“Why, yes, Señor Bardem, I would love to tango. Thank you.”

Actually, my answer to any question from this man would be yes.

I’m such a sucker for a Spanish man in a suit. Damn, I thought I was over that.

Friday Flasher: Lick

I watch while, with each long lick, his closed eyes flutter and his long lashes become wet with thankful tears.

I watch while the taut muscles of his neck struggle to reach, how he opens his mouth and uses his shoulders to push himself toward his own taking of this sacrament.

I watch the innocent cock that hangs down beneath his bound and kneeling form become achingly full with its need to release, its trembling longing to be of use.

I watch in rapt adoration while the dirt of the street that he takes into his mouth, onto his tongue, transforms before my eyes into something so clean, so holy that only a man such as mine could be worthy of it.

I watch while, in his servitude, he becomes not humiliated or unmanned, but set free, lifted far beyond the gritty filth of this man’s world he so lovingly cleans from my shoes.

Image: Morguefile

Until October’s wane

I’ve long had an obsession with the tale of True Thomas and the Fairy Queen, elements of which are also found in stories such as Thomas the Rhymer and Tam Lin.

This story, in whatever form it’s told, contains a whole collection of worlds for me. It’s one of those proto-stories that has informed my entire life, captured me in the way that some stories can. And as such, it will not let me be until I claim it… or let it claim me. When it comes to stories such as these, one can never be quite sure which is which.

For a long time, I’ve been working in fits and starts on writing my own version of this story. Or perhaps this story, in fits and starts, has been working on living a version of me. Again, one can never be quite sure. Either way, my efforts have always ended up leading me down wandering pathways, none of which have brought me to a tale I could actually form with words.

But, this Fall, seven years will have come and gone since I first put a tentative draft to paper. And now, my time of meandering mutely through the strange halls of this story is over. It’s time for me to finally pay my tithe to this tale. And methinks a dark night in late October might just be the perfect time to make the offering.

So, for those of you who think you might enjoy a scary erotic tale of other selves who live in worlds which spiral around and through this one, well… it’s coming. But you must wait until the veil thins a bit more.

However, because I’m not a completely cruel tease, I offer this little mood-setter of a song to tuck away in your mind for now. And if you’re a real glutton for spooky-ish fae sorts of things, you’ll take my advice to listen to it at night, with eyes closed, inside the privacy of a good set of headphones.

But when you do, know that you won’t be alone.

Thomas, The Fairy Queen and I… we’ll all be there with you… foreshadows of voices you already know, moving through the dark forest of sounds in your head.

Until October’s wane then, my pretties…

Song: Tam Lin by The Mediaeval Baebes
Image: Out of the Dark by Mosredna at Deviant Art

This site is now entering the tweak zone

You may have begun noticing some object displacement going on here. There are three probable reasons for this:

1) I’m practicing with my new magic wand and I just haven’t gotten the hang of it yet,

2) You’ve taken the red pill and there’s a glitch in the matrix, or

3) I’m starting to make changes in content and arrangement of template elements in preparation for installing the new design.

In any case, the real abracadabra presto-chango action is scheduled for the Full Moon, September 15th.

See you then…

[there is no spoon]

The Moon’s in Scorpio, again

forever more than one, I am
a priestess in between
captured in a remnant of my own

innocence

a light through the window, I am
a dancer in the dark
an invitation

engraved

with a ghost of a chance

When the Moon’s in Scorpio, I often howl at it.

Image: The Sin, Franz von Stuck.

Serpentine

I’m in a sidewinding phase, obviously.

I should have just let this post stand as it was. But, oh well… at least I got in a good rant about Blogger .

I’ll be back here in mid-September sporting a new skin. Yes, that’s here , as in, still at this same self-hosted site. I know, I know what you’re saying right now: make up your mind already, Elizavetta.

But I am! I make it up as I go along *wink*

In the meantime, remember when I was talking about getting my dance mojo back ? Well, here’s a little peek at the kind of stuff I’ve been learning lately (minus the death-defying back bends):

Rachel Brice, the Serpentine Queen

And yet another bend in the road

I’m considering some other changes to what I’m doing here, and those changes might actually have something to do with where this site ends up. Or maybe not. So… as elise said, hang with me just a bit longer while I figure this out.

Packing up the last boxes

So, it’s on to wordpress.com

And good news for you, Tom : the import went like buttah! It took 20 seconds. Expect your badge tomorrow

Oh Blogspotty honey, why do you insist on making me hate you when all I want to do is love you?

Ok, so the move over to Blogger is making me want to puke not working out quite as I thought it would.

Go ahead, laugh… tell me you told me so, etc. But if you’re gonna do it, do it now and just get it over with, dammit please.

Actually, despite the fact that there is no such thing as any kind of easy importing from WP to Blogger, it was all going pretty well a post at a freakin’ time! until Blogger decided to have problems with image loading, template issues, and a million a lot a few other things just as I was changing things over.

And I haven’t even arrived at the domain mapping funhouse fiasco process yet.

But it’s nothing I can’t scream about throw a hissy fit over manage, so — big deep breath — it’s back over to the Booger Blogger boxing ring drawing board for me. Or, hmm… perhaps you’ll see me over on stingy tie-your-hands wordpress.com yet.

Nah . Nope . Never say never.

So, was that there enough strikethroughs for ya, huh? Because given the current mood I’m in, I could surely throw in a handful a bucketful a fucking shitload more!

‘Scuse me Egon? You said crossing the streams was bad!

I know it’s not autumn yet, but I’ve pretty much decided what I want to do with this site.

First, I’m moving it back over to Blogger.

I know, I know… why would I want to move back to Blogger from a self-hosted Word Press site? Answer: Blogger is easy. Fucking easy. And I want fucking easy right now.

Also, while I’m in the process of moving the site, I’ll be doing some ghostbusting housecleaning… meaning that most of my processing, blogging-type posts will disappear.

Blogging on this site was good for me in many ways, and I hope you all got something out of my blabbing on about stuff here, too. But it’s just time for this site to go back to what it originally was: just erotica. The thought of that pleases me. And right now, it’s all about what pleases me.

The domain name will stay the same (meaning it won’t have blogspot.com tacked on to it), which means that if you still want to link to me, or if you’re subscribed here, you shouldn’t have to do anything special on your end.

However, when the changeover happens (in about a week), you may see a sudden slew of posts pop up in your reader (if you’re subscribed). If this happens, just delete them because they’ll all be duplicates.

See you on the other side, Ray.