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