not one but two

To My Dear Diary:

 

I’m creating a certain grimoire, if you will.  Yes indeed.

A grimoire is a textbook of folk magic. Books of this genre, typically giving instructions, performing divination and gaining magical powers, have circulated throughout Europe since the Middle Ages.

The two major components will be the instructions and the power.  I am going to give these both to Big Bad.  It’s true, he won’t know it’s a textbook, he won’t know it’s been written in blood and he definitely won’t know what power it gives him…..but I think that’s what makes this so darn fun, yeah?

 

“I’ve never been closer
I’ve tried to understand
That certain feeling
Called by another sound…”

 

One of the first components is a story about our two bodies grinding up against each other.  It reads like a lengthy invitation.  Really it’s instructions on how Big Bad can face his fear.  The second component is the declaration of divination in the form of a lyrical question.

 

Components still assembling themselves in my mind involve an immediate documentation of sex magic and a whimsical allegory that will include the secrets to my plane of consciousness.  And some sticky fingers.

 

“You’ve got to make me an offer
That cannot be ignored
So let’s head for home now…”

 

I’ll clear my chakras and make sure my true self is calm and feed him many variations of disguised resultant fluids while he reads my words.  A request I am going to make crystal clear (green, super green) upon bestowing this grimoire on Big Bad.  I will prompt him often and with the same magical cocktails to read the words I have let tumble out of my  mouth and onto the pages of a recycled paper.

 

I hate the Spring….it makes me fantasize about orgies with grapes and shit.  Well, maybe not orgies but variations on threesomes.  More often than not they involve strap-ons and for a change I’m not the one strapping it on.  There’s definitely NO SHIT involved at all; it was a slang term, is all.

 

“Everything I have is yours
Step by step and day by day
Every second counts I can’t break away…”

 

Okay, so I hate Spring.  It makes me fantasize about orgies if they include me being the mistress and having 2 sex toys to play with.  One toy is just dead sexy to me, the other toy eats my pussy and ass really well. If the include me getting my toys into all kinds of interesting positions and getting them to do things to shift my libido into overdrive…. Then yeah.  It’s the orgies and the grapes and the shit.

 

“Keep us from temptation
Lead us not into temptation.”

 

But not real shit,

 

The Original Sin