Sappho was one of the greatest of the ancient Greek poets, perhaps the greatest of all lyric poets of antiquity. Born around 630 BC on the island of Lesbos, her erotic affection for members of both sexes, especially women, is the origin of the word lesbian. Unfortunately, virtually all of her poetry has not survived antiquity (nine books were attributed to her), except for one mere complete poem and some fragments. Nevertheless, despite this great cultural misfortune, Sappho remains today one of the most well known and well beloved of all poets of Classical antiquity.
The Greek philosopher Plato refers to her as the “10th Muse” (there are nine canonical muses in Greek mythology):
Some say the Muses are nine: how careless!
Look, there’s Sappho too, from Lesbos, the tenth.
Her poetry, or what remains of it, hints of a great beauty, sense of music, a wonderful, delicate flow of thought and emotion, and love of eroticism. Little is known of her life, but she had some sort of circle of young women who were attached to her, and she to them. This is the origin of her erotic affections, and most likely affairs, with these women. There is also a legend that she committed suicide by jumping off a cliff after being spurned by a young ferryman, Pheron. It is most likely simply a myth, but there is really no way of ever knowing for sure.
It was not really until the 19th century that Sappho and her poems began to be seen in a homoerotic, sexual light. There is little evidence of actual physical love in her works, but it can probably be assumed that her expressed affections for different females was erotic, and that this eroticism was ultimately expressed in a physical way. But we can never really know, which means we make what we want of Sappho, and I am more than happy to think of Sappho as a poetess of lesbian love. After all, watching two lovely girls engaging in erotic delights is itself its own delight, only to be surpassed be ultimate delight of actually joining the two girls in their sexual play and pleasures.
But, aside from all that, Sappho stands first and foremost as a great poet, one of the greatest who ever lived, and who still lives today in the paltry fragments that remain of her once magnificent creative life and world. Her works speak for themselves.
The following poem is the only complete poem we have from her. It is hymn to Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of sex and love.
Immortal Aphrodite, on your intricately brocaded throne,
child of Zeus, weaver of wiles, this I pray:
Dear Lady, don’t crush my heart
with pains and sorrows.
But come here, if ever before,
when you heard my far-off cry,
you listened. And you came,
leaving your father’s house,
yoking your chariot of gold.
Then beautiful swift sparrows led you over the black earth
from the sky through the middle air,
whirling their wings into a blur.
Rapidly they came. And you, O Blessed Goddess,
a smile on your immortal face,
asked what had happened this time,
why did I call again,
and what did I especially desire
for myself in my frenzied heart:
“Who this time am I to persuade
to your love? Sappho, who is doing you wrong?
For even if she flees, soon she shall pursue.
And if she refuses gifts, soon she shall give them.
If she doesn’t love you, soon she shall love
even if she’s unwilling.”
Come to me now once again and release me
from grueling anxiety.
All that my heart long
fulfill. And be yourself my ally in love’s battle.
-Tranlsated by Julia Dubnoff
I had not heard this song for years until I just happened to hear it on the radio today, and I realized, what a great song it is. Good music to me is always visceral, and this song is definitely visceral in its tone. To convey passion through art, especially musical art, is a great gift from God.
The different genres of music from the general period in which the Four Tops were performing were simply superior to any of the crap that is mass produced today. It was the golden age of popular music.
As someone with neo-pagan tendencies, I have always had a deep devotion the the figures of classical mythology. One of my favorite group of divine beings are those wonderful group of beautiful maidens, the nymphs. I have written about them before, but I never get bored of writing about them.
Today’s nymph is a Nereid. The Nereids were sea nymphs, the daughters of Nereus, fifty in all. Nereus himself was a sea god, an ancient god who could change his shape at any time in order to avoid capture. The Nereids often engaged in different and delightful activities, were a help to sailors in distress, and were worshiped frequently on islands, coasts and the mouths of rivers. They were also known, like most nymphs, for their musical and dancing skills, and could often be seen riding along the ocean on various fantastic sea creatures.
I love nymphs. The world of classical mythology, often very real to those living in those ancient times, still seems real to me. This is a photo of Nereid. It is real. Yes, the Nereids still exist, although hiding now for many centuries, fearing Christian persecution, but they are still alive and well. They will return. Such creatures cannot be forever forgotten and suppressed. Occasionally we may see one. This photo is proof of that.
Sometimes you simply want to enjoy nothing but total and complete sexual decadence. What I love is how many girls also enjoy this, although they are often forbidden by societal pressures or personal guilt and propriety from expressing or exploring that. And yet the allure of danger is there. There are few things more delightful than helping a girl discover that part of herself, letting her explore and experience pleasures she did not even know existed.
There should always be a certain mystery and secrecy to sex. Although I like to write about sex, I also enjoy the forbidden aspects of sexual pursuits too. Being too open can break down the allure, the mystery, the thrill of seduction. You can be open with the people you know and trust, but it is still good and beneficial to maintain an air of distance and privacy in your less well known acquaintances, as well as the world at large.
There are so many people who pursue different types of sexual experiences in the world. Most of their family and friends would be shocked to find out exactly what their secret sexual lives are like. Even many spouses would be surprised to learn what their partners are up to. The bored, married housewife is not a cliche, but a real reflection of the biological nature of our sexual beings: the need for variety, to ensure enough genetic variation to protect us from disease and the other vicissitudes of life. Most studies show that most women are ready for seduction after five years of marriage or a relationship. Why? That is the time nature has ordained to produce and raise a child to the point where he or she is rather self sufficient; and now the genetic pool can be further enhanced by experiencing new genes through new sperm. Although all modern societies are designed against this pattern, for the sake of long term familial and social stability, the reality of marital affairs after a certain point in time is too strong to deny the ancient, biological power of infidelity.
There are those us who love nothing more than to enjoy such sexual realities and pleasures to the fullest extent. Sexual decadence is a nice secret of life.
A few nights ago a girl I am seeing was acting up. She was bitchy, cunty and nearly impossible to deal with. We had gone out for some entertainment, but she kept on complaining about everything, contradicting and challenging most of what I had to say, and being just generally annoying. I told her during the course of the evening that if she did not stop it, she was going to be punished when we got home. Of course that only fueled her unacceptable behavior. I knew what she was up to.
When we got home I wasted no time in disciplining her. As soon as we closed the door I told her to take off her dress. She told me no. So I took it off for her. She initially resisted, but the dress came off. Dressed now in nothing more than some lacy white panties, she knew how inviting she was to me, but she still feigned difficulty. So I told her to take her panties off. She refused. So I took them off for her. Rather, I ripped them off. As I tore the fabric of her panties, I told her that if she was good and obeyed me, I might buy her a new pair. But she had to obey me.
As I ran my hand up between her legs I told her how much she had pissed me off, and how I was now going to make sure she knew that. The wetness I found between her legs told me that was more than ready to discover how much she had irritated me. I asked her if she was going to stop acting like a bitch. She did not answer. I asked her again. Again, she did not answer. “Fine,” I said, “if that is the way you want it.” I knew that was the way she wanted it.
I then bent her over a small table. Her ass was quite inviting, and it was an ass that needed to be punished. “I am going to use my hand now. If you keep it up, I will have to use other tools of discipline.”
“Fuck you,” she protested.
“You have quite the mouth, don’t you. Well, you will have to learn.” As I said this I slapped her ass with the back of my hand, hard and stinging and she screamed. “That was only the beginning.”
“Fuck you,” she protested again.
“Well, I can see this is going to be a long session,” I told her as I again slapped her ass, this time even harder. “This is the end of our dialogue, from now on you are going to do what I tell you. Understand?” I slapped her ass again.
“Nope.” She was persistent.
“Fine,” I said as I slapped her ass again, and then again, and a few more times. She started to become quiet. Her ass began to take on a slightly pink hue
Then, to my surprise she said defiantly, “Go to hell, asshole.”
I took a deep sigh, stood back and unloosened my tie. “All right,” I said. “I can see this is going to have to be a special session tonight. You are just being too difficult right now.” And I took her by arm into my bedroom and forced her onto the bed. “You are being a total bitch tonight, and a total bitch needs to be totally punished. Do you understand?”
She did not say anything, but her expression belied her knowledge of what was about to happen. I took my tie off, pulled her hands behind her head, and tied them together. This time, there was no protest in her. I then turned her over so she was lying on her stomach. And once there, I slapped her ass. “Are you going to learn? Are you going to obey me?”
I knew, as she said nothing, that she was beginning to learn her lesson. But it was only the beginning.
“Well, if you are still not going to admit anything, then I have no other choice than to discipline you even harder.”
She was lying face down, so she did not see when I walked back to my closet, and took out the paddle she so enjoys to be punished with. When the cold wood firmly smacked the soft skin of her sweet ass, she moaned and screamed at the same time. Then I used it a second, and third time.
“Good” I said, “I can see you are now starting to learn.” I let her absorb the stinging pain for a moment, and then I massaged her sweet ass. “Now, I want you to tell me why you being such a bitch tonight.”
She was silent so I slapped her ass again with my hand. “Oh god…” she moaned.
“Are you going to tell me?”
“Yes what?” I slapped her ass again, this time with the paddle.
“Good. Now why are you being such a bitch?”
“You fucked that other girl last week.”
I slapped her ass again. “You know I like to fuck different girls. So do you.”
“Yes, but she was a slut.”
I slapped her ass with my hand. “So are you. We both like fucking different people so don’t give me that shit.”
“I know. You fucked her and I hated it but it turned me on at the same time.”
I slapped her ass again. “This is the lifestyle. You know it. And you love it too.”
“Oh god, yes, I do enjoy it. Thank you, sir, for introducing it to me.”
I slapped her ass again, and at this point it was becoming quite red, and I knew she was feeling the pleasures of submission. “Now I can see you are learning your lesson. Will you be a good girl now?” As she was still lying on her stomach, I ran my hands between her legs, and slowly slid my fingers into her now soaked pussy.
“Oh god yes…” she moaned. “Yes master. I will be good. I will do what you say.”
I slowly moved my fingers in and out of her pussy, as I began kissing her ass. “Good. Now I can see you are learning to be my submissive. You will be a little slut.”
“Oh yes..” she moaned deeper. As I massaged her clitoris with my fingers, she fell deeper into a state of sexual pleasure.
“Do you love being my submissive? And my little slut?”
I slapped her ass. “Yes what?”
“Good.” I kissed her ass again while fingering her more vigorously. With two fingers inside her and one finger massaging her now very swollen clitoris, I knew she was enjoying her reward for finally submitting to me. And when I moved my kisses from her ass to her pussy and ran my tongue along her completely soaked lips and taut little clitoris and even her pretty asshole, it was not too long before she enjoyed her first of many orgasms.
Still lying on her stomach, her hands still tied in front of her, I stood up behind her. “Now, I am going to fuck you.” I told her.
“Oh please, master, yes, please fuck me. Fuck me as hard as you can. I want you to be my dom.”
When I entered her she screamed in pleasure. “Now this is your ultimate punishment, a good, hard and vigorous fuck.” Pounding her from behind, fingering her ass while I fucked her, she moaned and screamed and learned that she needed to be a good submissive to earn my favor. By the end of the evening, after I had untied her hands, and after we had spent many hours in delicious types of sexual pleasures, she was finally calm and fell asleep and slept through most of the next day. There are few things like the glow of a girl after she has been thoroughly disciplined by her dom, and she had that glow the next day.
But being a girl, of course she is naturally fickle and will soon enough become bitchy again and the whole cycle will be replayed, which is something we both enjoy playing.
And I did buy her some new, lacy white panties.
The play of light often enhances natural beauty. Here we see a lovely figure, bathed in brilliant light, yet a light that is still soft and sensuous. What makes good art is often the interplay of many things, such as form and figure, light and shadow, color and shade, hard and soft. The light here has an almost smokey or misty quality and that makes this photo all the more alluring. Good art is never boring.
It gives me a perverse sense of pleasure to know that so many would consider this photo a piece of porn, simply because it has a naked woman; and yet clearly there is more depth to this images than simply that. The uptight, anal retentive religious fundamentalists will always be source of amusement for me.
Long live erotic beauty in art!