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. J 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. (See pic below) 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.
Nov. 5th, 2007
I’m sitting at my computer, looking out the window. The wind is fucking crazy out there! The sky is a stunning blue, its so deceiving. I would love to meet up with the birds in the sky and fly south for the winter. My Internet is not working, making it hard to get anything accomplished. I have a cup of hot jasmine tea at my side and a load of laundry cycling downstairs. There is an amazing Pink Floyd song escaping from my stereo, easing me into a calm mood. It is a complacent Monday, aching for excitement, yet content with the warmth the old radiators bring.
Its strange, I always used to be a journal writer, but now with this whole blogging thing, it makes it hard to want to pick up that leather bound book, so full of memories that they seep out of every page. It seems superfluous to double write my life… I guess that’s a new era for you, gone are the days of paper and ink, now only the web can hold our most intimate moments.
The sky that used to be a dazzling blue is now turning dark, not that the dark is not dazzling, but when its only 4:30 in the afternoon, I feel like the sky should still be blazing with the suns hot molten. Speaking of blazing now would be a good time to light one up, listen to the music and enjoy this moment of peace.
Nov. 9th, 2007
So we filmed our political scene a couple days ago, how fun is it to put on a wig and be someone else. Especially a figure like Hillary Clinton who is running for president, as if I know what that is like! Ask me to portray a Courtney Love character or a hedonistic teenager and I would be a perfect type cast… acting is good for me though, forces me to delve deeper into the realms of other lives and persons. As I look through some of the raw footage it cracks me up to watch myself. Taking a moment to re-position a scene and my pretty hazel eyes looking up into the camera with my hands on my itchy scalp asking, “Is my hair ok?” It is those, behind the u-tube moments that are the most entertaining for sure. I do hope that people find this newest of our scenes, No Dollar Left Behind, a fun and exciting piece. We were trying to do something a little different, maybe make some laugh, perhaps piss some people off… get attention mostly. Because, above all, that’s what we are, attention WHORES!
Alrighty folks, time for me to water my plants, make dinner and play with my new sex toy…By the way don’t forget to check out my sex toy reviews with edenfantasys , which I do make a commission from!
Try the Door Swing, which is exciting yet requires limber legs for all female parties involved, so far my favorite is the Summer Pansy vibrator, equisitly designed for a woman, by a woman! I get these toys often so stay tuned and get naked, get wet, and get hard!
Nov. 14th, 2007
Jesus Christ it is already 10 pm, not that it’s incredibly late by any means, but I feel like I just got home from work. My day job that is. I made this awesome dinner when I got in which proved to be time consuming. I am looking forward to this weekend, we’re throwing a party, it will be a fabulous excuse for me to dress up, make punch (its coming back you know, so dice up the fruit, learn how to make an ice block and hit up the local granny garage sales- or eBay- to score a sweet punch bowl, preferably one with daisies or little fish on it) and play hostess for awhile. Likewise our place needs a good cleaning, so it is a reason for me to get off my lazy ass and make the place presentable. Odds are, no one will notice between their beer goggles and a cloudy haze, a haze that drifts down their esophagus and clogs their entire will to live.
Nov. 19th, 2007
So our party rocked... well, chill for the most part, but I stayed up until 8 am just being.... playing tag with the moonlight. Here are a couple pictures of me in my party dress.... 
Notice the painting in the background... yeah I painted that. Speaking of me painting, here is a picture of me making my Halloween costume.... back in October, outdated I realize, but for everyone's viewing pleasure..... :)
And just while we're inserting pictures and slacking on the actual textual aspect of the blogging, here is one of my cat Klaomi.... just chillin'.
Alright everyone, have a wonderful thanksgiving and enjoy don't forget to enjoy everyday as much as you're supposed to savor the holidays.
Nov. 26h, 2007
5 pm:
I knead the soft flesh like bread dough and watch the chunks of yeast and flour get stuck underneath my fingernails. The week old manicure is starting to fade; my life will not be constricted because of my nails. The oven is pre-heating and the rolls are formed. Wait thirty minutes… damn pastries, always making you wait.
6pm:
The smell is luring and mouth watering, the scent of rosemary and whole-wheat scatter into the rooms surrounding the kitchen. This is the main reason for my making bread, to take in the sweet sweet smell, and to watch the steam escape from the neatly sliced roll as the butter melts into the taste of love. Its dark out, two days past the full moon, which sat like a piece of butter itself, melting into the night sky.
7pm:
I’m sitting with my love, cross-legged on the living room floor. A plate of food in front of me and the cat glaring at me from across the room. My phone rings, Marilyn Mansons voice reverberates his single from the tiny box on the kitchen table. It is my mother, calling to tell me that one again life is lost, the thrills coming in too large of a package for the body to handle. It is my past haunting me again, rearing its head to tell me that though times are constantly changing, those memories, those lives still thrive.
I push away my plate and curl into myself, trying to focus on the here, trying to focus on the now. But instead I drown myself into experiences long gone, and moments that were never finished.