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Calling all bookworms…

I nicked this from Dragon Mage hehe who shamelessly stole it from Life or something like it. Lets see how much of a nerdy bookworm I am…

The Big Read reckons that the average adult has only read 6 of the top 100 books they’ve printed. Well let’s see.
1) Look at the list and bold those you have read.
2) Italicize those you intend to read.
3) Underline the books you love.

1 Pride and Prejudice – Jane Austen
2 The Lord of the Rings – JRR Tolkien
3 Jane Eyre – Charlotte Bronte
4 Harry Potter series – JK Rowling
5 To Kill a Mockingbird – Harper Lee
6 The Bible
7 Wuthering Heights
8 Nineteen Eighty Four – George Orwell
9 His Dark Materials – Philip Pullman
10 Great Expectations – Charles Dickens
11 Little Women – Louisa M Alcott
12 Tess of the D’Urbervilles – Thomas Hardy
13 Catch 22 – Joseph Heller
14 Complete Works of Shakespeare (bits)
15 Rebecca – Daphne Du Maurier
16 The Hobbit – JRR Tolkien
17 Birdsong – Sebastian Faulks
18 Catcher in the Rye – JD Salinger
19 The Time Traveller’s Wife – Audrey Niffenegger
20 Middlemarch – George Eliot
21 Gone With The Wind – Margaret Mitchell
22 The Great Gatsby – F Scott Fitzgerald
23 Bleak House – Charles Dickens
24 War and Peace – Leo Tolstoy
25 The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy – Douglas Adams
26 Brideshead Revisited – Evelyn Waugh
27 Crime and Punishment – Fyodor Dostoyevsky
28 Grapes of Wrath – John Steinbeck
29 Alice in Wonderland – Lewis Carroll
30 The Wind in the Willows – Kenneth Grahame
31 Anna Karenina – Leo Tolstoy
32 David Copperfield – Charles Dickens
33 Chronicles of Narnia – CS Lewis
34 Emma – Jane Austen
35 Persuasion – Jane Austen
36 The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe – CS Lewis
37 The Kite Runner – Khaled Hosseini
38 Captain Corelli’s Mandolin – Louis De Bernieres
39 Memoirs of a Geisha – Arthur Golden
40 Winnie the Pooh – AA Milne
41 Animal Farm – George Orwell
42 The Da Vinci Code – Dan Brown
43 One Hundred Years of Solitude – Gabriel Garcia Marquez
44 A Prayer for Owen Meaney – John Irving
45 The Woman in White – Wilkie Collins
46 Anne of Green Gables – LM Montgomery
47 Far From The Madding Crowd – Thomas Hardy
48 The Handmaid’s Tale – Margaret Atwood
49 Lord of the Flies – William Golding
50 Atonement – Ian McEwan
51 Life of Pi – Yann Martel
52 Dune – Frank Herbert
53 Cold Comfort Farm – Stella Gibbons
54 Sense and Sensibility – Jane Austen
55 A Suitable Boy – Vikram Seth
56 The Shadow of the Wind – Carlos Ruiz Zafon
57 A Tale Of Two Cities – Charles Dickens
58 Brave New World – Aldous Huxley
59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time – Mark Haddon
60 Love In The Time Of Cholera – Gabriel Garcia Marquez
61 Of Mice and Men – John Steinbeck
62 Lolita – Vladimir Nabokov
63 The Secret History – Donna Tartt
64 The Lovely Bones – Alice Sebold
65 Count of Monte Cristo – Alexandre Dumas
66 On The Road – Jack Kerouac
67 Jude the Obscure – Thomas Hardy
68 Bridget Jones’s Diary – Helen Fielding
69 Midnight’s Children – Salman Rushdie
70 Moby Dick – Herman Melville
71 Oliver Twist – Charles Dickens
72 Dracula – Bram Stoker (It was nice to see the original story. All of the movies I’ve seen got this one WRONG)
73 The Secret Garden – Frances Hodgson Burnett
74 Notes From A Small Island – Bill Bryson
75 Ulysses – James Joyce
76 The Bell Jar – Sylvia Plath
77 Swallows and Amazons – Arthur Ransome
78 Germinal – Emile Zola
79 Vanity Fair – William Makepeace Thackeray
80 Possession – AS Byatt
81 A Christmas Carol – Charles Dickens
82 Cloud Atlas – David Mitchell
83 The Color Purple – Alice Walker
84 The Remains of the Day – Kazuo Ishiguro
85 Madame Bovary – Gustave Flaubert
86 A Fine Balance – Rohinton Mistry
87 Charlotte’s Web – EB White
88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven – Mitch Albom
89 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes – Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
90 The Faraway Tree Collection – Enid Blyton
91 Heart of Darkness – Joseph Conrad
92 The Little Prince – Antoine De Saint-Exupery
93 The Wasp Factory – Iain Banks
94 Watership Down – Richard Adams
95 A Confederacy of Dunces – John Kennedy Toole
96 A Town Like Alice – Nevil Shute
97 The Three Musketeers – Alexandre Dumas
98 Hamlet – William Shakespeare
99 Charlie and the Chocolate Factory – Roald Dahl
100 Les Miserables – Victor Hugo

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Collar

The rain was coming down hard, she could hear the wind outside whistling through the trees, weaving its playful dance across the skies. Nights like this she missed Him. Her hand travelling to her neck, where the familiar talisman of His connection to her, their devotion to one another, wrapped sensually around her neck. But it wasn’t. She felt the pangs of sadness. She felt naked without it, lost.

When she disappointed Him the collar was to be placed on her dresser where she could see it, but she was not allowed to touch it at all. Only a visual reminder of her disobedience. She was not to wear her collar until He gave her permission. The noise of a brief knock at the front door woke her from her hazy thoughts and she quickly headed towards the door. She wasn’t expecting anyone, it was late, far too wild and wet outside for anyone to feel the need to venture out.

To her surprise a dark figure stepped out of the dark into the light of the doorway. “Master!”, she was so shocked for a moment she stood there, mouth agape. “Kneel pet”, His voice quiet yet firm.

Her eyes showed the signs of dried tears, dark circles under her eyes. He mused to himself a little looking down at this gorgeous little beauty of His kneeling at His feet. “Pet, we are going for a drive. Go and shower.Wear your skirt I like, and the black corset and hurry…”, he carefully avoided eye contact and wandered off towards the den. She replied hastily”Yes Master”, and disappeared off towards the bedroom.

Her mind racing, wondering where they were going, there was a storm outside, surely not? But quickly preoccupying herself with His request, knowing better than to question it. Water streamed down her face, the warmth of the water from the shower, soothing her tired eyes. She never slept well with no collar. Her mind weary, drifting off into thoughts about the previous day. She didn’t notice the figure standing outside the shower door. She didn’t hear the shower door open as the water covered her ears, she did however feel His body and his desire pushing her rapidly to the wall, fingers probing, a blindfold roughly wrapped over her eyes, her wet hair tangled in a fist.

“Don’t speak whore, for that is exactly what you are to me at this moment. Mine to take pleasure from, I own you and I will take you when I want. That collar is our connection, honesty, trust, committment. You broke that by not giving me your all, hiding parts away from me, putting up walls. Tonight those walls are coming down and they are fucking off for good, understand?”, His grip tight on her breast, the other still tangled in amongst her hair.

She cried out, trying to move away from the painful grip on her breast, sinking further into His body. His desire growing harder for her by the minute. He was going to wait but that dark place He visited had risen to the fore. He wanted her right there. He pushed her head forward, grabbing both wrists and holding them tightly in one hand, the other using her hair to keep her in place. “You will cum with me whore”. Her cries heard above the deafening storm, raging outside, as He slammed deep inside her, over and over, he couldn’t get deep enough inside her. He wanted to devour her, show her who owned her. The storm raging inside Him was building to a crescendo. Moans, primal and guttural spewed forth, all the pent up emotion and tension of the past days sorrows erupted. Bodies shuddering in unision. His arms encase her and he sinks down and bites deeply into her neck, a sharp cry escaping her lips. “That is why I own you”, His voice deep and husky. That voice, the one that always bought her back.

She felt the familiar feel of the cuffs being placed on her wrists, arms still behind her back, Him pushing her. She still had the blindfold on, a little disorientated from the suddeness of it all. She caught her breath as she landed, face down on the bed, her ankles being cuffed, tied to the bed. She lay there, breathing ragged, listening hard. Trying to locate Him by sound, but a little too late as she heard the familiar swish of the leather coated cane coming down hard on her wet cheek. She let out a yell, burying her head into the mattress, tears welling. “Quiet whore! This is why obedience to us is important. When you disregard our committment to one another I must punish you. Bring you back to where you should be”, His voice stern. her sobs quieting, the strokes carefully being laid across her cheeks, her back. He never made her count, she usually lost track very quickly, sinking into that place she needed to be, and He knew when she needed to be pulled back. Her body trembling, her pussy wet. Her body betraying her, her desire for Him overwhelming.

He gently rubbed oil into her reddened back, lovingly, watching her body wince and then relax with his touch. The power He had over her drowned him with desire. He could simply never have enough of this wild creature of His. His desire to corrupt and mould her, to protect her, this possession of his so valuable, so cherished. Rolling her over, smothering her with His body. Kissing her roughly, then gently on her forehead. A hand slips around her neck and she feels the familiar touch of leather. Her hand reaches instinctively for it, her eyes looking at His. He smiles, “And this is our love pet.”

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Tonight

Tonight I will ravish you, devour you,
Tonight you are mine my delicious whore,
You will feel the ectasy of my whip,
The touch of my hands moulding you,
My tongue, teeth exploring every inch of your body,
Your senses burning, breathing ragged, whimpers, moans,
Your body begging to be taken,
Your heart beating for me,
My voice plunging into the very depths of your soul,
I will take what is mine,
Tonight
Mine

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Prohibited

I love art. I love fantasy art. I love erotic art. Lois Royo has to be in the top 5 of my favourite artists. He’s amazing. If you have spent enough time surfing the net I can guarantee you would recognise at least one of his hundreds of paintings.

Born in 1954, he’s one of the world’s best known Spanish Illustrator. He’s done stuff for Heavy Metal Comics. Warner Books and Cimoc. And he’s published quite a few books full of amazing art. I just bought 2 of the “Prohibited” series and the Prohibited Sketchbook (concept drawings). Hehe I have my mum down at the moment and a friend was over for coffee today … “oh what rude books” … mum laughing … me: ” no art just a little naughty ”

They are amazing books and the sketchbook has me all inspired.  I may do a pencil drawing while my son is away, yay loads of peacefulness lol.  It would make a nice piece of art for the wall.  The introduction to the first book is so very naughty and seductive I decided to add a few snippets to wet your lips so to speak…

…these first words are to give us guidance to the form and attitude we should adopt when we browse this book…take the book … take of … clothing … moistened … tongue … massaging … neck … chest … bellybutton …playful moments around the bellybutton … make a beautifil “O” … thighs … staying moist … (get the picture yet?)

…very HOT start to a book, left hand holding book, right hand following instructions. Mmmmm.

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Wild

The wolf today still represents our “instinctive nature that is wild and natural” suggests that there is a wild and natural creature within every woman, who is filled with good instincts, passionate creativity, and ageless knowing. This wild woman within is seen as an archetype that carries images, ideas, and unique behaviors for humankind.

The gifts of wildish nature come to women at birth, but society, in many instances, will attempt to civilize them into rigid roles which will destroy the inner treasure and muffle the deep, life-giving messages of the soul.

As a result, women become trapped, over-domesticated, uncreative, and have fearful feelings. For women to find their soul, they will need to face their instinctive wild self so that they can become free, creative, and loving.

La Loba, the wolf woman. Her work was collecting bones of wolves and singing life into them. The story symbolizes the soul-voice. It conveys the truth of a woman’s power and need to breathe soul over the thing that is ailing or in need of restoration.

Women can do it “by descending into the deepest mood of great love and feeling, until one’s desire for relationship with the wildish Self overflows, then to speak one’s soul from that frame of mind”. The wild woman is an archetype that carries images, ideas, and unique behaviors for humankind that help people to find their soul.

The wolf can be seen as a symbol on an intrapsychic level for individuation. The unique voice of the Self triumphs over the collective norms of society. Individuation suggests a commitment to inner growth and development.

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