 Oceania is a Web Goddess who has created, designed and maintained some of the most artistic and sensual websites on the Net: Peacockblue, Girlphoria, Radioactive Sex, the and many more. She is most known for her sensual audio recordings and has become known by the moniker, "The Voice of Erotica" having recorded works for Playgirl, Passion Press and Penthouse, as well as countless personal and professional clients for whom she writes and records exclusive custom erotica. Her Webmaster content can be found all over the Web. She has also performed the vocals on Mind Caviar's own Jamie Joy Gatto's latest audio CD version of her book, Unveiling Venus. E-mail Oceania. Visit Peacockblue to experience Oceania's Vision.
Relationships With Food When he is not here,
Anyway, he and I are not
seeing eye-to-eye today and I have been doing the refrigerator lunge,
All this week we have been separated. I took a job to pay the bills. A horrible job answering phones. The people on the other end are whiny and mean, and go out of their way to try and make themselves powerful and others insignificant. At the end of the day I just want to come home and sleep it off like a bad hangover. But then I get home, drop my car keys on the floor near my desk, and wait a heartbeat. The phone rings on cue. It’s him. He’s always on time. He wants to let me know how hard he is, how much he misses me like it’s one-sided. I hear that whispering catch in his voice, the one that when I am in a good mood excites me and makes me come. I feel like I am being played, controlled and I fight with him. He ignores it and continues to push all my buttons. My hot buttons -- only in the fact that he makes me hot. And I hate him, just for this moment. Sometimes on days like this, I make it through the phone conversation and go back to the Web… my baby .. my creation where I can toil in bondage to my hunger to do more than survive. Today I am so angry I just hang up on him. Instinctively I turn off the ringer and go back to my life. For the first time I sit and watch television. The joke is true, ninety-nine channels and nothing to watch. I flip through the channels for an hour. A bag of Oreos is empty and so is the box of microwave popcorn. I wonder if he has called but, I am afraid to look. He can out wait me. He has before and that hurts more than angry words. Frustrated, I go back to my studio and look. There is a message. He has gone for walk, but he wants to talk. WELL I DON’T --
I write,
When he is here
Eggs sunny-side up,
Oh, when he is here
Fingers go from plate to
him, plate to me,
We are part of the ritual,
But the rare occasions when
we do eat out,
One day I know we will be
throw out for lewd and indecent behavior.
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