salaciousmuse's blog: "Nonpareil Salacious Musings"

I love being a female pervert. I have lived more, in my past- as the club/rock show/RPG or convention going pervert *which was incredibly fun, to say the least. Now I am starting to experience the more deep perversion, of being in the suburbs, muhahahaha...."a suburban perv" At first, I didn't know what to expect but was looking forward to the adventure. Now after nearly a year here, in St. Peterburg, FL I am a bit weary of suburban life. Mostly most of my off-line adventures/exploits have began online(which is a tale in and of itself, everyone is hiding something.) I tend to "put people off" either due to my blunt honesty (and ability to express it), my unusualness or my intense sexual aura. I am a bisexual but was a lesbian first I also am into most fetishes. Anyway, to make this shoort (to tell you the top two bizarre happenings; one girl who i approached, at the bidding of "my master", offline, she accepted-bc she had never orgasmed with/from a girl- i got her to, she freaked out having noticed we were being watched and bolted.2nd, my "master" was hiding that he was a bloody minister! I didn't find out until a month into our affair, thus "dumped" him. There are more but i need to get back to work.Of course I will try to share more and keep this updated, whilst protecting any "un"innocent's identity who may be involved- unless they are willing to share. I find it adds more to the experience; to quote Anais Nin-"We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospection”*and isn't that the whole reason we do this [blogging]? Topic on the table though, is why I like being a female pervert. I enjoy being an attractive female pervert, I might not like it so much if I were less attractive. I love that often my first intial thoughts about other people's intentions is sex based. I love that my mind is full of fantasy and visions of flesh and lust throughout my daily activities. I love that I can get as wet as all get out, by just being near the right person, by staring at someone's neck and every morning when i wake from dreaming. I love that I am a gift to the world or atleast find it nice to view myself as such. As a pilgrim of sensuality. A female satyr. a prophet of Bachaus/ a sacrifice to Dionysis [now this is only a big portion of who I am- but not ALL] PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!! comment/message *pretty please!

sweet dripping sin, the price as costly as liquid elation; sold by the pint. its couterfiet twin, made carelessly for any inclination, to a dupe who might; drink deeply of its rabid concauction. the body yeilds to any touch or wind it feels, the mind will go astray; lust agony and desire summon what it may. it all sounds fun till the job is done, but your slow recognition came too late; one turn too few or many and into hands of fate. In iron demon claws, cruel and austere; blocking all truth and heightening each fear words seem to lose meaning more with e'ry tear. so i'm an empty page, silently opaque yet damn clear. --Salacious.muse *creative.commons2007

large empty spaces, walled by ominous faces, threaten our sacred places away from tedious races, In each of these cases, fear of condemnation chases, away all hedonistic traces. So savor passionate embraces as cold austere industry replaces, our natural graces those games it seems have corrupted our dreams Now fill our sadness with terrible screams, to feed the prodigent masses;commerce craz'd fiends will there ever be an end, was there ever a true friend that wasn't also an enemy Take two pills for pain only to take two pills again- -since when were we ever free "misinformation shelter me!" -salacious.muse *creative.commons 2007

Under your hand A slaves belly yearning, In her blue eyes A fire constantly burning. A voice barely able to speak Touch me, Command me, Show me no mercy. Teach me Heel me, Chain me, She is only a slave. Feed me Water me, From your own hand. Clench my hair, Pull back my head, Ravish my lips. She is only property. Push me to my knees, Make me perform, At your will. Mold me, Hold me, Punish me, She is only an animal. Make me whimper Make me beg Make me plead. Better my well being Make me grow Be my lead. Make me yield, To your desires, Until there's nothing left to save. She exists only for your pleasures. She is only slave -Salacious.Muse/Baretryst(Creative.Commons2006) ((don't think this is NSFW although it could make you search for some MSFW content **which I WILL certainly be adding soon- if you feel it is NSFW let me know))

whisper'd and stale remnants of carvings, worn soft by hard weather, is all i have left of my original imprinted meaning. only hot screaming shadows in my ear soothe me now, offering me passion's intensity in place of morose meanderings. my cup is finally filling of my own brew instead of the witch's. a strong urge of useless protest tickles uneasy reason, giving room for doubt to stumble around, a breath escapes me, the smell of arrogance familiar and teasing, winds itself as a vine up my resolve lending its strength to my spine. "wailing a deep sorrowed song, falling to my knees at your feet, i succumb again to my love... swallowing my prideful fantasies somehow compressing my immense dreams as boundless as they seem to become seeds in my core for your goals, in a breath i begin effortlessly serving up my being & release it all to you. stripping myself down, past my very flesh to cast away all trivial ego and left a bare ethereal azure jewel wrapped by vines of thorns in a pool of tears and blood." i awake next to you, heart pounding, eyes wide and mind searching. feeling your warm flesh close to mine is an uneasy comfort