life with two demanding teenagers and a seemingly disinterested hubby! At this point in the tale, two of her closest friends - who both, coincidentally, happen to be lesbians - have suggested that, in order to free herself from her pent-up sexual frustrations, Jenna enlist the services of a gigolo!
This little snippet occurs just as Jenna, lying in bed, next to her snoring husband, Zach, is contemplating whether or not she will follow her friends' advice! The daring idea has her quite turned on and ready to go...
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“Hey, hon,” she said quietly, looking across at Zach’s
recumbent, snoring form,“wanna make me
come?”She waited a few moments for him
to reply, but heard only his rumbling snorts.“Thought not, so I guess I'll just have to do that myself,” she sighed, her
fingers slipping under the edge of her panties and dipping into the succulent
wetness of her wanting yoni, her body arching into the pressure of her fingertips in response.
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Ah, yes! And that leads to a whole lot of interesting fun for our erstwhile TV news anchor!
Please leave a comment below if you like what you read, and don't forget to visit the other Horny Hump Day sites listed below, and sign up for next week's list of snippets!
After all the wonderful comments from last week's little snippet, I have chosen to continue the girl-on-girl theme (now there's a surprise!) with three steamy sentences from my short story On Meeting Sarah Masters, which was posted on theEvery Night Erotica website last year. This is one is even hotter than last week's offering, and takes place on what was supposed to be a quiet lunchtime rendezvous!
Here, our nameless heroine, has commandeered the beautiful and delicious Sarah, the appointment of some non-entity from the I.T. department, and taken her back to her office, because she just cannot resist Sarah's wonderful charms. The fun begins as soon as the office door is locked...
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Gathering my scattered wits, I ran my hands around her trim waist, pulling her blouse out of her skirt so that I could rake my fingers over her bare, silken skin. She writhed sensually as I stroked her sensitivity, her hands loosening the buttons of my blouse and lifting up my bra, letting my heavy breasts fall into her ravaging grasp. We moaned in unison as she pulled mercilessly at the hardened nubs of my nipples, tweaking them and twisting them, driving shards of electric energy radiating into the heart of my already sopping cunt.
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And that's just the start of what turns out to be a very special lunchtime for both of them - and for us erstwhile voyeurs! ;)
Looking forward to next week already, but, if you need more sultry snippets, simply follow the links below. Until next week - have a wonderfully Horny Hump Day, and a very special weekend!
Hi there, y'all! I hope you have all had a wonderful week so far, so let's make it a little steamy!!!
My HHD post this week is taken fromWhat Renzo Didn't See, which is the follow up toWhat Renzo Sees Next, both of which are published on Every Night Erotica. In this little tale, Kelly and Shari have taken the action indoors, where poor ol' Renzo doesn't get to see the hot stuff they get up to! At the point of this snippet, the two girls are taking a shower to clean off the sun tan lotion and rain from a sudden thunderstorm! Kelly is narrating...
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She leant over and pulled me into the hot streams of water, turning me slowly round until I was soaked all over. Reaching out, she picked up a bottle of body wash and squirted a generous helping onto a scrunchy, then pulled me closer and started to slowly lather my shoulders and arms, gradually working round to my breasts, where she concentrated her activity for a few moments. Another squirt of bodywash, and she was soaping up my tattooed naval, then, kneeling down, she gently worked the scrunchy between my parted thighs, using her deft fingers to wash my labia and tingling clit, her touches sending shivers of arousal through my aching body.
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Oooh, baby!! Is that hot or what?!! And there's always more hot snippets at Horny Hump Day, so come over and join us!
Welcome to my HHD post for March 7, 2012. My selection this week is from my short storyGlass Floor Benefits, published on Every Night Erotica way back in June 2010!! This is the story of Helen Coats, an up-and-coming account executive, and her seduction of the office rookie, who turns the tables (or desk!) on her and develops something special between them! At this point of the tales, Sam has hidden himself under Helen's desk, and surprised her with his naughty intentions!
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She lay back
in the chair, riding her ass forward on the seat, and he pulled her closer to
him, rubbing the inside of her thighs with his warm, soft palms, stroking her
up to the edge of her panties.She
moaned quietly as he ran a finger across the damp cotton covering her hot, wet
pussy.Then he slipped his hands up the
inside of her skirt and slowly pulled her panties down, dropping them on the
floor next to her discarded shoes.
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This is SO much fun. I hope you are enjoying these little snippets as much as I am - delecting a few choice sentences for your delectation! Don't forget to check out the rest of the snippets at theHorny Hump Day website, and let's have fun!
On this, the lastHorny Hump Day of February, I offer three sweet sentences from one of my current WIP's. This tale is tentatively titled "Demon Heat", although, as an extract from a much larger series of fantasy novels I am working on, the final title of this *Chapter* will probably be something very different.
Background:
The Queen of Kodaw is reputed to be a powerful witch, who has kept her throne through some mysterious - maybe evil - force. A group of southern tribesmen have infiltrated her perilous Keep, and their leader - someone else of mysterious origin - has been captured alone in the Queen's boudoir, and, disarmed, stripped naked, and chained to the wall, awaits his fate - or the Queen's pleasure!
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She walked up to him and, watching the emotions
crossing his face, took his manhood in her hand, feeling its pliant warmth, and
laughed mockingly as it started to harden in her grip.She played with him for a few moments more,
bringing him fully erect, passion and need burning in his eyes, then she leant
forward, her mouth close to his, almost kissing him, her scented breath warm on
his lips.
“Just like a man,” she
sneered, her grip dropping to squeeze his tightened scrotum hard, then rake along it with her
long, sharp, painted nails.
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OK, any guys reading this - you can stop squirming now! :)
Don't forget to check out the rest of the Horny Hump Day postings, and come on back next week for a whole lot more hot, three-sentence sexiness!
My little snippet last week sparked quite a bit of interest, especially in my close friend Kelly - and she is both very thrilled, and very turned on by the feedback! So here's three sentences from one of her earlier adventures - What Renzo Sees - as posted on theEvery Night Erotica website.
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I stretch my long, slender arms languorously over my head, lifting up my small, pert breasts and tightening the muscles of my abdomen, aware that, through one tiny knothole in the otherwise unbreached fence, and through the one small gap between the Emerald Cedar trees that provide us with dense cover, Renzo, our small, elderly, Italian neighbour, is squinting against the brilliant rays of the Sun, his beady eye a dark spot in the pale wooden wall that shrouds us. He is unaware that we know he watches us through his secret little hole, or that, from time to time, the sultry Summer air carries the grunts of his heavy breathing across the lawn and into our secluded nest, but the knowledge of his stolen glances adds an air of rebellious naughtiness to our activities, daring us to act out scenes for his secret pleasure.
With a quick, deft movement, I remove the small, pink bikini top, letting the hot Summer breeze wash over my waiting nipples, that harden and rise at the wind’s caress, rippling down through the undulating fine pale hair of my flat, muscular abs.
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If you like that, you can read more snippets at the Horny Hump Day website, and more of Kelly's adventures at What Renzo Sees Next and What Renzo Didn't See. Don't forget to rate my stories, and please leave a comment or two, because I love feedback!
And - if you feel like writing your own erotic masterpieces, Every Night Erotica is always looking for new authors who would like to have their shorts showcased. A new, 2000 words or less, story is posted every night!
So, the day after St. Valentine's Day, here's three sentences from a real-life experience!
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As Kelly carefully worked her way through the knees to the empty seat, the train suddenly lurched, and the only way she could prevent herself from falling over resulted in her hand grasping the impressive bulge in the crotch of the surprised guy she had been squeezing past! Instinctively, her fingers lingered longer than was really necessary, savouring the sensation, arousing her inner warmth. Slowly she sat down in the empty seat, removed her shoe, and pressed her foot gently but firmly against the warm hardness of his obvious desire!
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Hope that whet's your appetite for more, because there's plenty at the Horny Hump Day website! Enjoy!
Here's a little three sentence snippet from my story That's What Sisters Are For!, which is a sequence from my novel Parallel Lives.
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“Look at that,” she
sighed, “so fuckin’ purple and hot!”I
faked a moan, and squirmed a little on the bed, taking the opportunity to pump
my prick a little harder, inflating the head even bigger.Julie’s hand maintained its grip, her thin
fingers long and strong, and all three women “Mmm’d” as I gyrated before their eyes.
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Hope that whet's your appetite for more, because there's plenty at the Horny Hump Day website! Enjoy!
My two favourite subjects! And what would be more pleasurable that being able to combine the two of them in one blog posting?
Well - that's exactly what a Yule gift from my SO enables me to do! That delicious minx bought me The Decameron Tarot, and - Oh My! It's a delight to behold! (And to hold, too! ;-o)
The Decameron is a 14th century Italian book of 100 stories, collected and published by Giovanni Boccaccio. While the main intent of the stories is to discredit the very corrupt Roman Catholic church, the collection contains a large number of baudy tales that makes the book a favourite source for modern eroticists and writers of all genres. The work is often cited as an excellent expose of life in Italy during the 14th century.
Using a writing device similar to that of the Arabian Nights, the 100 stories were told over a period of 14 days by ten young people who had fled from plague-ridden Florence to an empty villa in Fiesole. There, in order to pass the time, each person tells a tale on a specified subject, on ten days during the 2-week sojourn. Boccaccio also ties the work back to the Arthurian legend around the affair between Lancelot and Guinevere. Prince Galehaut - the alternative title that Boccaccio had for the book - was one of the evil opponents of King Arthur. He arranged the tryst between Lancelot and Guinevere that lead to their first kiss and subsequent affair.
Taking the book as a basis for her imagery, Giacinto Gaudenzi has produced a collection of voluptuous, erotic imagery, loosely tied - I have to say - to the the meanings and symbology of Tarot - to illustrate her cards. Her and Luciano Spadanuda, an erotica devotee, have developed their own interpretations of the cards to tie in with the imagery, and the result is a wonderful romp through scene after scene of characters indulging in the finer arts of passion and lust! While some conotations to Tarot symbology are kept, in the main the imagery represents the characters and plots in Boccaccio's stories, many in the most salubrious and compromising positions! It has to be said that a lot of the images are not very flattering to the human form, tending to show folk far from the perfect physique - but that makes them all the more human!
Two of the Aces - Swords and Wands - are very appealing to me in their imagery. The Ace of Wands shows a very curvacious beauty caressing a phenomenal Wand, formed from a long trunk of a phallus-shaped tree! This is a direct homage to Sexuality in its purest form, with the underlying message that size really does matter - the bigger the better! And she has such a beautiful posterior, too!
The Ace of Swords shows what appears to be the same voluptuous woman, this time lying on a bed a dn looking rather alarmed as the giant sword pierces the sheet between her legs. Her exposed vulva is red, as if from over-use. The symbology of this card ties very closely to that of the Fenestra 10 of Swords - my avatar and the background to this blog. The beauty of the woman is counterpoised by the threat inherent in the positioning of the sword, and the sword itself symbolizes a male dominance that may not always be welcome, but which speaks of both power and passion.
The Queen and King of Cups are also two very interesting cards. The former shows the two protagonists in classic 69 pose, the Queen holding onto the King's nicely-sized erection, while he strains his tongue upward, seeking her awaiting yoni. She is leering back toward the King's head, her tongue licking her lips, while a chalice of red wine balances precariously on her raised rump, sloshing its contents overboard. This is a card of frolicsome fun, and the couple seem to be enjoying themselves very much!
The card of the King of Cups is a continuation of the scene in the Queen card, but now the couple are in a more normal, almost "missionary" position, with the King standing as he impales the Queen. The Queen, however, does not seem to be enjoying herself as much as she could be, because that naughty King, in his passion, is squeezing her breasts quite fiercely - an action she is obviously not enjoying as much as he might have expected! He needs to learn women's breasts are not meant for that kind of treatment, if he intends to keep enjoying his conubial activities!
As usual, I always like to study the Star card in all of my Tarot decks. The one in the Decameron Tarot is a very mischievious version which tickles my imagination so sweetly. Here we see the woman who is the Star, with her Seven Sisters still in tow, perched in a tree, while the object of her naughtiness lies fatigued on the ground below. The root of the wicked grin on the face of the Star is derived from the fact she is urinating into the mug of the poor unfortunate lying prone beneath her. Who knows what his experience will be when he eventually sups from his adulterated drink - for all we know, her urine might be the Nectar of the Gods - but somehow the grin on her face tells me that, just perhaps, it isn't!
Other cards worth honourable mentions are Justice (my SO says that it's me posing again!), The Wheel of Fortune - a theme which is rampant throughout the Decameron itself - and the grotesque High Priestess, with her phallus necklace and painted nails, although there are many beautiful scenes in this prime example of Tarotica!
Tarot and Sex! So delicious on their own - and doubly so together!
WOW!
It's been so long.
I had so many plans for the last 3 months of 2011, and then the losses hit in - and I am so glad that we are now in 2012! I cannot say the last few months have been a very pleasant experience - even with Yule festivities thrown in!
So much went by the wayside during that time - so many plans and projects that have been delayed! SAD! SAD! SAD!
But - not being one to dwell much on spilt milk, it's time to get back on track, and to get back to entertaining you all - because that's what I love to do!
So - on with the stories and the tales of Tarot! Back to the lust and the passion, fire and the horror!
As my old friend Pinhead said - "We have such sights to show you!"
Oh - and by the way - did I mention - I'm back!
Let's scream - in orgasm or horror - or BOTH!
