Friday Foto...

Shared from Pinterest

Wow, so this is what my blog looks like!  LOL...I've been gone to long.  I've got no excuse except to say this has been a crazy, crazy week for me.  That being said I've decided to let Mz. Muse have her way today and post one of her fondest eye candy's - Jensen Ackles.  Heck, who can blame her, looking at the man brings to mind laughing, loving and the kind of sex that curls your toes.

Right on Mz. Muse, you have an awesome eye for the men!

Have a great weekend, Ya'll!

Wicked Wednesday...

Hell-o to the neighbors wickedness

Okay, admission time!  I, Serena Shay, am having a love affair with Pinterest!  Sexy pictures fill the boards, but that's not the only reason for my stalking.  The sheer volume of eye candy, human and location wise, fills Mz. Muse to overflowing.  She and I are admitted graphics whores...we can't get enough!  We could spend hours scrolling though the pictures of just about anything you can imagine and still want more.

Pinterest, you have a wicked hold on us and we're not complaining.

Monday Muse...

 

How could he have chosen the harsh, sordid promise of fame over warm love of family and friends?  He'd left the beauty, both inside and outside of this woodland home, instead, choosing the cold mechanical steel of a jet to fly him to parts unknown.  He'd sung to the ungrateful masses, fucked indiscriminately with the groupies and swilled, snorted and smoked any substance that would erase reality.


Ah, wait, that's right...love was a fallacy he'd been sucked into one to many times.  It didn't exist with his alpha, his unequivocal leader...his prick of a father. 

"Love is a weakness!" Leon bellowed at their last dinner together. "And your brand of love, Dylan, is an affront to everything that makes you the next pack leader.  Fix it...or I will!" 

Fabulous Foto Friday...

http://www.mostbeautifulpages.com/2013/02/magical-forest-poland.html

How awesome would it be to while away the time here with all this color and beauty surrounding you.

Monday Muse...

Mz. Muse turned her back on me today, pissed that I'm so busy...
"When will you have time for me?" Her breathy voice makes me weak.
"I'm trying - I swear," My plea pathetic to my own ears. 
Upon my knees I beg of her,  "Bear with me a bit longer..."

"I've given you time, ideas to ponder and my voice fills your head.  Still you turn away...
This and that have come before me each and every day.  I cringe at the lists you make
with me placed at the bottom, move me up you silly pup...give me a reason to stay!"

Monday Muse...

Pic found at weltenbummler1949 photobucket page.

“…ocksucking, motherfuahhh…” Another blast of vodka and pill laced bile erupted from that famous face, once so beautiful that angels wept.  Now, the retching and years of self-abuse had ravaged that perfection.
Sam had taken all he could with the last bout of vomit and verbal spewage about his personal life choices.

Dylan was his friend and his supposed future leader, but right now he was a used up, washed out rock star more interested in how low he could actually go before death sought him out.  The gentle, honorable wolf inside him had buried itself so deep; he couldn’t even help heal this lost and beaten body. 

Could his friend really die from this abhorrent addiction or was there some way to bring back Dylan’s beast?

He braced himself for the ripe, raunchy smell of bodily waste as he reached down and grabbed Dylan by the shoulders.  He dragged him to his feet and leaned against his back, his lips to the broken man’s ears.   “You should never be called wolf, you disgrace their beauty and their magnificence, just by being who you are.  Dry out, grow up and be the man I know you can be.”

Sam let go and watched as his friend slid face first into the mess he’d made.  The depressing sight was etched into his artist brain.  Dylan Wolf, Rockstar extraordinaire, drunk, drugged and soon to be forgotten…

~You know, I've had this idea for a story tingling around the edges of my brain for a while and Mz. Muse has been kinda clammed up about it.  I think because she is still not sure of the collective characters nor the problems they face.  She did loosen up with the ditty above...~

Monday Muse...

Inspiration from http://www.brightboldbeautiful.com

Mila cuddled into the quilted white blankets covering the soft bed and tucked one of the readily available body pillows to her chest.  The book he'd sent, pristine and unbroken, waited on the table.  It was romantic and erotic, a story she'd wanted to read by an author she knew could deliver the shivers of arousal she sought.  His gift was the beginning to a weekend of unending pleasure, one she dreamed of regularly but only partook of once in a great moon...when they found themselves here at the same time.

Friday Foto...

I came across this painting on Photobucket yesterday and was immediately captivated.  At first I thought, there's a story here.  Two lovers caught in a storm, date night, or maybe an affair.  The rain you can tell must be cold, like little drops of ice on your skin...and yet, they are out in it, just to be near each other one more time.  I wonder what the true story is...or maybe the true story is the one Mz. Muse feeds into this authors brain.