Archive for June, 2005

To Orpheus and e. e., thank you

Posted in minx with tags on June 27, 2005 by evilminx

My good pal Orpheus, aka Jx from Perspicacity, has a rather spiffing podcast on his blog.

It’s excellent stuff, includes some great music and a quote from your very own Evil Minx (*preen*) regarding genetic flaws. It also includes a recording he made of an excellent poem by the marvelous e. e. cummings.

I’m going to take all kinds of liberties here and again ask you to forgive my lack of creativity in posting someone else’s words instead of my own, but this poem is so damn sexy, it has to be shared. And to those who knew it already… just sit back, enjoy and re-live the magic.

may I feel said he, by e. e. cummings

may I feel said he
(I’ll squeal said she
just once said he)
it’s fun said she

(may I touch said he
how much said she
a lot said he)
why not said she

(let’s go said he
not too far said she
what’s too far said he
where you are said she)

may I stay said he
(which way said she
like this said he
if you kiss said she
may I move said he
is it love said she)

if you’re willing said he
(but you’re killing said she
but it’s life said he
but your wife said she

now said he)
ow said she
(tiptop said he
don’t stop said she
oh no said he)
go slow said she

(cccome? said he
ummm said she)

you’re divine! said he

(you are Mine said she)

To my he .. from divine she

Evil and poetry-appreciating Minxxx

Thank you, Roberta…

Posted in minx with tags on June 21, 2005 by evilminx

I am reminded of Roberta Flack.

“He sang as if he knew me
In all my dark despair..

Strumming my pain…
Singing my life…
Killing me softly…”

Rare is it in this world that we find our soulmate.

When we are lucky enough to do so, should we not cling to it, grasping with the very fingers of our soul? Never wanting, never willing to let go easily?

I mean, seriously people, isn’t that the very purpose for which we’re put on this small blue-green planet? Fuck politics, fuck the economy. What’s important to you is what’s within your soul, and if you have someone who can see into it, how much more can your soul be cherished?

I await your input, minx-people.

EMxxx

What you want…

Posted in minx with tags on June 17, 2005 by evilminx

From under my hooded eyelids I can see you. Out of the corner of my eye, standing there, as if you didn’t have a care in the world.

But you do. I know you do.

You may be dressed for work, but your head is in the clouds. Your face looks professional and interested in what the client is saying to you, but it masks the reality of what’s really going on.

You want to be somewhere else. You want to be with someone else.

You want to be with me.

You want me to trace my fingers gently over your shoulders, up into your hair and down the side of your face. To pull your face slowly toward mine. To kiss you, feather-like, tiny butterfly kisses, all over your face and neck until I reach your lips with mine. To kiss you full on your mouth, passionately, slowly, deep and intense, drawing you down within me, into my soul.

You want me to hold you in my arms as we kiss for what seems like forever. To slowly pull you down next to me, to lay down on the grass. We’re in a park, and while the birdsong is only punctuated by the distant sounds of traffic, there’s no other sound. Other than the sound of my breath near your ear, and our two hearts beating faster and faster.

You want me to slide my hands up under your shirt, and slowly ease it off you. To again have my fingers trace over the tattoo on your shoulder, as we continue kissing passionately. To run my fingernails down your back, and slowly up the side of your torso, watching you squirm and giggle as I reach the sensitive areas under your arms. You want to pull me closer, and unbutton my blouse, revealing to the various flora and fauna around us the beauty and splendor of my breasts, which you want to nibble and suck, kiss and nip, nuzzling and loving and gently biting on my nipples. And you do. Oh god…

You want me to slide my hands down your chest, softly grazing your nipples with my nails. To hear you gasp as I do, and then sigh as I bend my head to your chest and begin to bite you on your nipples, causing you to throw your head back in ecstasy and moan gently. For me to continue my progress with my mouth, and simultaneously move my hands down further, and undo your belt, and then your fly, with care and patience and agonizing lack of speed.

You want me to fondle you gently, then harder and harder. To caress your balls in one hand, while making an “O” with the thumb and middle finger of the other and slide it over the top of your upstanding cock, and start an up-down motion. To moan regretfully as my mouth leaves your rock-hard nipples only to sigh in ecstasy as it travels south, kissing your chest and torso wherever it can, until it reaches the apex, and begins to lap hungrily at you.

You want me to lick and caress your balls with my tongue, teasing you as I do one and then the other. You want to cry out “Do them both, darling, put them both in, please…” but you know that if you do, I will deliberately not do it. I am your absolute, your one and only, and I do not take orders. Nor do I like to be rushed. You know that I will eventually take both balls in my mouth and tongue them and caress them and gently bite them until they start to stiffen and swell. And then you know what will happen next.

I start licking my way up your shaft, slowly but surely, biting down hard every so often, to hear you gasp with delicious pleasure. Until I reach the head, and encircle it with my tongue, although I make you wait before I take it all in my mouth. And then, when you think you’ll explode if I don’t, I finally cover the head with my whole mouth, teasing the rim with my teeth and my tongue, sucking hard for a moment before taking your whole cock in my mouth and deep, deep into my throat.

Your hands are roaming my body, until they finally settle just above where I want them, need them, desire them to be. You prove that I’m not the only tease present, as you tickle and stroke around the entrance to my inner core, the pink folds that I yearn for you to part and enter. You finally do part them, and reach inside me, gently finding my hard, pink rosebud of a clit, which responds to your touch willingly and eagerly. You stroke in a rhythm of your own devising that is so compatible with mine, and I respond with my whole being, feeling the waves of arousal wash over me. I feel your mouth join in and involuntarily gasp as the warmth of your lips touches my cooler flesh, and then you find my ultimate spot and I almost forget what I’m doing to you… Have mercy!

I realise where I am and continue. I suck on your shaft, and bite down again, only to move up and continue to concentrate on your head again. Involuntary noises escape you as I continue to tease with my teeth around the rim. I can taste your pre-cum as it flows, and I delight in swallowing all you have to offer. I repeat the deep throat action then release and tease, deep throat, release and tease. You are as hard as you have ever been and are responding with your body and mind, and I can feel your love and desire for me. My fingers curled softly around your balls can feel them coming up to meet your shaft, and I know you are ready.

I too am nearing my peak. Your fingers have been relentless while your mouth continues to kiss my body wherever you’ve found an available piece of skin. I begin to quiver, and shake as a orgasm rips through me like a thunderbolt, at the same time feeling my mouth fill with your cum which I eagerly swallow. I feel another orgasm, and then another as you unselfishly continue to pleasure me, until you finally stop, and we both lie back, spent, ecstatic and exhilarated. Wordlessly, we maneuver ourselves into a position where we are holding each other close, silent and happy, exhausted but fulfilled.

Lovers, in every sense of the word.

At least that’s what you want to happen.

But for now, you must meet with a client. So off you go.

Don’t let it distract you. Too much.

Until such time…

EMxxx

Gettin’ minxy and evil in the kitchen…

Posted in minx with tags on June 15, 2005 by evilminx

Check it out, folks – the kitchen accessories of Minx…

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Please note – the figure shown above does not represent any of the fine specimens of Manxhood who frequent and populate this blogspace…

So, would the following people please sip the honey from this tribute and cast away the sting:

DH

007

[Jx]

Cocaine Jesus

AnonymousBlogger

Brad

Londinium

J-Roc

Mace

And now, literati (with some assistance from O…)

The trouble about man is twofold. He cannot learn truths which are too complicated; he forgets truths which are too simple.


I only know that people call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat or a prostitute.

Rebecca West, 1913

From a strange place, but in an excellent mood… EMxxx

Gettin’ minxy and evil in the kitchen…

Posted in minx with tags on June 15, 2005 by evilminx

Check it out, folks – the kitchen accessories of Minx…

Image Hosted by ImageShack.us

Please note – the figure shown above does not represent any of the fine specimens of Manxhood who frequent and populate this blogspace…

So, would the following people please sip the honey from this tribute and cast away the sting:

DH

007

[Jx]

Cocaine Jesus

AnonymousBlogger

Brad

Londinium

J-Roc

Mace

And now, literati (with some assistance from O…)

The trouble about man is twofold. He cannot learn truths which are too complicated; he forgets truths which are too simple.


I only know that people call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat or a prostitute.

Rebecca West, 1913

From a strange place, but in an excellent mood… EMxxx

1002 readers and some unabashed plugging

Posted in minx with tags on June 14, 2005 by evilminx

At time of writing, I’ve had my first ton and then a couple.

Yes! 1002 people have read the Evil Minx’s emergence on the other side, and I love them all intimately. Or would do, given half the chance. Hey – I’m the Minx that keeps on giving…

It is also my good pal LingLing’s birthday today, and here at the Mansion of Minx, we would like to do a celebratory lapdance in her honour. I encourage you to go and read her fantabulous blog… Never a dull moment over at Large Marge, that I can promise you.

In fact, I am blessed with some wonderful blog friends. I link to all of them, and I recommend all of them very highly.

Yes! The Evil Minx is slightly looped. The beverage of choice this evening has been single malt on ice, with an anti-purist mixer of diet cola.

[And if there are any whisky purists out there, before you rise up and revolt against me for performing such a sacrilegious act with whisky, can I cordially invite you to get down on all fours and bite me? If you want sacrilegious, tune in when I write some more erotica... Watch this space, Minxy regulars, it will happen eventually.]

Said single malt has become more effective as the evening has progressed. Wazzed is a good word, and can be used in such circumstances… Actually – should.

I want to thank all of you for stopping by. Go read my links. These people are all extremely entertaining reads, and most of them have the good taste to link to the Minx.

Weaving a bit towards the finish line, and signing off for now…

EMxxx

Intrusion of the real world

Posted in minx with tags on June 13, 2005 by evilminx

It’s been almost a week, and the Minx has been conspicuous by her absence.

The real world has had the temerity to intrude upon my personal space. The bastard.

I have been forced by circumstances beyond my control to, albeit temporarily, abandon blogging in favour of (gasp!) actual human interaction. Ugh. Feh.

However, now I’m back. The next few days promise more of the same, I’m sorry to say, but status quo will be eventually returned to my 24*7 blogging existence. Damn you work, family, commitments…

It does bear mentioning how much of a release – and a relief if it comes to that – this brings me. The freedom to air my feelings and views, unadulterated and unadorned, with no fear of hurting anyone else, is a sheer delight and pleasure. The catharsis achieved by expressing myself on these pages is an essential part of my very being, not to mention my sanity. [Particularly bearing in mind the total hell of my current existence. Still, only 30 more days and I'm away on vacation. Yippee! *Happy dance*]

It strikes me as odd that I’m so attached to this journal. Odd in a good way, but odd nonetheless. Jx has a point when he refers to bloggers as a bunch of fucking narcissists. Totally.

Anyway, this has been a blip on the radar of the regular EM transmissions. Just to let y’all know I’m still alive, really. And I’ll be back.

Once the real world takes the hint and pisses off for good…

EMxxx

Control regained

Posted in minx with tags on June 8, 2005 by evilminx

Taking a break from the hilarity that ensued over my last post (you guys all completely crack me up and keep me sane simultaneously), I’m going to talk today about an extra smidgen of closure that I managed to achieve. Because dammit, I’m really pleased about it. *Proud Minx*

My last but one post detailed my insecurities at appearing weak to you, my readers, and, as such, to myself. Being strong is a state of mind, when it concerns love. And I do not kid myself, what Michelle and I had was love. Have. Is. Fuck it. Whatever.

The saying “Love Conquers All” is not true. I wish it was, although if that was the case, this blog wouldn’t exist. There are just too many obstacles for Michelle to overcome for him to be with me. Or at least, that’s the way he feels. A minx with a different perspective could see it very differently. If love conquered all, he wouldn’t have any issues to deal with, or obstacles to overcome, they’d all just melt into nothingness and we’d float away on a pink cloud and make wild passionate love constantly for the next 60 years. (At least. I plan on living until I’m 120. Just to piss everyone off. Hey – it’s an ambition. Ambition is good.)

Since I established that, no, love does not conquer all, I then had to get into icky, sticky realities. Like acceptance of a situation that was not of my own making, and not even slightly to my liking. Like shouldering the responsibility of moving on, and breaking through the inertia. Like making the whole thing palatable to me as a person, and taking charge of my life again.

I find myself at a place in my life where control has been taken from me twice. Once within my marriage, as a long, slow and barely noticeable process the denial of which was long and thorough. And that is now being dealt with – I did not describe myself as a therapy-junkie for nothing. And then, the singularly most significant event of my life so far (with the exception of my children) – the relationship that was my sexual reawakening and my first true love – was taken from me in a thunderbolt of anger and betrayal, leaving me bruised and bleeding and out of control. Both these instances have affected me deeply, and it is control of my life that I desire, need, crave and will regain.

And I mean it. I will regain control. I have already started:

My marriage is being dealt with, with professional guidance, and the outcome will be what the outcome will be, and it will be the best for all concerned – and I include myself, my husband and my children in that estimation.

But it was the eventual outcome of the remains of my relationship with Michelle that were really bothering me. I knew what I should have done. I should have cut off all contact and left it at that. But I couldn’t do it, I just didn’t have the strength. We remained in contact, because I just had to understand why it had finished a. at all and b. the way it did. During the time we have been in contact since, I have come to understand what happened, and how I feel for him, and how he feels for me. I have also managed to regain the correct perspective (with help from wonderful friends). But the help gave me the strength and courage I needed to gain that perspective alone. Which is the key.

Because that’s the thing about life. You can read all the self-help manuals, tip pages in Cosmo, blog-commenters and episodes of Oprah that you want. Until you digest the information and realise what you have to do all by yourself, you ain’t goin’ nowhere, nor doing nuthin’.

And that’s what I did. Digest the information, and come to my own conclusion.

I have decided how our semi-rekindled affair will end, and when. It will be civilized and special – a proper goodbye. The way it always should have been before things got complicated. And after that, we will be friends and nothing more. Cynics among you may say that a friendship after such an intense and passionate love is impossible. I don’t believe this is true. If we saw each other on a regular basis, you might have more of a point. But from afar, we can maintain the kind of separate lives-true care and concern-friendship that we both need from each other. Neither of us feels able to cut the ties that bind us completely. What we had was (or have and is, whatever, fuck it) so special that we know we’ll always know each other. And I’ve never been able to feel that way about anything other than feelings for family.

And today, I told him.

I can feel the difference within my soul. I can feel my strength returning, Samson-like. It feels very good.

And when I told him, he understood. Not just that it had to be this way, but that I’d taken control of what was happening back into my hands. Which, since many of the reasons for the split were the previous status quo, was not just natural, but essential.

And I have control back.

And it feels great.

EM xxx

The *thing* of Minx

Posted in minx with tags on June 4, 2005 by evilminx

I’m thinking of starting a new movement. I hesitate to say cult, or religion – far too many negative connotations are already attached to either of those terms. However, it will involve worship of sorts – of all things minxy.

But something, certainly. To minx, or be a minx, to be minxy, to minxify or have minxiness thrust upon you. (And if you did, you wouldn’t know what hit you…)

Whaddaya think, potential minxes? I know there are others out there who’d like to embrace the cult of minx.

Ideas for structure, rules, guidelines – or just general comments – please feel free to contribute what you can. I really need a good laugh, help out the giggle-deprived Evil Minx…

Plus this isn’t a *thing* that would worship me as a goddess (fun though that might be for me, I can see how it might not have potential mass appeal), this just delights in all things minxy and evil.

There are others already existing in the blogosphere who fit right in with this train of thought. Some are more salacious, others less so. These 5 are just a sample of the untapped minxiosity that’s out there. And all of them have the *right* attitude. (Which is why I visit them all so often.)

And may I just say, although the word minx implies female, I already can think of a couple of acolytes who might class themselves as male. Kinda. Yes, Little Miss, I’m talking to you…

So what do you think? Let me know…

Have a good weekend, y’all.

EM xxx

"Weak as I am…"

Posted in minx with tags on June 3, 2005 by evilminx

Being an Evil Minx is an awesome responsibility, even a burden at times. Especially when blogging.

You make all these sweeping statements about being strong, moving on with your life and how you can see a light at the end of the tunnel of pain. But are you convincing your readers, or yourself? The lines blurs just a smidge too much for comfort sometimes.

The evil and the minxiness are still there inside me. It’s something fairly new to me, or a rediscovery at the very least. And it’s wonderful, so liberating. A whole new dimension to my personality, my sexuality, my self-awareness. The anonymity afforded me by writing here allowing me complete freedom of expression, and complete truth, and extra strength in dealing with my life. Not a word you have read within this blog is false. Not one.

It’s those damn sweeping statements (see above). When I’m weak and I do something that can be perceived as non-minxworthy, I feel embarrassed – almost ashamed to admit it to myself, and naturally, to all of you. I’m supposed to be emerging on the other side of heartache and humiliation, not submerging myself right back in it all over again.

And yet, you could say that this is exactly what is happening. You know I’m still in contact with Michelle – various references were made here. While I no longer hope for the happy-ever-after that he initially promised me, and am living in the moment, I still love him. I can’t stop loving him any more than I could stop breathing, should I so choose.

He now maintains that his feelings are as they were before TITW, four long weeks ago. Not as they were the day he told me he couldn’t leave his wife. Not as they were a week later when he and I re-established contact (prior to above-referenced post). But complete and total love. As he said it the first time round, when looking me straight in the eye, as we radiated a post-lovemaking glow.

With one minor difference. Now his wife knows I exist. Except, of course, she thinks I don’t any more – as far as he’s concerned. But I do. As you can all see. And I’m not going anywhere, any time soon.

Because, love me though he may, he’s still not able to rise above the difficulties lying between us and any future happiness. Which I understand far better than you might think. Partly because the sacrifices that would have to be made on both our parts are huge. Partly because I know the pain it causes him, to live with the knowledge that despite me loving him with all my heart, that I let my head rule my life, until his circumstances change.

And there’s my weakness – I still can’t stop talking to him, fantasizing with him, letting him tell me that he loves me and letting myself respond in kind.

So my emergence is altered. You must understand that in addition to this whole affair – play on words intended – that the rest of my life is going to hell in a handbasket. A great deal of my Minxiosity is being used to keep me strong as my marriage fails and I struggle to work full-time, look after my kids and do all general everyday functions. And I embrace the inner minx for the strength she gives me with that.

I heard the wonderful Skunk Anansie’s song “Weak” on the radio this morning. I only wish I could live up to their expectations of no tears…

“Weak as I am, no tears for you
Deep as I am, I’m no ones fool
Weak as I am”

But despite all this, despite all appearances to the contrary, I am still Minxy, and still evil. And i won’t let you down. Too much.

EM xxx

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