nsfw – Journey Through The Obsidian Dream

Keeper of Earth

Satyr Magos30/03/2016

The Keeper of Earth

A priest/ess and oracle, the title Keeper of Earth originates in the idealized coven structure that I developed for a series of experimental rituals (as yet never performed), and have used in both my (as yet unpublished) novels and the public rituals I have written in my capacity as a member and now chair of the HSA Sacred Experience Committee.

This image represents my first attempt at using Photoshop more vigorously than simple photo development, combining two images from very different times and places. The top image, the Keeper of Earth, herself, comes from my most recent photo shoot, at the beginning of the month, with the delightful Kajira Bound. The background image comes from Olympia, taken during my study abroad in Greece. Together they form the prototype for a maybe-someday-maybe-not oracle deck that I occasionally hypothesize.

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In art

A Lost Oportunity

Satyr Magos29/03/2016

Below are a series of images I had intended to submit to the Beltane edition of A Beautiful Resistance. Unfortunately, my life got away from me, and I missed the opportunity to participate in my community. But here they are, for the pleasure of my readers. I believe you may have seen some of them before, but I hope you enjoy seeing them again.

In art

τούσδε ἡδονάς ἐρω: Because You Asked For a List

Satyr Magos31/01/2014

I like to be touched

For no reason,

Before we take off our clothes;

Before we are even alone.

A hand on my shoulder or arm,

A brush of your fingers against mine,

Reminds me that, first, we are friends.

I like to be kissed

Tenderly, then passionately.

Slowly by turns, and then hard.

My mouth, my cheeks, my eyes and ears.

I want your hands

On me:

Everywhere:

My face, and my arms,

Your fingers in my hair.

Play with my nipples,

My back, and my thighs.

Let your hair cascade

past your shoulders, falling

over me: silken caresses,

the smell of human and shampoo.

Kiss my wrists, my ribs,

My ears, my neck,

My fingers, and behind my knees.

Linger

on your favorite parts.

There is no part of my body

I do not want in your mouth.

I like to look at you

Beneath me, smiling;

To see you atop me

Taking your pleasure.

I like to be fingered

And fucked in the ass.

Penetrate me.

Claim me.

Leave your mark

for the world to see

or not.

I like to take turns,

On top and on bottom:

teasing and talking.

fucking and laughing.

I want you to tell me

what you need,

What feels good.

Teach me where

To touch you and how,

What not to do.

How many times can you cum?

There should be laughter

And love, whatever the flavor.

Pillow talk about verbs,

And the friends we both lust after.

And even if you can’t stay

until morning,

stay for a while, in the quiet,

so my oft-broken heart can believe,

though you’ve given no cause for doubt,

that you will still respect me

when you’ve gone.