Sexy Kitten

All my love, kisses and secret wishes,

Your Sexy Kitten

Art and Sensuality

Being a Muse I have a special appreciation of art.  The art above is a type of sensual art... the flowing line and colors awaken your sensual being to the world around you.  

On Being Sensual

Sensuality is a learned art...One almost forgotten in the world of blatant images that leave nothing to the imagination and are little more than cheap attempts at arousal.

Marketed in such a way that what was once sensual and mysterious must now be shocking and bizarre to the mind and soul in order to excite the body. 

But for a few discriminating souls... the mystery and mystic of the sensual is like a gourmet meal to be slowly tasted and each morsel enjoyed and savored.  Could we slow down the pace at which we devour the sexual aspects of our lives and instead view these time as gloriously sensual.  Could we retrain our minds to love the suspense and mystery of the covered as much as the revealed.

With the Art of Sensuality there comes a slower richer pace... unhurried and enjoyed by both the seducer and the seduced.

Enough

I have put off revealing anything about my personal relationship with my Master/Husband and I can't put it off any longer.


Our relationship is hard to define because it contains elements of many venues and I don't like to label anyone or anything because we then tend to change to fit the description rather than living out our own fantasy.


Fantasy plays a big role in our relationship.  As I have stated before I am a Muse... I love the mystical... the magic that exists in the fine line between real and fantasy.  The part that comes to life... with a little imagination...and soon takes on a life of its own... telling the story in words unbidden...yet true.  Adding twists and turns that surprise the characters as much as the reader.


So I guess I can say that our relationship is unique...as all relationship should be.  It contains elements of mystery, magic, suspense, romance, mythology and weaves our souls together into a beautiful tapestry of our love.


I am a submissive muse... always seeking to be pleasing and lovely and adoring to my Master.  And yet I'm very independent in thought and action outside of our special place.  He loves me this way... he likes that I am wise and intriguing...a strong warrior when something or someone I love is threatened...but soft as angel wings when loved and protected by my strong sensitive man.


He has strength enough to with stand any storm my passionate emotions may stir to life... he lets the storm rage around me until I am spent and then he caringly  sets things right.


He has limits... and will express these limits in ways that I don't soon forget... but they are not tight restraints. They allow me the freedom to stretch my wings and fly... to feel a full range of emotions while knowing that he won't let me go too far.  His love and strength always draw me back to the safety I find beneath his arms that surround me and pull me tightly into his chest until our hearts once again beat as one.


We are challenged and refreshed by the ebb and flow of the power of such a relationship...knowing that every time he brings me back to my place in his soul's grasp that it will be fresh and new like the first time.


Don't make the mistake of trying to sustain such a close soul connection... it stifles the very things that brought you together in the beginning and causes you to seek more than most relationships can sustain.
Just enjoy the moments of sycophancy as they come...knowing that they will happen at their own pace and time.

The Master and the Muses

A romantic novel I can't wait to read.

The Muse Whisperer

I was doing a search about muses when I came across this expression.  I know what a dog whisperer is... and a horse whisperer... could this be like it.


According to what I read... a muse whisperer is one who through their connection with the magical world of the muse can invite the muses to speak to and through you.  You learn to listen to the musical voice of the muses and answer their calls.


I have often felt their presence... beckoning  me to paint or write or compose... when I listen and make time and space for these creative ventures... it's like music pours through me... the pictures seem to paint themselves and the words skip along the pages... while I just try to stay in the flow.


Perhaps...just perhaps... this is what I am searching for.

Magical Prayer

From beneath me arises the energy of the Earth, my home and my foundation.

From above me pours down the light of the Sun and the enchanting Moon.

To my right hand flows the strength to control and direct, the power of magic.

To my left hand comes the skill to divine and to heal, the source of blessing.

Before me arises the perfected one I strive to become, my magical true self.

Behind me falls the one I was, and with it my discarded failures.

Around me circle the eternal stars, lamps of wisdom in the deeps of space.

Within me grows the flame of life, the light of experience and understanding.