I would stay here until the moon calls me to start chasing her,
in the quietness of the night … never letting me reach her.

That Cold Creature that would not come down from its starry cradle,
no matter how long and eager I call for her.

Once I’m done smelling the cool Winter’s air,
I’ll sink in the darkness of the forest of dreams.

But on days like this, you just have to stop and fill yourself with love …
maybe even lust a little … eyes squinting sleepishly in the moonlight.

The night softened by the thousands of stars.
Flickering eyes that see so well through the dark of the night.

Unforgivingly gazing at the fires of humans.

I am hungry.

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(Remember if you want to participate in the weekly HNT’s don’t forgot to pop over to Osbasso’s blog
and plonk a comment in to let everyone know you are up and flaunting it!
The guidelines for HNT can be found by clicking on the wee linky above)

Ever heard of torture by reading a book you don’t want to finish? Well being the little masochist I am sometimes, I have spent the last two days reading a book to review for Eden Fantasys.

The review is here if you want to be nosey. I chose the book mainly for two reasons.

1. It had the word Orgasms in it. I like Orgasms. Who bloody doesn’t right? It also has the word Goddess in it which beckoned to my wee pagan curiosity.

2. No one else had written a review at the time of taking it as an assignment. So I thought hell, I’ll give it a bash. (kiwi slang slipping in there)

I was impressed when the package arrived. The book was in perfect condition so I will most definitely be ordering more from them. I have a few already plonked on my wishlist.

Anyways the book. Ugh.

It was like sitting in those sex ed classes listening to some freaky hippy looking tree hugging chick talking to you like you were a complete dumbass. The only thing I got out of the book was some new mythology stories on Aphrodite. Molten found it highly amusing watching me torture myself by reading it. Even though I didn’t enjoy the book that much it’s still a good book, well written and full of information, just it wasn’t anything new, not for me anyways but I read ALOT of books. You may however find it something worth reading, I’m a fussy bitch.

It will now sit in my bookshelf until I find a suitable owner for it that it will benefit.

It did however prompt me to start thinking about how different we all are and sometimes how similar we can be too. So I made a wee meme.

Fill it out here or grab it and do your own post and please link back as I would like to do a follow up on this post/meme. Please link back then I can find you Feel free to pinch the graphic at the bottom to link with.

Don’t be shy give it a go …

1.     What’s your favourite way to have an orgasm?

2.     Do you use a sex toy? Hands? or both?

3.     Do you have a favourite time of day or night that you like to pleasure yourself or have sex?

4.     Do you feel you have different types of orgasms?

5.     Do you have a position or a technique that always guarantees an orgasm?

6.    Is having your clit directly stimulated pleasurable for you? What about after an orgasm?

7.     Do you masturbate/pleasure yourself?

8.     Has your self pleasuring repertoire/routine/technique changed or evolved over time?

9.     Are sex toys part of your self pleasuring or with a partner? Or both?

10.  If you enjoy using sex toys how often do you upgrade your equipment?

11.  Whats the most intense orgasm you have ever had?

12.  How often do you orgasm? Daily, more than once a day, weekly, monthly….???

13.  Do you regard orgasm to be a stress reliever?

14.  What happens to you after orgasm? Full of energy, a bit lala or ready to go to sleep?

15.  Have you ever squirted?

16.  Do you fantasize when you masturbate? Or do you just get right down to it?

17.  What do you like about having an orgasm? Is it important you have an orgasm every time?

I’m pooped, tired, soggy brain.

The little one had a dance at school tonight so I went along and it was so damn cute and hillarious watching a bunch of five year olds dancing together and trying to be co-ordinated it had most of the parents going “awwww” and lotsa laughs. I even got dragged up to do a bloody chicken dance. Iz teh silly mummy. And theeeen, just as I am ready to crawl into bed I think hmm i will just go check on the little one. I did only to find he’d vomited all over himself and the bed.

An hour later I am now curled up in bed unwinding and sat on the laptop.

So no fantastical brain smashing post today, instead I bring you chocolate….  (it’s PMS week … go figure).

My evil sister-in-law sent me this via email today … how utterly mean to tempt me with a recipe such as this! I’m too fucked to try it tonight but guess what I’ll be doing tomorrow

All you need is a microwave and a mug and you are set! Oh and the ingredients of course

5 MINUTE CHOCOLATE MUG CAKE
4 tablespoons flour
4 tablespoons sugar
2 tablespoons cocoa
1 egg
3 tablespoons milk
3 tablespoons oil
3 tablespoons chocolate chips (optional)
A small splash of vanilla extract
1 large coffee mug (MicroSafe)

Add dry ingredients to mug, and mix well. Add the egg and mix thoroughly.
Pour in the milk and oil and mix well.
Add the chocolate chips (if using) and vanilla extract, and mix again.
Put your mug in the microwave and cook for 3 minutes at 1000 watts.
The cake will rise over the top of the mug, but don’t be alarmed!
Allow to cool a little, and tip out onto a plate if desired.
EAT ! (this can serve 2 if you want to feel slightly more virtuous).

And why is this the most dangerous cake recipe in the world?

Because now we are all only 5 minutes away from chocolate cake at any time of the day or night!

You can thank me after you have had a chocolate feeding frenzy *insert evil grin here*

And just because I am a complete chocolate freak there’s another recipe here on Rayne’s Blog that is just so damn deliciously evil I had to share it with you all.

It had been a bitch of a night. The bar was always busy on a Saturday. A sudden vibrating in her jeans pocket made her jump.

The messages had been steadily increasing nearer closing time. In another hour she would be home, naked and all his to do with as he pleased. She plonked the whiskey soaked cloth she had been cleaning with hastily on the bar so she could retrieve her phone. She flipped it open and the message sat there glaring at her.

“I’m looking forward to ravishing you tonight my sweet little pet. How is that pussy of mine?”

A moan escapes her lips as a  frenzy begins deep within her cunt. This new remote gadget certainly had it’s advantages. Every time she opened the phone up to read one of his messages the vibe wedged deep within her cunt played a melody of vibrations.

A smile spread across her face. She replied.

“Quite wet and wanton Sir”

She popped the phone back into her pocket.  A customer waving another empty glass diverted her attention. Another whiskey for another alcohol sodden customer. He smiled back at her as she pushed the glass towards him.

Another vibrating in her jeans again. This time the phone was ringing. She quickly grabbed it.

“Hello?”

“Don’t talk  just listen. This is what you are going to do. Shortly before leaving work you will take an ice cube and place in directly on your clit. Leave it there. Take the clamps I have left in your bag and place them on your nipples. The buttplug is also in your bag, fill your greedy little ass ass with it. You will do this exactly five minutes before you are about to leave. Get in the car. Strip naked. Rub that hungry little clit of yours till you are about to orgasm and stop.  Begin driving. Halfway home, stop the car and play with that greedy little clit again until you are almost there and stop. Continue home. I will be waiting for you. Got that pet?”

She replies, turning away from the ear flapping customer.

“Yes Sir” she whispers quietly.

“What? Louder I can’t hear you.”

She clears her throat, “Yeesss Sir”. Gritting her teeth and feeling her cheeks turn a nice shade of red.

“Good girl”

The phone goes dead. Another message.

Another set of vibrations this time more intense. The message, “Who do you belong to pet?”

She texts back, “You Sir”.

She looks up at the clock. Thirty five more minutes till closing time.

Her panties  already soaked …

Little does she know, the drive home is going to be even more intense.

Ain’t technology swell …

The vast wilderness sits before me.

Waiting for the long distant howl of those who have settled in my soul.

Wolfmates crushed by the immensity of pain, heartache, loss. We are bonded.

Some of you ran to the far corners of the earth, the pain too great to watch. The spaces we once roamed tainted by dark images. Some of you ran as far as the wind would take you. Away from the demons that haunt you in your sleep. Some of you chose to leave early. The pain unbearable. Leaving those of us behind to grieve.

Some of you, the gods decided your fate.

The ones who are left, are splintered, torn apart. The pack now dismantled as the pain to stay together is too great. We mourn.

We remember the days we hunted and ran and laughed. The memories never die. Sometimes they rip at the very core of our hearts. We quietly murmur our greetings from afar. Avoiding talk of days long gone. The quiet silence telling its own story of those we miss. The pieces of our hearts lie in tatters. Our faces wear the pain. Our quiet solitude and silence a mask for that which we do not speak.

The empty gaping hole that is left as we all rebuild, we hide away in our own worlds.

The wolf watches quietly. She shares her song. She pines.

One day the pack will run free again, one day.