Nobody Does It Better

(A rewrite of Nobody Does It Better by Carly Simon)

Nobody does it better
Makes me feel sad for the rest
Nobody does it half as good as You
Haylee, You're the best

I wasn't trying, but somehow You've hooked me
Now I trance to Your voice all night
You're like Heaven above me
Goddess who owns me
Is starring in all of my dreams tonight

And nobody does it better
I've looked and nobody else could
Nobody does it quite the way You do
How'd You get to be so good?

The way that You own me
Whenever You trance me
There's some kind of magic inside You
That keeps me from runnin'
I just keep on comin'
How'd You learn to do the things You do?

Oh, and nobody does it better
Makes me feel sad for the rest
Nobody does it half as good as You
Haylee, Haylee, Goddess You're the best

Haylee, You're the best
Goddess, You're the best
Haylee, You're the best

(Fade) Mmm mmm mmm

Hot Time In The Old Tub Tonight

It all started out so perfect. I'd drawn a hot bath, and sank in with my headphones on. I put my feet up on the other end of the tub and stared at my freshly painted toenails until Her voice had me closing my eyes and drifting away to Blissville. 45 minutes or so later, She'd counted to 5 and welcomed me back to reality. For some reason, I felt it was time to grab the Barbasol and shaving razor and groom the dog. Just a public service announcement: Never shave in a blissed out Haylee haze. A few minutes later, I found myself wide awake with the burning sensation of bathwater in a rather sizable cut on my leg. Smaller divots appeared on my upper thighs, chest, and a mini gusher sprang forth from my chin. I looked down in stunned silence. What should've been a routine transition back to sparkly vampire mode ended up looking like we'd just made a few new human friends in Fangtasia. Red now tainted my bathwater as I cursed my own stupidity. The Malkavian in me, however, giggled like a schoolgirl. "Who doesn't love a good bloodbath?" In a few mildly painful moments, I managed to stop most of the bleeding and wash it all off in the shower. (The nick on my leg that started the whole mess is still going as I blog.) Anyway, it all went back to perfect for a moment as I toweled off and hit my knees to put my dog tag back on and remind myself "I belong to Haylee" and skipped happily out of the room seeking to find a proper bandage.

For Your Eyes Only

(To the tune of "For Your Eyes Only" by Sheena Easton.)

For Your eyes only, can see into my mind
For Your eyes only, I never want to hide
You have made so much in me, so much in me is new
I never felt until I tranced in You

For Your eyes only, only for You
Trance me like no-one else can see, for You I'm breaking free
For Your eyes only, only for You
The love, the ache, the need in me, the fantasies You've freed in me
Only for You, only for You

In Your eyes only, my nights are never cold
You really know me, that's all I need to know
Haylee I'm an open book, because I know I'm Yours
Your words flow through me, leave me on all fours

For Your eyes only, only for You
You trance like no-one else can, see, for You I'm breaking free
For Your eyes only, only for You
The passions collide in me, the wild unleashed inside of me
Only for You, for Your eyes only

Mind and body are Hers!

From the first trance She put me in, there was no doubt who my Mistress was, who my Goddess was. I was so willingly Hers, so happily Hers, soooo blissfully Hers. (Not gonna lie, turns me on just typing that.) Others had tried, but all had failed to be my Everything. Quickly, I rendered Her control of my mind. Each trance at the sound of Her voice took me deeper, drove me more willingly to my knees at Her feet. Complete surrender of my mind and will were inevitable. She began to star in my dreams, and be my first thought upon waking, and my last drifting thought as I went to sleep. I look up into night's sky and She is smiling back at me. She's becoming my every waking thought, and indeed blissfully so. She's the focus of every romantic, amorous, sexual thought as well. She's truly my heart's desire.

This, however, is not enough. This is Her body too. She owns my ass... and my cock. And my orgasm. And the rest of me. But the problem was, it was unaware, and decidedly not as visually pleasing as I'm sure She would want it to be. I've been into yoga since I was a small boy toy, and knew well its many benefits, but She has finally given me a newfound determination to do it daily. You know how awesome it is to see a girl in yoga pants? Don't lie, you know you love it. Well, I have a new goal. This male body has to look fantastic in yoga pants. Not just for me, but for Her. Some day soon, She'll post pics of me on some site like guys do now, bragging "Look and enjoy, but this one is ALL MINE!"

Divine Inspiration

I'm at work and pressed for time, but I must obey and please my Beloved Goddess Haylee and quickly blog something.

Her inspiration grows with every passing day and soon this blog will reflect that. I have more songs about Her playing in my head, which are vaguely related to the other erotic fiction stories about Her that were inspired by all of the dreams I've been having about Her. Also, She has inspired a new workout plan that I'll also share here as it develops. Watch this space for all of that. Now I must return to work. Until later, I must settle for Her simply being on my mind constantly while I work. I love You, Goddess Haylee!