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She wanted him. But more than that she wanted him to love her. But she knew it was not possible. He was the bad guy. The guy one should fear.

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Video Audio icon An illustration of an audio speaker. Audio Software icon An illustration of a 3. Aminias committed suicide at Narcissus's doorstep. He had prayed to the gods to give Narcissus a lesson for all the pain he provoked.

Narcissus walked by a pool of water and decided to drink some. He saw his reflection, became entranced by it, and killed himself because he could not have his object of desire.

This was followed in more recent centuries by other poets e. Says Prince Korasoff to Julien Sorel, the protagonist, with respect to his beloved girl:She looks at herself instead of looking at you, and so doesn't know you.

During the two or three little outbursts of passion she has allowed herself in your favor, she has, by a great effort of imagination, seen in you the hero of her dreams, and not yourself as you really are. Page , Penguin Edition, trans. Margaret R. Paulo Coelho's The Alchemist also starts with a story about Narcissus, found we are told by the alchemist in a book brought by someone in the caravan. The alchemist's and Coelho's source was very probably Hesketh Pearson's The Life of Oscar Wilde in which this story is recorded Penguin edition, p.

Author and poet Rainer Maria Rilke visits the character and symbolism of Narcissus in several of his poems. Is beneath all adult dignity. Throughout the novel, she allows the arrogant, pompous pressures of high-class society to overrule the unconditional love that she should have for her brother.

Hermann Hesse's character "Narcissus" in "Narcissus and Goldmund" shares several of mythical Narcissus' traits, although his narcissism is based on his intellect rather than his physical beauty.

At the end of the poem stands a jonquil, a variety of daffodil, Narcissus Jonquilla, which like Narcissus looks sadly down into the water. Herman Melville references the myth of Narcissus in his novel Moby-Dick, in which Ishmael explains the myth as "the key to it all," referring to the greater theme of finding the essence of Truth through the physical world.

On Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen's A Fada Oriana, the eponymous protagonist is punished with mortality for abandoning her duties in order to stare at herself in the surface of a river. Narcisse Valentin Narcisse is introduced as a condescending intellectual. Scottish-Canadian animator Norman McLaren finished his career with a short film named Narcissus, re-telling the Greek legend through ballet. Narcissus appears in the Disney adaptation of Hercules.

In the film, he is portrayed as an Olympian god with purple skin. In the film Bab'Aziz, directed by Nacer Khemir, a Narcissus like character was portrayed by an ancient prince who sat by a pond for days after days and looked at the reflection of his own soul. He was referred to as 'The prince who contemplated his soul'. Pink Narcissus is an artistic film by James Bidgood about the fantasies of a hustler. In the film Seeing Heaven, Narcissus is depicted in a painting - the character of the film also replicates the myth of Narcissus gazing at his own reflection.

The film delves deeply into the main character Paul and the theme is loosely based on the myth of Narcissus, as all who look at Paul are transfixed by his beauty - just as all those who gazed upon Narcissus were transifixed with his beauty. American rock band Tool made a subtle reference in their song "Reflection" from their third studio album Lateralus. The song combines elements of self-analysis and finding the right path, versus self-infatuation and absorption. Progressive metal band Threshold referenced the myth with an minute epic titled "Narcissus", the closing track on their album Hypothetical.

Greek metal band Septic Flesh recorded a song about Narcissus called "Narcissus" on their album Communion. The Canadian band Hedley has written a song about Narcissus called "Narcissist".

In , Swedish electronic artist pacific! This work comprised one movement of the larger Janus Cycle, for mixed instrumentation. She composed Narcissus for flute and digital delay. In Havelock Ellis, an English sexologist, used the term "narcissus-like" in reference to excessive masturbation, whereby the person becomes his or her own sex object.

Otto Rank, in , published the first psychoanalytical paper specifically concerned with narcissism, linking it to vanity and self-admiration. Sigmund Freud only published one paper exclusively devoted to narcissism in , called "On Narcissism: An Introduction".

One of the personality disorders is called narcissistic personality disorder. Narcissus was once walking by a lake or river and decided to drink some water; he saw his reflection in the water and was surprised by the beauty he saw; he became entranced by the reflection of himself. The myth of Narcissus is one of the most known Greek Myths, due to its uniqueness and moral tale; Narcissus, was the son of River God Cephisus and nymph Lyriope. He was known for his beauty and he was loved by God Apollo due to his extraordinary physique.

The myth of Narcissus comes in two different versions, the Greek and the Greco-Roman version, as both Conon the Greek and Ovid, the Roman poet, wrote the story of Narcissus, enhancing it with different elements. According to Conon, Aminias, a young man fell in love with Narcissus, who had already spurned his male suitors. Aminias was also spurned by Narcissus who gave the unfortunate young man a sword. He could not obtain the object of his desire though, and he died at the banks of the river or lake from his sorrow.

The myth presented by Ovid the poet is slightly altered. When Narcissus was sixteen he was walking in the woods and Nymph Echo saw him and felt madly in love with him. She tried to embrace the boy who stepped away from Echo, telling her to leave him alone.

Echo was left heartbroken and spent the rest of her life in glens; until nothing but an echo sound remained of her. Nemesis, though, the Goddess of Revenge, heard the story and decided to punish Narcissus. From this point the stories are similar; Narcissus sees himself in the pond and he is amazed by the beauty of the reflection. Once he figured out that his love could not be addressed, he killed himself.

So, a funny story: Valerie and I were at Insilico for a sci-fi pic we had just finished up when I don't know how, but our conversation led us to trying out our masturbation HUDs on a bridge in the rain as we do.

After trying a few poses, this cute girl pops up in front of us and asked "Are you ladies feeling ok? After a few tsk tsks and some apologies, she had a giggle and was off. I didn't manage to catch her at Insilico again until a few weeks later. She remembered me well and we had a laugh again and some awwing at each others' Flickrs and a wonderful friendship started to blossom from there. Maybe it seems like I am projecting when I see sensuality in others, because I see it so easily. Or maybe it's because most everyone really does subtly show it without realizing it.

In any case, Rio makes everything sexy, yet rarely makes it the focus of her photos. I thought it would be nice to show off her sensuality without all of the sci-fi elements to distract from it. I also love that she is out of her element, yet has taken to her new environment quite well. We had a lot of fun picking out this bikini and setting up this shot and I am really excited to do so much more with her!

When we decided to start the Rahi Musume! It seemed fitting enough since I really like strong girls that can deliver a mean punch to your balls. Getting punched is a fetish I've had ever since I was 13, so I'm really glad I've been able to channel it into a creative form. All in all it took me about 3 months to finish this MOC because I had to take a break every 5 minutes to furiously masturbate to the WIP, so it would always take a while to clean up the MOC and get back to work.

I'm really happy I finally completed it though, I think it's safe to say this is my best MOC to date. I keep it by my side at all times, even when going to the bathroom, because I'm honestly so proud of it.

Myths, legends, rather stupid so that the ladies do not masturbate and become good women according to the old women of the village, Two daughters of rich families went out at night, we had been friends for a long time, and tired. We ran through the damp and dark streets in the direction of the abandoned mansion, our expensive dresses had been wet all the way, the rain did not stop even when we reached the gate of the fence that surrounded that old house.

The air entered without rest through various gaps, including the recently closed door, which only had the name of the door, Nothing special, nothing to scare, just nature making its way through garbage in the shape of a house.

We began to explore each room, each rotten wooden plank of the house creaked in our exploration of the house, accompanied by our conversation about that story that was labeled as terrifying by the people and comic by us, a nonsense which was said.

But that was not what The only one that he loved, there was something much more that he adored, his nights, afternoons and mornings of caresses and pleasures that he gave to his body at every hour he could, causing all the people to comment on his impudent acts, a girl without shame, and She looked uncontrollably with eyes full of lust at each woman who crossed her sight, her mother tired of punishments, ties, wounds to educate her and stop those acts of her daughter, calling her temptations of the devil, the mother went crazy, tying her to a chair, began to skinning her hands and arms, until she only left her bones, and tired of her gaze, that even with her, her own mother looked excitedly, she took them out with a fork from each basin, making them eat them.

The lady tired of all the madness, she fell asleep tired of so much madness in the room of her daughter, that she had died from loss of blood. But she came back from her death, tearing her mother one last time with the bones of her hand, masturbating her, and suffocating her with the kiss full of blood on the lips of the one she gave birth to a few years ago.

The stories passed from generation to generation. It is said that if you meet her you can escape by accepting a cup of tea, and denying a second, and leaving with respect, but if you are a woman. Loud laughter echoed through the mansion from our voices, when we remembered such stupidity, while we remembered such a stupid story while we opened the door of the last room, which looked like the tea room, the silence took over the place like the cold, our breath had ceased.

The air was heavy, a few steps in front of us she was, pouring herself a warm cup of tea, her low black hair was decorated by two bows, a black dress decorated with pale ruffles, in her ears two teapot-shaped earrings jingled, the The eye sockets had an eternal emptiness, and what was most striking was that from the middle of his forearms to the hands that held the tea set, he was only bone.

Her lips moved delicately "Do you want a cup of tea? He threw himself at me, completely ripping the skirt of the dress, censoring my voice, sealing my lips with his, and taking ownership of my own pussy with the bones that formed his hand, a passionate movement, an atrocious fear and a pleasure forcibly combined with the terror, trying to escape, desperate movements but the sheets clung to my extremities as if they prevented my escape, the pleasure was greater, and between moans and sudden movements, the arm threw the kettle from the nearby table to the floor, causing the sheets give in, breaking and letting me escape, Jumping out the window to the outside, out of that mansion, out of that great pleasure, walking through that abandoned garden with my bare feet, passing the gate of that house, remembering my friend locked there, but the terror that makes me run as far away possible from that cursed place.

It has been 7 years since that incident, since that night I suffered the worst of nightmares and the greatest of pleasures, 7 years since I arrived at my home with my clothes completely torn, and sticking a chef's knife in my pussy to avoid feel pleasure forever, avoid masturbating in my whole life so that I could never catch myself again, but since that day, when I look through the binoculars that house from my window, I see her, blowing kisses towards me, with the skirt of her dress raising it with her hands and the head of my friend, decapitated, coming out of her damp and wet pussy, although that place has been demolished for 5 years.

For my second shoot with lovely Robyn, we booked a hotel room and produced this beautiful series of erotic nudes. I am genuinely surprised that my recent pictures have proven to be of some interest. I never expect anyone to look at them let alone read the narratives that accompany them. I have to admit the pictures serve only as a platform for the narrative. As I am alone with my transvestism I need an outlet and posting a picture provides me with a voice for my bottled up thoughts, dreams and concerns.

Increasingly I find I wish to express all the facets of my transvestism, including topics normally considered taboo by cross-dressers. When I was younger I was confused and distraught with trying to understand some of the feelings and desires I had regarding my urge to dress as a woman and behave as a female may. I am also aware some can empathise with what I am saying which is a relief for one who is alone with their transvestite desires.

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