Welcome to My Website!
On this site you will find me, Morgana Moon, in my rawest form. This is the blog section, fun filled pages where I will try and keep my viewers interested in my ramblings and day-to-day excitement. So close the curtains and get ready to enjoy the show. These pages are still in their early stages (a rhyme!), but I hope that it will soon flourish into an exhibitionist and voyeuristic orgy that brings fantasy to life. A little about me; I am imaginative, sexy, great at giving head and above all, an artist. That is what this site contains, my art. Whether I am expressing myself through fucking, writing stories or poems, it is always exquisitely real and sensual. I hope that all my audience can appreciate it and find that it excites their minds as well as their loins. I am a bit random; so do be prepared for the unexpected.
I am a wild young woman who likes to get naked and more often then not, stay naked. Although sometimes, I can’t lie, I do end up falling asleep with my clothes on. I have wanted to be a starlet (note that starlet rhymes with harlot) in the adult industry the moment I watched my first porn, so here I am, making my way to the fucking top. I do like to be on the bottom when I fuck as well (also the middle and occasionally the side) so I am pretty versatile when it comes (he he…) to getting it on.
I live in Chicago with my amazing boyfriend David Law, who you will also find on this site, and our cat Klaomi. It should probably be said that we live with her as she rules the roost so to speak. Besides doing porn I also love to cook, watch movies, write, read, go to the beach, paint and be around plants and flowers. I had one curious incident this summer regarding the beach… I decided it was time for a new swimsuit, and so David and I went to the porn store (I mean, doesn’t everyone do their swimsuit shopping at the porn store?) where I happened to find exactly what I was looking for; a g-string bikini. I paid 13 dollars for it, but let me tell you for the amount of fabric that I actually got it was a rip-off. Once we arrived at the lakefront, I slathered on the tanning oil this being my first experience with an assless bottom. Well, at the end of the day, my ass was still as white as it was when it was fully covered. So next time we went, I didn’t put any oil on, and I had the opposite experience, my booty was as red as the sun itself. I couldn’t sit, couldn’t wear tight pants, underwear or anything that touched my ass. It took a week but when it started to peel I was itching and scratching non-stop. How sexy is that? Me… peeling the skin of my precious behind. Its tan now, in case you were wondering.
July 6th, 2008
Sunday- my favorite day. I am waiting for David to wake up so we can go to the beach- its still pretty early though, considering we were out dancing until all hours. I just bought these kick ass boots, pin-up cowgirl boots and last night I broke them in. It was wild to dance to country music, and to be amidst these people who thoroughly enjoy that style. It brings me back home, back where I grew up you can’t find a bartender with teeth and everybody does wear John Deere baseball caps. I sometimes forget that that also exists in the city, its just rarer to be stuck behind a tractor in traffic here. Regardless, the night was a blast, and moving with David to the foot stomping yeehawing music was incredibly uplifting and immensely needed.
At one point last night we were overcome with the desire to fuck and as David murmured into my ear about his eagerness to get inside me I led him into the alley. It just so happened that there was a new condo being built (because they are fucking everywhere- it seems I can’t take a piss behind a dumpster without having my urine run stain the foundation of a unfinished condo) and so like a rabbit sneaking into a garden we slipped through the fence (one benefit to being small and conniving) and walked over the rough ground and into the cement structure. We fucked against some boards and a mound of sheetrock, letting our passion disfigure the silence. I love places like that, smelling like hard work and wood, although ugly at the moment it’s so promising. David found a hard had covered in dust, he took it as a souvenir. Going back to the bar the only clue to where we had been was that David’s bandana was stained with hints if sheetrock.
The cat is running around the apartment this morning, slamming her soft head against objects and knocking over anything in her way. I love the way her white little paws hit the wood floor, for some reason I can’t help but fall in love with her repeatedly when I see her cute little feet trotting about. As much as it is bizarre to watch her wild marathon I guess if I were to be stuck inside all day I would get riled up as well. We all need to burn off some energy some way. Some choose to bump their heads against the wall; others prefer to bump their sex together.
July 14th, 2008
So much to his dismay I dragged David with me to this Kitty Kegger last night, a benefit for Felines Inc., which is the no kill, cage-less cat shelter that we got Klaomi from. As we are standing outside having a quick smoke before going into the Brewery where it was held, we had to laugh at the elderly cat people entering, the outfits, the walks, and the obvious infatuation with their fury friends. I told him before going that there was going to be good food and awesome beer, so even if we only talked to each other, it was worth the money and for a good cause. As much as we mock the other crazy cat people, we love our cat to pieces and needless to say David did have a good time, using his raunchy humor and intelligent voice to win over the entire crowd. I did what I went for, to eat and drink.
I am waiting for my tattoo guy to show up- he should be here any minute. He did some work for David a couple weeks ago that turned out awesome. I am so stoked! I fucking love tats! I could describe the piece that he is going to do for me, or I could just wait until its finished and then post some pictures. The only thing I will say is that I posed for the drawing…
Speaking of posing I had a photographer come by this morning, here a few shots from what we did- hopefully we will have more in a full set up on the site soon.
Much love and kisses xoxox- Morgana
July 21, 2008
I am listening to my podcasts this morning over a cup of coffee, (or multiple cups…) sorting through pictures from last Mondays photo shoot, (a few of which I will post on here at the end), eating candy that I bought yesterday at the coolest little old school pharmacy/ice cream shop/deli/ candy store (think candy cigarettes!) and overall enjoying being alone in my house, sitting naked and still covered in last nights remains.
This weekend ended the Desiree Alliance Conference, which David presented at on Thursday and I just went to the pre-party meet and greet on Wednesday and the after party on Saturday at Big Chicks over in uptown. This party was a blast, with everyone wearing red dresses and black corsets, breasts spilling out of unrestrained tops and ass cheeks laughing on the dance floor to a strobe light infused crowd.
By the way, I love my new tattoo! It hurt like a bitch and I certainly had to distance myself from the pain, mentally, which is so much harder then to do it physically, by using substances or even love or sex or exercise. To sit there and not be able to move while the gun rips my flesh into a beautiful masterpiece.
Anyway, I think it is time to make some lunch… I went to the farmers market the other day and bought all this awesome produce. Peaches, blueberries, carrots, lettuce, zucchini, squash, beets and this awesome raw milk cheese, oh and also I have become buddies with the guy who raises elk and I like to get some BBQ elk jerky. Yum…
So on the note of eating some old flesh, I bid you ado.
Xoxox- Morgana
