Tuesday, July 31, 2012

~*~Eight Great Ta Ta-Riffic Truisms~*~

Sandra LONDON of To Live and Grind in L.A.

“ A #2 pencil and a dream can take you anywhere.”-Joyce A. Myers


Submitted to The Grind by Master W.

“For a gallant spirit, there can never be defeat.” –Wallis Simpson



“Grace is the beauty of form under the influence of freedom.” –Friedrich Schiller



“Nothing is impossible; the world itself says, ‘I’m possible!’ “ –Audrey Hepburn



“Act as if what you do makes a difference. It does.” –William  James



“Believe those who are seeking the truth. Doubt those who find it.” –Andre Gide



“A successful (wo)man is one who can lay a firm foundation with the bricks others have thrown at him (or her)”. –David Brinkley



“Work and struggle and never accept an evil that you can change.” –Andre Gide




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Monday, July 30, 2012

~*Happy Moan Day With A Sexy Soulful Songbird*~




My heart and tender loins belong to Michael Franks <in part!> ;)

~*~MooseHead Lake~*~

Sandra LONDON

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Monday, July 23, 2012

Happy Moan Day: Playtime and Live and Grind Sound Bytes

This is my 24/7  Live and Grind Phone Sex Line-The Naughty Edition -xxxo, Sandra LONDON




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Friday, July 20, 2012

Happy Weekend: A Sandra London Maxi Mini-Brief


Viva L.A. Weekend, everyone!

I wanted to go ahead and jot down some of my "inner workings" as of late, for those who may want the lowdown on what I have been up to behind-the-screen.

I have missed being able to provide more of my usual longer-winded, candid references to my daily ons and goings for the last several, ohh.....whole bunch of weeks.  

However, in a way, my time has otherwise been spent wisely, constructively (and productively!).

As per usual, I have consistently published posts here and elsewhere, which is awesome as I have been able to tinker around and fiddle with the evolution of my 'amateur-but-progressive' nubile/novice endeavours in design (and capitalizing intellectual property ;)).


In the background, I have been developing a few of my other 10+ domains; doing a LOT of deep searching/reading/reflecting and online resource digging.

My goal has been and will continue to be geared towards building things for everyone to see ...and those 'architectural translations' which come as close as possible to my 'grand design' for a new concept, theme, or community, all the better!

So, basically, what this means is that I have undertaken the feat of managing and micro-managing my vision for production of quality, relevant play spaces for my fans, friends, partnerships, and new peepers.

Kind of on an endless whim....(or wanderlust?)



Anyways, 

Without my pen, 'e-bookmarker', and an ever-increasing fortress of wide rule notebooks filled to the brim with possibilities, well, all of this would not be..... possible.


So....long live......Academia?

La Libertine?

Libertina!!!! =)

Curiosity?

Well, whatever the case may be, I am having way too much fun learning-as-I-do.

I believe that unrequited joy cements my eternal, uber-nerdity more than anything! 

Mental masturbation is a much needed release, yes?


Yes, and it is always welcome in my house!!! <tee hee>

Be that as it may, it is my utmost desire that you enjoy the end results (and just might continue to do so ;)).



As always, feel free to send any of your:

-> delightful feedback,

-> words of encouragement,

-> discouragement<?>,

-> tips & tricks,

-> brilliance,

or

-> your random stream of consciousness

whenever such a desire may abound!



I can be reached (indefinitely and most efficiently) via email:
 imsandralondon at gmail dot com

or via a myriad of inboxes dispersed amongst this virtual world of ours, for the adventurous among you.


Furthermore, if you're already thisclose (relatively speaking), well, by all means, feel free to:

-> give me a call < but NOT before, like, noon, plz

-> send an IM/Chat message,

or

holler my way via some sort of real-time method (within legal limits!!! ;))



Looking Forward,

Sandra LONDON

P.S.: And, yes, in other words, I mean to say that I will henceforth be spittin' major mini-randomness all over your virtual window (with much more frequency)...in addition to my 'on-a-whimsy' creative design meanderings!!



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Thursday, July 19, 2012

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Getting You Over The Hump With Noble Gems of Thought



"So act that your principle of action might safely be made a law for the whole world.”


“It always remains a scandal of philosophy and universal human reason that the existence of things outside us ... should have to be assumed merely on faith, and that if it occurs to anyone to doubt it, we should be unable to answer him with a satisfactory proof."


“Have patience a while; slanders are not long-lived. Truth is the child of time; erelong she shall appear to vindicate thee.”


“It is precisely in knowing its limits that philosophy consists.”





~*~Happy Birthday, Nelson Mandela~*~ 
Hawaii (December 2011)

 Sandra LONDON

***Quotations extracted from the works of Immanuel Kant

Sunday, July 15, 2012

~Live and Grind Daily with Sandra LONDON~

Saturday, July 14, 2012

New Release: The Lady of Death (erotica)

The Lady of Death (Erotica)


It is a night like any other.

Or, at least, it starts out this way, anyways.  

At about 3am, the phone rings abruptly. 

Our dear Madeleine is stuffed into a tiny, tight black tanktop---WITH skulls--- , 

A brown leather ball gag is lodged firmly between her pink, puckered lips.


Billy's large, veiny cock is poised and freezes mid-plunge into Madeleine's tight, pert rear. 

Maddy lunges forth, propelling her lean, slender body towards the nighstand. 

Grasping earnestly for the VOIP receiver, the phone continues to chime incessantly, filling her boudoir with its inane, persistent refrain.


"Uhhh....." Maddy gasps, releasing the ball gag, as she feels Billy's wood spontaneously unleash its hot, wet venom inside of her. 

Billy's spillage begins to trickle down the smooth curve along the crease of her buttocks. 

It continues its descent, painting proud white streaks along her fishnet-clad inner thighs.


"FUCK!" Billy straightens up, extracting his prematurity with caution-- in retreat. 


He falls backwards into a crumpled heap onto the silk spread beneath him.


"Sorry!" Maddy hisses an apology over her shoulder, waving her bare bottom seductively in Billy's direction.


"Yes...yes.....," she continues, "I could make it there in about, oh, say.....twenty, thirty minutes...? Sooner? Umm.....," she pauses, sighing quietly.


"Really?!?!" Billy mouths back, sitting back up on Maddy's four-poster bed.  

Billy is momentarily bewildered.  He stares intently at his newly minted main squeeze.


"Yes, I see," Maddy regains her composure," I will be there just as soon as I can."

" I'm on my way, I will hurry. I just need to call for a cab. Yes, uh-huh....and, the address, please?" Maddy grabs her notepad and pen, always at the ready, on her nightstand.


Maddy hangs up.


"Oh. I see. You're ...."working", eh?" Billy jeers with a sardonic grin.


"Billy, baby, you have known this since day one," Madeleine chides impatiently, searching in vain for baby wipes with which to catch the remnants of Billy's progeny.




"Will you be here when I get back?", Madeleine switches gears flirtatiously as she scampers off, making a beeline for the shower.


"Maaaaybe," Billy draws out slowly, with feigned indifference. 

Billy slinks back beneath the silken sheets and gathers Maddy's large zebra patterned velvet throw. He lifts it up and over himself, burrowing his head completely. 

Billy's "pride and joy" now lies with sticky, sweet submission between himself and the mattress.


Goo.




Madeleine scrubs herself down as thoroughly and quickly as possible.

"Babe?" she calls out, "Can you call down to the doorman for a cab, pretty please?"

"Alrighty, then!", Billy grunts and reaches for the call button on the nightstand.

"Ohhh....lordy," Madeleine chirps, shivering from the waft of cold air that envelops her naked body. 

Opening her wardrobe loosens the towel about Maddy's bulbous breasts. 


With a soft thud, it hits the floor in one fell swoop.


"Ugh," she moans wearily, "I could just DIE!" she cracks as she rummages around her dresser for something decent to wear.




"Yeah?" Billy perks up half-heartedly from beneath the sheets, "'Cuz I KILLED that shit! Plunge!"


"Ha. ha. Such... a... funny.... funny..... man, my darling pretty," Madeleine rolls her eyes as she teases him mockingly.


"Go to sleep," she commands cheekily. 

She pauses to delight in the stirrings arising from his boastful proclamation. 

It compels the most wicked instant replay, engulfing her underbelly passionately and without warning.

Her pussy trembles.


Clutching her overcoat in one hand, Madeleine leans down and peels back the zebra throw with the other. 

She kneels down hastily and kisses Billy's cheek, hoping to stifle the animalistic desire threatening to overwhelm her. 

He squirms initially, and then smiles broadly, with his eyes still closed.


"See you...whenever....," Billy offers weakly, as he succumbs more and more to dreamland.


"Uhm......hmmm," Madeleine murmurs affirmatively before grabbing her gear, notepad, and house keys on her way out of the door.

Madeleine barrels down the winding staircase, duffel bag in hand. 

She pulls back her raven black tresses, scooping it into a slick updo and smoothing the loose strands neatly behind her ears.



"Goooood.......morning?" Roger, the burly-but-affable doorman, greets Maddy good-naturedly.

"Top o' the mornin' to you, young man!" Madeleine responds cheerfully, greedily eyeing the mug of cafe mocha Roger has set out for her in the lobby. 

Picking up the coffee carefully, Maddy smiles and thanks Roger as she heads out to the street, hastening towards the taxi.

"Off to the races," Maddy salutes Franklin, the cabbie, with a smile as she slides into the backseat, setting her bag beside her.


"Where to, madam?" Franklin winks.


"176 Jonestown Drive, please, sir." Maddy replies, circling the scribbled address slowly with her neatly manicured nails. 



She grabs her pen from her jacket pocket and notes the time:


3:17am



Her chosen destination is not a far cry from her own neighborhood, but it may as well have been.  Figuratively, they are worlds apart.


Madeleine has come to prefer this live/work segmentation. 

At home, she likes vanilla. safe.BORING.


At work, she likes excitement. the thrill. mystery.


To get lost and found again.


Darkness and light.



Clarity.


Repose.


Chaotic silence.


As she exits the towncar, Maddy offers a warm farewell to Franklin, tipping a bit more than usual for having delivered her in record time to Jonestown Drive.


She approaches the dilapidated housing tenement with no delay. 



Looking down at her notepad, she reads down further:


176 Jonestown Drive




Apt 13




Maddy looks back up and notes the call box with faded lettering to the left of the entryway. 


Gulping down the last bit of mocha from her mug, she buzzes Apt 13.


A baritone voice responds curtly, "Yes?"



" Madeleine Wells, Crime Scene Investigator," Maddy calls out into the night.


******THE END****






An original erotic short story, written on Friday the 13th (07/13/2012) at 430pm by yours truly,
Sandra LONDON







Friday, July 13, 2012

~*~A Fierce and Fearless Friday the 13th With Albert Camus~*~

"Do not wait for the last judgment, it takes place every day."

"It is better to bet on this life than the next."
"To have time was at once the most magnificent and the most dangerous of experiments. Idleness is fatal only to the mediocre."

"There are people who prefer to look their fate in the eye."

"With rebellion, awareness is born."

"The world evades us because it becomes itself again."


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Happy Friday,

Sandra LONDON
p.s.: Quotations via the works of Albert Camus
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