Ancient Erotic Stories Ancient EroticaSources & StoriesOvid's Art of Love 'Ars Amatoria'by Ovid; Roy K. Gibson; Published by Cambridge University Press Book 3 of Ovid's Ars Amatoria teaches women how to catch and keep men and is presented in this modern edition, based on the revised Oxford Classical Text by E.J. Kenney. In his extensive introduction and commentary, Gibson responds to recent developments in interpreting didactic poetry and the treatment of women by classical authors, especially the Latin elegiac poets. He explores how the interests of male readers are covertly served in a book addressed to women. 'Slaves to Love: Erotic Love Stories of Ancient Rome', by J.P. Bowie; Published by iUniverse Inc.Raised in the city of Capua, renowned for its gladiator training grounds, Lucius, a young patrician, is unprepared for the obsessive desire that almost overwhelms him when he first sees Callistus, a captive Gaul condemned to a life, and probable death, in the arena. Unsuccessful in his attempt to buy Callistus and save him from a premature death, Lucius instead follows his career, attending all of his bouts in the arena, including one with Spartacus, the rebel slave. Spartacus incites Callistus and his fellow gladiators to rebel and form an unbeatable army, almost bringing the Roman legions to their knees. Although torn between his love for Callistus and loyalty to his friends and family, Lucius determines that before one, or both of them might die, he must find Callistus, confess his feelings, and spend at least one night in the arms of the man he loves.'Bathseba and King David'; II Samuel 11'Wife, Mother, Queen, Object of Royal Lust'; by Jessica Feinstein, U.S. News/Religion, posted January 25, 2008 The setting, on a late afternoon in Jerusalem some 3,000 years ago, could easily be mistaken for the subject of a boudoir painting: A beautiful young woman bathes on the roof under the last rays of dusk, espied by the lustful eyes of a hidden admirer. Perhaps she looks like a Rembrandt nude—all dark shadows and pale flesh. Or perhaps she appears more like a Rubens, partially swathed in dark fabric and tended by her servants. But no matter the serenity of the vignette—there is something amiss in this vision, a scene that seems wrought with irony. The admirer, King David, is not where he is supposed to be, on the battlefield with his troops, but instead has tarried at his palace. And the woman, Bathsheba, is married. King David inquires after her. He learns her name and the name of her husband, Uriah, a general in his army. And though he is normally a righteous man, with a harem already full of wives and concubines, the king succumbs to his overwhelming desire. He sends his minions to bring Bathsheba to the palace. "And she came in unto him, and he lay with her." So begins a story of sex and politics that resonates even today. Most recently, President Clinton's affair with Monica Lewinsky drew comparisons to David and Bathsheba: a king, made weak by momentary lust, and his lover, at times both powerless and slyly manipulative. David thinks all is squared away, and then Bathsheba sends word: "I am with child." The cover-up begins. 'Nudity and Christianity'; by Jim C. Cunningham, Published by AuthorHouseThe purpose of this book is to encourage readers to probe the reasons for wearing clothes. Today, Western convention tends to assume that "nude is lewd," but it was not always that way. For half the Church's history, catechumens--men, women, boys and girls, were routinely baptized together, nude, by full immersion. Today, we recoil at learning this, but how have cultural attitudes toward the body changed to effect this reaction? Jim asks those hard questions about the body and the meaning of true modesty, and exhorts Christians to lead the way in asserting God's definition of the body, rather than Playboy's. Instead of allowing pornographers to define the body for us, and then create a virtue of modesty to fit that false definition, Christians should assert God's definition as found in Scripture and Church Tradition. When we view the body as Jesus did, our definition of modesty becomes radically different from what is conventionally presumed.'Song of Songs'; aka 'Song of Solomon'; aka 'Canticles'; Psalms 15The song of songs, which is Solomon's. Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine. Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee. Draw me, we will run after thee: the king hath brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will remember thy love more than wine: the upright love thee. I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon. Look not upon me, because I am black, because the sun hath looked upon me: my mother's children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept. Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions? If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids beside the shepherds' tents. I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots. Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold. We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver. While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof. A bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts. My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi. Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes. Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green. The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.(Chapter One; several other chapters follow.) 'Rape of the Sabine Women'; Plutarch, 'Lives' II, 14 and 19See also: Roman Religion and Mythology/LexiconThe Rape of the Sabine Women is a mythological event from just after the founding of Rome. The young city of Rome had granted citizenship to criminals and lawless persons to grow quickly, and was therefore winning the wars against its neighbours, but a lack of women made it clear that the greatness of the city would vane in a generation or two due to lack of male offspring. The neighbouring town scorned at Roman requests to marry their women, but accepted an invitation to a huge religious celebration in honour of Neptun. In the middle of the party, the Romans rushed in and abducted the Sabine women, who were the forced to marry their rapists. The Sabines were horrified at this open breach of the rules of hospitality, and went home to prepare for war. When they later returned in arms to take back their women by force, the Sabine women had reconciled with their now husbonds, and stopped the commencing battle before it started by placing themselves inbetween the two battleready groups. The Romans and the Sabines were reconciled and the city of Rome could continue on the path to greatness.'Woman (possibly Mary Magdelene) Washes the Feet of Jesus'; Luke 7:36-50. The woman no doubt waited near the door for Jesus to arrive. She probably expected that Jesus’ feet would have been washed by one of Simon’s servants. After His feet were washed, the woman would then likely have planned to anoint His feet with the perfume she had brought. Imagine the look on her face when she realized that Jesus’ feet were not going to be washed. She did not let the dirty feet of our Lord keep her from what she had intended to do. She dared not kiss Jesus on the face, as Simon should have done, but she could kiss His feet, His dirty feet. She had come with no basin, no water, and no towel. Nevertheless, as she began to kiss His feet, the tears began to flow, something most unusual for a woman of her profession. As the tears began to flow, the woman must have noted that the little streams of tears carried the dirt of the road as well. She used the water of her tears to wash His feet, something she could hardly have planned in advance. Since there was no towel available to her, she used her hair to dry Jesus’ feet. Imagine this, the woman used her hair, the most glorious part of her body, to dry the feet of Jesus, the most ignoble part of one’s body! She did not do her duty quickly, so as to quickly finish an unpleasant task. She persisted at kissing the feet of our Lord.
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Afterthoughts of a Weekend June marks the seventh month that i have known Master in real life although the foundation for our relationship was formed online over the course of several months of chatting and email exchanges beginning in February, 2007. From our very first real time meeting in November, i felt an incredible connection with Him and beginning on April 4th of this year, i was honored to become His collared submissive. Ours is a long distance relationship and for that reason, i am able to see Him only 2 or 3 weekends a month. With each visit, i have felt our relationship growing and the level of my submission toward Him deepening. It seems each time we are together our sessions grow in intensity. Because our time together is so infrequent, i believe up until now we have seen only the best of one another. For the most part, i believe the bdsm lifestyle is about living out our fantasies with someone we trust and respect and yes, in a lot of relationships such as ours, love. Whether the D/s is confined to the bedroom or touches every realm of our lives through domestic as well as sexual service, bondage, s&m encounters, as well as "vanilla" situations and events, the whole spectrum of our existence, there is no other relationship quiet so intense or one that can bond the people involved so completely. The basic lifestyle relationship itself can seem almost surreal because society has forced most of us into guarding ourselves against the outside world. It is partly because of this, and partly because our personalities are so wired toward the extremes, that the D/s relationship is so much more intense than most vanilla relationships i have been involved in, including my marriage. In my opinion, the openedness and honesty between those committed to one another in this type of relationship allows us certain freedoms not found in the more vanilla-type situations.So what happens when life's problems and situations present themselves and suddenly one or both of us are faced with unpleasant situations that inevitably creep into our attitudes and idealistic D/s relationship and our weekends together are no longer simply about pleasure and sharing good times, both lifestyle and vanilla related, but being forced to deal with situations beyond our control? What happens when one or both of us are no longer capable of presenting just the best of themselves but become vulnerable to letting down our guards and truly letting the other see inside us, not just our Dominant or submissive self, but who we are as a whole? What happens when it is impossible to express our emotions and physical desires through an intense session but due to circumstances beyond our control, are reduced to simply satisfying a need without the benefit of physically expressing our darkest sides? i believe the answer to each of these questions is that the relationship only deepens and enriches us further when faced with such obstacles if the commitment is truly there; if the devotion of the slave is truly toward her Master as a Man, not solely as a Master; if the Master's desire is for the woman as well as for the slave and for her well being, then any situation can be faced and dealt with without sacrificing the ongoing Dominant/submissive current which is always present regardless of the circumstance. Although i have stated that a strong D/s relationship can be construed as living out our fantasies and being almost surreal in its entities, for those of us who embrace and cherish this lovestyle, it is indeed a forceful element even in our everyday lives. i was very pleased that i was able to see Master this past weekend. The last time we were together, 3 weeks ago, we didn't know when we'd be able to see one another again and when the opportunity presented itself, we were both very anxious to take advantage of it. Because i had to work that day, i arrived at His home very late on Friday evening. As always, our coming together is quiet powerful, the need for one another very evident, our desires expressed physically and verbally, the power exchange almost tangible. It is the sweetest mixture of D/s and vanilla, the ease with which we intermingle and connect. His control is always evident whether in the most vanilla of situations or in the most wicked of sessions. We knew even as we planned this weekend together that it would consist mainly of the vanilla elements of our lives. Master's brother is temporarily living with Him which tempers our lovemaking and there are activities planned for the weekend that revolve around His involvement in the church. Also there are personal concerns which demand much thought and introspection thus dampening our moods somewhat; yet we are still happy just to be with one another. It so happened that Master's brother would be away from home on Friday night allowing us the entire evening to ourselves. Following a late dinner, we returned to His home and our desires soon had us upstairs in His bedroom. i knelt naked before Him and removed His shoes and socks, His jeans and shirt. Although i believe we both had thoughts and desires of bondage and pain, our needs took us to a more sexual realm as i pleasured Him orally and He toyed and teased my cunt allowing me a couple strong orgasms before i resumed my oral service, this time beginning with His feet. i stroked and caressed and massaged His feet and toes and the calves of His legs, giving each foot my full attention and affection, completing my foot worship with a tongue bath before moving my focus to His hard cock. i woke Saturday morning with the smell of coffee drifting upstairs from the kitchen. i dressed, made the bed, and went downstairs in search of Master. We ate breakfast then played on His computer for awhile before going upstairs again to get ready to go out for the afternoon. We were meeting a friend (another submissive) for lunch at the Outback in a neighboring town. The three of us enjoyed the meal and the conversation and getting to know one another better. After lunch we went to a nearby city park. Master directed and posed the two of us, both separately and together, in different poses and took several pictures of us before we meandered to a nearby picnic table and sat and talked for quiet awhile. When we got home Saturday evening, Master's brother was there. Master had some assignments to get done for His church's VBS that was being held the coming week so i sat with Him and helped in whatever way i could or was allowed to do. It was getting late when He finished so we sat on His couch and watched a movie or at least He did because i kept falling asleep. Finally about 3 am we went to bed. After church and lunch Sunday we returned home to an empty house. Although our time now was limited since i had to drive home this evening, we spent some quiet and sensual time together in His bed before i had to pack my things and leave. Even though our time together was filled mainly with things "vanilla" this weekend, i felt very complete and fulfilled just being by His side. He has been struggling with some job related issues for several weeks now and they are beginning to take their toll. i am happy that He is willing to talk with me about these things. i can sense His inner struggles and can sympathize, having been in a similar situation myself a few years ago. Even though this weekend was not entirely spent in ways that only bring us pleasure, it revealed to me another side of Him and i believe the more we know of one another, our strengths, our weaknesses, our inner struggles, the more our relationship deepens.
Black out ! Sorry for the delay since my last post ! I had a big problem with my computor and then no way to access the web from home ! That’s awful !!!!!!!!!!! I’m in travel in Paris for shootings and parties thiw week, so I will be able to give some news and tell you about the new pictures [...]
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Ramblings My brain doesn’t turn off often. I analyze when maybe I should just take things at face value. I wonder why I’m a sub and I think I know. I wonder about my friends, what happened in their lives to make them Dom/subs/switches. Why do people pick the names they use here? I started as Curious Kitty because that fit me at the time. Then I accepted my role...and I’ve always been pretty good at accepting other people for who they are. Some names are cute, some obvious in the thinking that went behind them, some a mystery to all but the owner. I wonder why when I see some names pop up on my monitor I immediately smile and get so genuinely excited to see them. Might be an instant message or an e-mail, and it’s from someone I’ve never met in person - yet my heart leaps to have contact with them. There are two sides to everything. So is it great and wonderful that I analyze things so much, accepting for what it is, but needing to understand why it is? Or is it pathetic that I can’t let things be just as they are. What purpose does it serve to know why, other than to satisfy my curiosity?Today I listened to the same songs I always do. Songs that make me feel alive and happy or compassionate today made me feel sad and alone. I found myself looking at pictures to gather and share with my friends. One in particular I kept for myself, for my page. It’s a black and white picture of a misty forest with a winged beauty on the forest floor. Today I see it and see loneliness and pain, but tomorrow the same picture represents peace and solitude and even a new awakening.These thoughts are rambling to Y/you I’m sure. But the joy of a blog is I can write anything I want here. It’s for me. I can share it and allow others into my head or let it be a warning to them that’s it’s a virtual mouse maze and run like the wind to get away!I slept deeply last night, played hookey today and slept most of it. And I’m tired yet again. So off I go to dream my colorful dreams - to see images only my eyes can know. I hope I see Y/you in them tonight. A friend in my dreams is one thing I can accept at face value.
Journey Into Subspace: by Sir David Journey Into SubspaceOne of the most difficult things in our subculture to describe to those who are essentially uninitiated, is that ever elusive, wonderful state that many refer to as "subspace." It is also referred to as head space, mind space, floating, and many other similar, creative terminologies that denote this altered state of body, mind, and perhaps, soul. I submit that while those of us who are experienced in the DS lifestyle knows just what subspace means within our own context, it is quite complicated to truly define. In fact, I have been trying to compose a simple BDSM article about for a little while now without any success. The main reason why this particular subject is so hard to pin down, is that subspace is generally experienced differently by any given person and there are multiple ways to achieve this point or state. There are those who never feel much of anything mentally, but they may manifest various physical responses. At this particular juncture, I just read back my own words on this particular subject matter with immense exasperation. Shit! I have just written a whole bunch of stuff and said essentially nothing worthwhile or meaningful. But just like any other topic I have written about with respect to our subculture, there is really no true or altruistic manner to describe any relationship or the feelings anyone may experience as a part of this DS lifestyle. I am speaking for myself here, so I am going to attempt to define subspace from this dominant's point of view.Subspace, to me, is essentially more than just the submissive state of mind one feels from service to his or her dominant in some fashion. It is more than an urgent need to please that is quite commonplace for slaves and subs alike. Perhaps the most simplistic description can be likened to a hypnotic, trance-like state reached by the release of endorphins into the human blood, but the scientific explanation matters less to me than the mental and physical experiences that are garnered from achieving that mind or head space. Subspace, or one of my choice terms, Erotica, can assume a dreamy quality and can essentially paralyze subs for a time, I submit that it is perhaps the greatest natural high in existence. Many in our subculture have likened it to a high that runner's get from a marathon. I like to call it "flying without wings." There are those who would say that subspace was more invigorating rather than a relaxing, altered state of body and mind, and many times it has been said that it is only possible to achieve subspace through outside, painful physical stimulation. I submit that this is nonsense; it is more than possible to reach that mind or head space from immense passion and love without any pain being involved whatsoever. During my time as a submissive to a mistress, I managed to experience subspace on numerous levels. Of course, it does not make me any type of authority on the subject matter I am discussing here, but I have talked with many subs who feel wholly different in this altered mental state. All of us, in different words more or less, was essentially describing the same experience.There are times that subspace can reach such depth that one cannot communicate or move in any fashion. Being that I have had this occur for me several times, I want to warn newcomers to our particular subculture that no matter how subspace is experienced by any sub, this can be a quite perilous situation for both the dominant and submissive. After all, if the sub cannot move or communicate, he or she cannot utter their safe word, or make their visual or audio cues or gestures to safeguard himself or herself, therefore, it is impending upon the dominant to handle such situations with such a calm awareness. Cooler heads do prevail. I submit that subspace can also change over the course of a D/s relationship and the reactions, even to the same sensations, can also change for no special reason. Subspace can be the most beautiful experience, but it can also be a terrifying one. One of my experiences felt like I was falling out of control, and this is not a pleasant feeling. I am not describing a flashback situation from a prior situation deteriorating, but rather a feeling or sensation that is likened to falling uncontrollably. I was able to be talked down from this by my Mistress, who was prepared to handle whatever form my subspace would assume.At its pinnacle, subspace is almost always a high experienced by the body and mind. One of my journeys to that place saw my own body in a beautiful, lavish garden, with a beautiful gazebo adorning the center. I felt such a sense of serenity, security, comfort and love; I could only describe as a temporary heaven. When I was brought back to the real world, grounded, so to speak, by my Mistress, all of my physical discomforts were gone and I felt no pain at all. I felt like I could I run endlessly. It was absolutely magical. I do, and did suffer from joint pain, then, but there is no medicine in existence that works to alleviate my pain like subspace does for a period of time. I also will say that beyond that wonderful high or altered state of body and mind, was the total trust I had in my Mistress. I knew she would not leave me in this state, which could be quite dangerous, and barring an emergency, I could count on her to be gentle and gradually bring me back from flying without wings to reality again. Kathy would sometimes go into subspace for long periods, and she described it as a weird feeling. She said weird because the things that usually irritate her, weren't bothering her. Kathy also went on to tell me that she felt was in a dreamy state, while still being able to function like normal. I call these types of experiences a veiled reality. I have no clue as to why subspace varies from time to time. I knew I could get Kathy to that mind space with my voice on the phone, and from multiple orgasms as well. All in all, I submit that subspace is a state of mind, body, and perhaps soul, that I wish I could be bottled. I hope that I was able enlighten and provide insight on how subspace played a definitive role in my lifestyle experiences. Play hard! Be consensual and safe! 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